[ david does what he can to help move things along; shifting to move as evan moves them, moves his legs a little to accommodate evan between them. arches a little under him at that last bite. ]
[ he turns his head just a little while evan gets situated, looking toward the door, the way it's open just enough to let some light in from the workshop. it's not something that really bothered him last time, though to be fair he was a little busy being absolutely fucking furious, but this time there's a familiar spark of paranoia. david's felt it before down here, but that was easier to brush off, before he'd more or less been told they had an audience every once in a while. ]
[ for the moment, before the sharp sensation of evan pushing into him distracts him again, it's hard for david not to focus on it. not to narrow his eyes at the light spilling across the floor for any hint of a shadow, looking for something that shouldn't be there. doesn't really calm him any when he doesn't see anything. it bothers him enough already that evan gets to see him like this, but that's a necessary evil. spectators are about the last thing david wants or needs. ]
[ evan doesn't consider being watched because, mostly, he doesn't care. but he also knows relatively few people are dumb enough to come down to the workshop while he's in it, and those people usually can't avoid the traps lining the tunnel on the way in. ghost face is about the only one liable to do it, but evan's not much worried about him, either, because he always keeps some distance after a fatal fight. licking his wounds. plotting some kind of stupid revenge.
he notices david's shifted attention, but doesn't mention it. he won't have the focus to worry about someone else for long, because evan's impatience means he's pushing into david quickly, probably sooner than he should.
impatient or not, he does give david that time to adjust. it's partly for david's sake, and partly for his own - to settle in, to know what he's got. to let the sensation get into his nerves and set his instincts on fire. he breathes out - more of a breath than a groan, but it is a noise.
he'd ask a stupid question to irritate and embarrass david, but now's not the time. and david's not the right person anymore. not now that they've established ... something. instead he waits, takes those few moments for both of them, and then leans back in to graze his teeth along david's skin again as he starts to move. ]
[ his focus is shifted back to evan immediately, a curse slipping out under a hissed breath as he adjusts to the feeling of evan inside him. not to say it's not on his mind anymore, but something about this is always all-consuming. impossible to shift his attention to anything else except for short, fleeting moments. ]
[ it hurts a little to start with, always does — honestly david's not sure evan has the patience to sit there and really work someone to make sure things start off as painless as possible, not when he knows they'll get into it soon enough, but if that was a problem for david he would've made a point of it long before now. ]
[ his grip at the back of evan's neck tightens when he starts to move, eyes falling shut as he focuses in on the sensation, where the slight sting and burn starts to give way for something better. ]
[ it's always easy to just let this control him. it's the same, every time, even if the details are different or if david's grabbing onto him for more or trying to rip his face off for his audacity. there's nothing to distract him. either of them. just the heat and hunger and pleasure.
too easy, sometimes, which should worry him. but it doesn't. what consequences are there, here? evan keeps his grip on david's thigh to push his leg up more, knee toward his chest as he bites and leaves bruises and lets his other hand drag short, ragged nails down the places on david's skin that get a reaction.
probably this was what david intended last time. he's not complaining now. not fighting, aside from those few brief moments of tension when evan's hand was on his throat. that sort of giving in is like an extra log to the fire. knowing that, despite everything, david's here, under him, even if it rankles his pride.
that's something evan's not likely to bring up. aside from not really recognizing it himself, david would probably back off for good on that. what he said finally did take hold in evan's skull.
he keeps the pace up, steadier than usual, not increasing too fast even as his control starts to slip. no point in rushing after david nearly walked away for good. ]
[ david hitches his other thigh at evan's hip, wraps his leg around him to give himself a little leverage to move with him. pushes his hand up evan's back, nails dragging over rough and broken skin the same way evan drags his nails over his body that makes david gasp softly and arch into his touch. ]
[ there's nothing here to fight about, makes it easier for david to sink into it. arches under evan and digs his fingers in against him for that extra grip, barely thinking about any of the other things hiding at the periphery. just this. ]
[ the burns don't hurt, even if the metal does where david finds it digging into his skin. it's tiny, brief distractions, enough to put an edge on the pleasure. not a bad one, though. one that reminds him how bad things can be and how bad they aren't right now.
he shifts his attention, the bites moving up to david's jaw again, breath hot against his skin. part of him wants to get both of david's wrists and pin them, but he fights the urge. don't make it a shitshow. so far his hands are still on evan, not on himself. but it's hard to break old habits.
