[ 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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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. ]