despite the urges, evan goes for harder thrusts, not faster. keeping a mental grip on his own self-control to avoid doing what he wants just to get off. he might grumble to himself about it later, but in times like this, with people like this, there is an explanation for it. just not one he'd actually give to anybody. ]
[ if he had the mental capacity for it, david would be surprised at the fact evan hasn't sped up, but the harder thrusts make him shudder out breathy curses, practically clawing at evan by now. he might be quieter than usual, (for no particular reason at all,) but david is clearly no less responsive. ]
[ he turns his head instinctively when he feels the graze of teeth against his jaw, trying to pull evan into a kiss. messy and desperate and aggressive, all the best signs of how badly david needs and wants this right now. ]
[ harder is good-- perfect. it hurts a little, just at the edge of his senses, but even that strikes him as a good thing. bright, intense, but more than that some part of his mind decides it should hurt, breathes out a request for more into the space between them. ]
[ he lets david pull him into the kiss, even if it's just as much as a bite as what he was doing before. and in the moment before it happens he hears that breathless request, more of a demand to his ears, and he's honestly not sure how much more he can do with what they have but hell, he'll try.
evan adjusts himself a little more. pushes david leg up even more, so now it's nearly pressed to his chest while the other's hooked at his waist. it's probably painful, but it gives him the leverage to do what's been asked. harder, if not faster, although even that's starting to pick up too now. partly because his control is slipping, partly because he wants it, and partly because being asked for more suggests that, too, or at least that's how he'll rationalize it.
if he can get the right angle, he knows he can undo david quick. he's already losing himself. not much more should do the trick, especially given the time between their last encounter. of course, he's also feeling the prickling down the back of his scalp and spine, the desperation of his own creeping up. but like hell he's not going to outlast david. ]
[ david winces at the way evan practically bends him in half, hisses sharply into the kiss. he can already feel the ache building in his hip, but there's no complaints. just more of his fingers clawing at evan's back, grabbing at the back of his neck, even his head. david letting out quiet, desperate moans against evan's lips. ]
[ it doesn't take much more; honestly david's felt closer to the edge than he'd like to admit since they started, and the way evan picks up practically ruins him immediately. he shifts his hips what little he can to try and keep that angle good, practically chasing that orgasm once he feels the heat of it building. as much as he has control over that anyway. ]
[ he has to pull back from the kiss just to be able to breathe when it does hit, head falling back with closed eyes, and the noise he makes is almost like it hurts just to come, which maybe isn't out of place considering he didn't expect it to hit that hard when they came in here. a bit foolish, maybe, considering how long it's been. but that's beyond david to consider, trembling and breathless as he holds on to evan like his life depends on it, waiting for him to finish. and hoping it's before this crests over into oversensitivity. ]
[ evan would be more concerned about the sound david made if he wasn't completely distracted himself, and if there hadn't been nothing but hunger leading up to it. pain is part of this, after all. or at least that's his experience. small pains, for the most part, at least when it's good. that's what makes it better.
he's not too far behind david. the tension and tightness and grip pushes him faster, makes him forget this is a mutual thing and leans even harder against david as the control over his speed slips. hard and fast because he's chasing the same thing david was, and it's not much longer before he stops, fully in david, letting out a slow hiss rather than a groan or a moan although there's something vocal behind that noise. his grip, as ever, is tight enough to bruise.
it loosens as he gets control of himself again, and he leans back so david's not totally bent in half, but he doesn't pull out right away, or let go completely. he needs a few seconds to get a grip. and he doubts david's about to complain as long as he's not required to get up right fucking now and get out.
which he's not going to. he came down here to sleep. evan can feel a tinge of exhaustion in himself, but there's no urge to satisfy it following behind. ]
[ david shudders, keeps hos grip tight on evan as he races toward his own end. can't quite hold in the low, complaining groan as it starts to slip into overstimulation, but evan finishes before it becomes a problem. he hates that it doesn't feel weird anymore — that it feels good — but it's not nearly enough to outweigh the heavy weight of satisfaction that makes david sink into the mattress when evan stills. ]
[ god but is he thankful for it when those moments pass and evan lets up a little, still a little uncomfortable but at least the bend doesn't feel fucking unnatural. his own grip on evan loosens in turn, hands not leaving his body but falling to rest more naturally on him, and he stretches out his leg a little just to try and shake off some of that leftover tension. ]
[ he wouldn't admit it, but david's pretty sure he needed that. couldn't possibly say why he needed it to be so hard, but at this point the list of things he opts not to think about concerning evan is long enough that oscar wilde could use it for a filler chapter. why not add that to it too? especially right now when he's too sore and warm and worn out to give much thought to anything at all. ]
[ there's bruises all over david's throat and probably bruises on his legs. scrapes, even if they didn't draw blood, all over evan's back. evan would be more satisfied with that if it had been before their sort-of-fight, but it's still something to keep to himself and think about later. especially given that david just kind of loses his strength, visibly weak and vulnerable.
not that he's seeing it from a killer's perspective, at least not primarily. it just means he gave david exactly what he was looking for here, and now he's likely to pass out so deeply even someone breaking in won't wake him up (maybe). that he can get someone who's killed him like that is at least a slight reassurance over the fact that he has been killed by him before.
a little carefully, he pulls out as he lets david leg fall back to the bed again, noting the mess is about as bad as either of them probably predicted. but it's not his problem, now. he gives david one more long look before turning back to get his clothes on again, boots pulled back on after the waders are hooked in place again.
he did say david could stay. so he leave david's clothes right where they are, scattered on the floor, and gives him another look once he's set to see if he's out already or just watching. ]
[ aside from the slight grimace when evan pulls out, david is practically the picture of calm and relaxed in the way he stretches out on the bed to try and get comfortable. truthfully he has never been so aware of his own ass, but it's low on the list of complaints his body has, and sleeping off aches and pains is nothing new. ]
[ he's watching evan get dressed with lidded eyes, tired but hesitant to actually let himself drift off while he's still in here. though when evan looks back at him, david stretches out an arm next to himself as if to gesture to the space. ]
Last chance.
[ until david inevitably comes back for this again, maybe without sleeping in this mess next time too, but that's far from his mind. ]
[ the invitation is probably only half real, but even if it was totally honest evan wouldn't take it. no point in sleeping. no urge, and no way to give in even if it was there. he was a light sleeper back in the world, anyway. ]
You wouldn't like it.
[ which is a fairly tame response, given the other options that crept up behind that one, but it's still true. between the shrapnel, the hooks, and his tendency to attack anything his half-conscious brain even considers a threat, it'd end badly.
he leaves david alone, heading back to the workshop to pull his mask on again and start on the booze again. the burn's a little less sharp now that he's worked some of the constant tension off, and knowing that david's going to pass out rather than creep around and steal or just fuck off and ruin his traps is at least a minor reassurance. and very few others are likely to break in at this point. even ghost face, at his worst, is lurking around outside, waiting for an opportunity.
so he gets back to work. no reason to waste time outside a trial. ]
[ david makes a noise somewhere between acknowledgement and amusement, watching evan as he leaves the room to head out to the workshop. he still really thinks evan could probably do with a nap — not necessarily right now, but in general — but david's not going to push. it would be uncomfortable at best, and he's not eager for that. let alone the pain of potentially being scratched and gouged in his sleep. or worse. even if it strikes david as potentially funny in a way that makes him wonder if this place has broken his sense of humour, he's not exactly eager to experience it. ]
[ watching evan leave makes something else come to mind though. the only threat to his safety right now is evan, and that's not something he expects to come down on his head unprovoked, but what if he leaves? nobody's getting past him to get back here, but if he decides he has to go out onto the estate or gets called to trial, what then? he's left david down here before, so it doesn't seem likely that evan would wake him up when david's shown he has at least enough respect not to spit in the face of what counts for hospitality. ]
[ but anybody could come down here while he's gone. david would know, he's done it enough times. the thought rings loud enough in his mind that it stops david drifting off and he sits up with a grunt, looking at what he can see in the room's darkness. if he'd thought about this earlier he would've come prepared, but maybe he can improvise. standing up on legs that are very much not happy about it, david picks up the jar they used and pads over to the door with slow, ungainly steps that he doesn't bother trying to hide since nobody else is here. and then just. stares at it. ]
[ the plan was to prop it atop the door so if anyone pushed it open to get in, it would fall and wake david up, but her forgot evan's like seven feet tall which is objectively too tall, but also means david can't easily reach the top of that door to put anything on top of it. especially not with the state he's in right now. he sighs through his nose, considering it still, but he's so fucking worn out and tired. ends up just half-limping back to the bed, putting the jar back where he thinks he picked it up. and if he walks straight into the bed in the dark and bashes his leg against the frame, nobody needs to know about the hissed curse he lets out as he clambers back into said bed. ]
[ it's probably fine anyway. david lays on his back, trying to get comfortable again now he's wasted a lot of that sated feeling from before, but he still falls asleep pretty fucking fast. just a couple minutes to settle and then he's out like a light. ]
[ david's concern goes completely unnoticed by evan, except for the bump, which makes him glance back toward the door. but it doesn't open, so he ignores it.
nobody's going to come down here while he's here, and very few people are going to come down while he's not - well, that's not entirely true, but most of them relegate their scavenging to the front of the workshop, avoiding the back out of fear of what they might find or fear of what kinds of traps he has there. in the past he put different traps in the semidarkness, ones that caught people by the throat instead of the ankle, and those memories have kept people away for the most part. so it's unlikely someone's going to find the little bedroom where david is.
and even if they remember it, why would they look inside?
the only problem might be ghost face, and he's a concern whether evan's there or not. but he won't be coming. not until he can get a knife buried somewhere that gives way. it's a pain in the ass knowing what some psychopath like that must be thinking, but it does give him that one step ahead of the game to keep out of ghost face's reach.
so while he doesn't leave, he does get called to a trial eventually, an hour or two after david passes out. and the workshop stays empty until david wakes up, or until evan comes back. he won't check the room when he does. either david will leave or he'll get grabbed into a trial; either way, it's not a problem. for the moment. ]
[ the problem is it'd be hard for david to deny that ghost face has managed to bury himself a little in his psyche. it's not like he was quieter than normal because he was feeling chill and sedate — if anything, sex like that should've had him making a hell of a racket based on previous experience. nor is he more wary of shadows when he's here for no apparent reason. somewhere ghost face is probably very amused, beyond the odd prickle at the back of his neck with the sensation of being watched, david certainly never gave much of a shit about him before. ]
[ regardless, he sleeps for a good few hours. david's become a light sleeper since being in the fog, but the combination of the quiet, the comfort of the bed, and evan thoroughly wearing him out means he sleeps deeply enough that someone would have to make an effort to wake him up. and he feels relatively well-rested for it. almost doesn't want to get out of bed when he does wake up, but david manages to convince himself it's... maybe not the better option, but he shouldn't just stick around here until something forces him to leave. ]
[ carefully he gets out of bed, grunts in complaint at the discovery that his hips still ache a bit, and goes about finding his clothes in the dark. gets himself redressed as far as getting his pants and boots on before he remembers evan usually has that bucket and rag around; he can at least clean up what's dried on his stomach and hope the smell doesn't linger before he leaves. ]
[ if evan's not there when he comes out of the bedroom, that's what he'll do — clean up, get dressed, and piss off. if he is there, well. that's still what david will do, just maybe not with such of a rush to leave. ]
[ the bucket's still there, cold as ever despite the heat of the workshop, and not as clean as anyone would probably like, but evan's not. whatever trial or trials have him occupied mean he's gone for a time, being smashed by pallets and hit by broken metal and putting lives on hooks for the entity's sake. it's what he does best. what he's always done best.
so david's alone, and without even someone in the darkness outside to watch him leave. as evan figured, ghost face is away, planning his next move. without evan there to keep the fire going in the coals, the light's dimmer. more like they're in a deep mine somewhere with only a handful of bulbs to light the way. or maybe hell coming up through the cracks hidden in the walls (watch the sparks).
it's still and silent, quiet and seemingly dead. for all the tools and masks and weapons littering the place, the evidence of a life once lived, there's not much life left in the place itself without its occupant. if the entity got tired of him one day, there wouldn't be much change, except that the coals would go ashen and the traps would shut and rust.
[ in which case, david's quick to wipe up and get dressed again — never keen on that cold water, tempted to try and heat it with that furnace but knowing him he'd break at least three things and he doesn't need evan to be (completely justifiably, for once) that furious with him. it's a quick thing anyway, and david looks around the workshop idly while he puts his shirt and jacket back on. ]
[ it's weird, but nobody being here does bother him. david's used to there always being people around, of the noise and movement of so many people, even when the campfire is at its quietest. the stillness and the quiet here is something deeply unnerving for david. ]
[ but whatever, he's done here. pauses to tuck that whiskey bottle a little deeper, because he's fairly sure anyone used to scavenging down here would notice the bottle among the others, but then he leaves. same as ever. ]
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[ he turns his head just a little while evan gets situated, looking toward the door, the way it's open just enough to let some light in from the workshop. it's not something that really bothered him last time, though to be fair he was a little busy being absolutely fucking furious, but this time there's a familiar spark of paranoia. david's felt it before down here, but that was easier to brush off, before he'd more or less been told they had an audience every once in a while. ]
[ for the moment, before the sharp sensation of evan pushing into him distracts him again, it's hard for david not to focus on it. not to narrow his eyes at the light spilling across the floor for any hint of a shadow, looking for something that shouldn't be there. doesn't really calm him any when he doesn't see anything. it bothers him enough already that evan gets to see him like this, but that's a necessary evil. spectators are about the last thing david wants or needs. ]
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he notices david's shifted attention, but doesn't mention it. he won't have the focus to worry about someone else for long, because evan's impatience means he's pushing into david quickly, probably sooner than he should.
impatient or not, he does give david that time to adjust. it's partly for david's sake, and partly for his own - to settle in, to know what he's got. to let the sensation get into his nerves and set his instincts on fire. he breathes out - more of a breath than a groan, but it is a noise.
he'd ask a stupid question to irritate and embarrass david, but now's not the time. and david's not the right person anymore. not now that they've established ... something. instead he waits, takes those few moments for both of them, and then leans back in to graze his teeth along david's skin again as he starts to move. ]
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[ it hurts a little to start with, always does — honestly david's not sure evan has the patience to sit there and really work someone to make sure things start off as painless as possible, not when he knows they'll get into it soon enough, but if that was a problem for david he would've made a point of it long before now. ]
[ his grip at the back of evan's neck tightens when he starts to move, eyes falling shut as he focuses in on the sensation, where the slight sting and burn starts to give way for something better. ]
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too easy, sometimes, which should worry him. but it doesn't. what consequences are there, here? evan keeps his grip on david's thigh to push his leg up more, knee toward his chest as he bites and leaves bruises and lets his other hand drag short, ragged nails down the places on david's skin that get a reaction.
probably this was what david intended last time. he's not complaining now. not fighting, aside from those few brief moments of tension when evan's hand was on his throat. that sort of giving in is like an extra log to the fire. knowing that, despite everything, david's here, under him, even if it rankles his pride.
that's something evan's not likely to bring up. aside from not really recognizing it himself, david would probably back off for good on that. what he said finally did take hold in evan's skull.
he keeps the pace up, steadier than usual, not increasing too fast even as his control starts to slip. no point in rushing after david nearly walked away for good. ]
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[ there's nothing here to fight about, makes it easier for david to sink into it. arches under evan and digs his fingers in against him for that extra grip, barely thinking about any of the other things hiding at the periphery. just this. ]
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he shifts his attention, the bites moving up to david's jaw again, breath hot against his skin. part of him wants to get both of david's wrists and pin them, but he fights the urge. don't make it a shitshow. so far his hands are still on evan, not on himself. but it's hard to break old habits.
despite the urges, evan goes for harder thrusts, not faster. keeping a mental grip on his own self-control to avoid doing what he wants just to get off. he might grumble to himself about it later, but in times like this, with people like this, there is an explanation for it. just not one he'd actually give to anybody. ]
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[ he turns his head instinctively when he feels the graze of teeth against his jaw, trying to pull evan into a kiss. messy and desperate and aggressive, all the best signs of how badly david needs and wants this right now. ]
[ harder is good-- perfect. it hurts a little, just at the edge of his senses, but even that strikes him as a good thing. bright, intense, but more than that some part of his mind decides it should hurt, breathes out a request for more into the space between them. ]
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evan adjusts himself a little more. pushes david leg up even more, so now it's nearly pressed to his chest while the other's hooked at his waist. it's probably painful, but it gives him the leverage to do what's been asked. harder, if not faster, although even that's starting to pick up too now. partly because his control is slipping, partly because he wants it, and partly because being asked for more suggests that, too, or at least that's how he'll rationalize it.
if he can get the right angle, he knows he can undo david quick. he's already losing himself. not much more should do the trick, especially given the time between their last encounter. of course, he's also feeling the prickling down the back of his scalp and spine, the desperation of his own creeping up. but like hell he's not going to outlast david. ]
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[ it doesn't take much more; honestly david's felt closer to the edge than he'd like to admit since they started, and the way evan picks up practically ruins him immediately. he shifts his hips what little he can to try and keep that angle good, practically chasing that orgasm once he feels the heat of it building. as much as he has control over that anyway. ]
[ he has to pull back from the kiss just to be able to breathe when it does hit, head falling back with closed eyes, and the noise he makes is almost like it hurts just to come, which maybe isn't out of place considering he didn't expect it to hit that hard when they came in here. a bit foolish, maybe, considering how long it's been. but that's beyond david to consider, trembling and breathless as he holds on to evan like his life depends on it, waiting for him to finish. and hoping it's before this crests over into oversensitivity. ]
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he's not too far behind david. the tension and tightness and grip pushes him faster, makes him forget this is a mutual thing and leans even harder against david as the control over his speed slips. hard and fast because he's chasing the same thing david was, and it's not much longer before he stops, fully in david, letting out a slow hiss rather than a groan or a moan although there's something vocal behind that noise. his grip, as ever, is tight enough to bruise.
it loosens as he gets control of himself again, and he leans back so david's not totally bent in half, but he doesn't pull out right away, or let go completely. he needs a few seconds to get a grip. and he doubts david's about to complain as long as he's not required to get up right fucking now and get out.
which he's not going to. he came down here to sleep. evan can feel a tinge of exhaustion in himself, but there's no urge to satisfy it following behind. ]
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[ god but is he thankful for it when those moments pass and evan lets up a little, still a little uncomfortable but at least the bend doesn't feel fucking unnatural. his own grip on evan loosens in turn, hands not leaving his body but falling to rest more naturally on him, and he stretches out his leg a little just to try and shake off some of that leftover tension. ]
[ he wouldn't admit it, but david's pretty sure he needed that. couldn't possibly say why he needed it to be so hard, but at this point the list of things he opts not to think about concerning evan is long enough that oscar wilde could use it for a filler chapter. why not add that to it too? especially right now when he's too sore and warm and worn out to give much thought to anything at all. ]
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not that he's seeing it from a killer's perspective, at least not primarily. it just means he gave david exactly what he was looking for here, and now he's likely to pass out so deeply even someone breaking in won't wake him up (maybe). that he can get someone who's killed him like that is at least a slight reassurance over the fact that he has been killed by him before.
a little carefully, he pulls out as he lets david leg fall back to the bed again, noting the mess is about as bad as either of them probably predicted. but it's not his problem, now. he gives david one more long look before turning back to get his clothes on again, boots pulled back on after the waders are hooked in place again.
he did say david could stay. so he leave david's clothes right where they are, scattered on the floor, and gives him another look once he's set to see if he's out already or just watching. ]
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truthfully he has never been so aware of his own ass, but it's low on the list of complaints his body has, and sleeping off aches and pains is nothing new. ]
[ he's watching evan get dressed with lidded eyes, tired but hesitant to actually let himself drift off while he's still in here. though when evan looks back at him, david stretches out an arm next to himself as if to gesture to the space. ]
Last chance.
[ until david inevitably comes back for this again, maybe without sleeping in this mess next time too, but that's far from his mind. ]
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You wouldn't like it.
[ which is a fairly tame response, given the other options that crept up behind that one, but it's still true. between the shrapnel, the hooks, and his tendency to attack anything his half-conscious brain even considers a threat, it'd end badly.
he leaves david alone, heading back to the workshop to pull his mask on again and start on the booze again. the burn's a little less sharp now that he's worked some of the constant tension off, and knowing that david's going to pass out rather than creep around and steal or just fuck off and ruin his traps is at least a minor reassurance. and very few others are likely to break in at this point. even ghost face, at his worst, is lurking around outside, waiting for an opportunity.
so he gets back to work. no reason to waste time outside a trial. ]
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[ watching evan leave makes something else come to mind though. the only threat to his safety right now is evan, and that's not something he expects to come down on his head unprovoked, but what if he leaves? nobody's getting past him to get back here, but if he decides he has to go out onto the estate or gets called to trial, what then? he's left david down here before, so it doesn't seem likely that evan would wake him up when david's shown he has at least enough respect not to spit in the face of what counts for hospitality. ]
[ but anybody could come down here while he's gone. david would know, he's done it enough times. the thought rings loud enough in his mind that it stops david drifting off and he sits up with a grunt, looking at what he can see in the room's darkness. if he'd thought about this earlier he would've come prepared, but maybe he can improvise. standing up on legs that are very much not happy about it, david picks up the jar they used and pads over to the door with slow, ungainly steps that he doesn't bother trying to hide since nobody else is here. and then just. stares at it. ]
[ the plan was to prop it atop the door so if anyone pushed it open to get in, it would fall and wake david up, but her forgot evan's like seven feet tall which is objectively too tall, but also means david can't easily reach the top of that door to put anything on top of it. especially not with the state he's in right now. he sighs through his nose, considering it still, but he's so fucking worn out and tired. ends up just half-limping back to the bed, putting the jar back where he thinks he picked it up. and if he walks straight into the bed in the dark and bashes his leg against the frame, nobody needs to know about the hissed curse he lets out as he clambers back into said bed. ]
[ it's probably fine anyway. david lays on his back, trying to get comfortable again now he's wasted a lot of that sated feeling from before, but he still falls asleep pretty fucking fast. just a couple minutes to settle and then he's out like a light. ]
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nobody's going to come down here while he's here, and very few people are going to come down while he's not - well, that's not entirely true, but most of them relegate their scavenging to the front of the workshop, avoiding the back out of fear of what they might find or fear of what kinds of traps he has there. in the past he put different traps in the semidarkness, ones that caught people by the throat instead of the ankle, and those memories have kept people away for the most part. so it's unlikely someone's going to find the little bedroom where david is.
and even if they remember it, why would they look inside?
the only problem might be ghost face, and he's a concern whether evan's there or not. but he won't be coming. not until he can get a knife buried somewhere that gives way. it's a pain in the ass knowing what some psychopath like that must be thinking, but it does give him that one step ahead of the game to keep out of ghost face's reach.
so while he doesn't leave, he does get called to a trial eventually, an hour or two after david passes out. and the workshop stays empty until david wakes up, or until evan comes back. he won't check the room when he does. either david will leave or he'll get grabbed into a trial; either way, it's not a problem. for the moment. ]
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[ regardless, he sleeps for a good few hours. david's become a light sleeper since being in the fog, but the combination of the quiet, the comfort of the bed, and evan thoroughly wearing him out means he sleeps deeply enough that someone would have to make an effort to wake him up. and he feels relatively well-rested for it. almost doesn't want to get out of bed when he does wake up, but david manages to convince himself it's... maybe not the better option, but he shouldn't just stick around here until something forces him to leave. ]
[ carefully he gets out of bed, grunts in complaint at the discovery that his hips still ache a bit, and goes about finding his clothes in the dark. gets himself redressed as far as getting his pants and boots on before he remembers evan usually has that bucket and rag around; he can at least clean up what's dried on his stomach and hope the smell doesn't linger before he leaves. ]
[ if evan's not there when he comes out of the bedroom, that's what he'll do — clean up, get dressed, and piss off. if he is there, well. that's still what david will do, just maybe not with such of a rush to leave. ]
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so david's alone, and without even someone in the darkness outside to watch him leave. as evan figured, ghost face is away, planning his next move. without evan there to keep the fire going in the coals, the light's dimmer. more like they're in a deep mine somewhere with only a handful of bulbs to light the way. or maybe hell coming up through the cracks hidden in the walls (watch the sparks).
it's still and silent, quiet and seemingly dead. for all the tools and masks and weapons littering the place, the evidence of a life once lived, there's not much life left in the place itself without its occupant. if the entity got tired of him one day, there wouldn't be much change, except that the coals would go ashen and the traps would shut and rust.
it's something evan doesn't think about. much, anyway. ]
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quick to wipe up and get dressed again — never keen on that cold water, tempted to try and heat it with that furnace but knowing him he'd break at least three things and he doesn't need evan to be (completely justifiably, for once) that furious with him. it's a quick thing anyway, and david looks around the workshop idly while he puts his shirt and jacket back on. ]
[ it's weird, but nobody being here does bother him. david's used to there always being people around, of the noise and movement of so many people, even when the campfire is at its quietest. the stillness and the quiet here is something deeply unnerving for david. ]
[ but whatever, he's done here. pauses to tuck that whiskey bottle a little deeper, because he's fairly sure anyone used to scavenging down here would notice the bottle among the others, but then he leaves. same as ever. ]