[ david rolls his eyes when he realises evan isn't going to reply, sits and stews on it a little while until he decides, for the second time today, he's sick of letting evan just do that. this time he decides to head over there, evan can't just refuse to reply in person. at least not as easily. he doesn't even bother changing, clothes still torn and bloody, body cut up from the trial. mostly healed, it's little more than scrapes and bruises, and david tries to pay it no mind. the clothes, he figures, will end up as they were during some period of inattention like usual. the lingering injuries on the other hand. ]
[ since the masquerade, he's been turning up to trials already injured more than usual, and david doesn't know what to think about it. did he piss off the entity somehow? or is he somehow manifesting this problem himself? david doesn't know, so he elects to just act like everything's business as usual and hope this isn't his new normal. whatever the fuck evan's deal is is clearly more pressing right now anyway. that's something he stands a percentage of a chance to get an answer for. ]
[ it feels like it's been forever since he's been to the estate (barring trials, obviously) but nothing changes. david pauses once he's there, thinking, and then elects to make the same choice he always does. just head for the workshop; either that's where evan already is, or he'll notice someone's going that way and head over to check it out. ]
[ evan's not in the workshop, but as ever, he can just tell there's a problem. no traps are spring and there's no visible footsteps, but after five minutes out working on the coal tower he gets an itch in the back of his head that doesn't suggest he's about to go to a trial. it's a sense that's gotten more refined over the time he's been here, but it's never really clear what it's telling him. sometimes someone's in the workshop. sometimes they're just fucking around.
given the recent conversation, he gets the feeling it might be david. wouldn't be the first time he's trespassed to finish a conversation evan thought was over. he give it another ten minutes repairing a crumbling chunk of foundation on the tower before heading back.
he dumps those supplies just outside the mine, because they're not as important, and heads in. all the traps are still set. someone careful. or just not looking to piss him off. or very, very sneaky.
but it's david down there, as he guessed. he glares at him from the doorway. doesn't say a word - just waits for him to start the conversation. ]
[ tempted as he might be, david doesn't fuck around with any of evan's stuff while he waits, partially out of a lack of desire to start a fight about it if he walks in, partially because he's been very intentionally avoiding even speaking to evan for a while now, so it feels a bit weird to be down here after all that. just sets his claudette-mandated go bag (because everyone's sick of him turning up looking like hell) down on a workbench and hoists himself up to sit on the same one. ]
[ it takes evan longer to turn up than he expected, but he does eventually, standing in the doorway with a glower on his face that david is much too familiar with. ]
[ what evan wants to do, and feels the urge to do, is hurl his cleaver directly at david's head. or storm over there and put it in his chest, feel his ribs snap and shatter under the force of the blade. he's not very good at self-control anymore. never has been, actually.
but he does have some hints of it, and they manage to keep him from launching himself directly at david to kill him. instead he snorts and slams the workshop door behind him. ]
Don't wanna fuck someone with bad taste.
[ ultimately that's not the truth of the matter, but he has to begrudgingly acknowledge that he can't control david or any other survivor. outside the workshop, off his property? they can do whatever the hell they want, and cutting himself off from them out of spite only costs him. and meanwhile someone else is benefitting. ]
You look like shit.
[ he heads to a workbench away from david and slams his cleaver on it. he still, in his own head, has work to do. ]
[ david watches the little hints of evan's anger — the door, the cleaver — with the tired resignation of someone who's used to it. evan knows, and is likely pissed off by the fact, that david isn't scared of him anymore. hasn't been for a long time. the fear of death hasn't quite left him, especially not in trials where that shit's all turned up, and sure, evan can give that. can surprise him, make him panic if things align right, but he, himself, isn't particularly scary to david. not even enough to make him flinch at the way he slams his cleaver down. ]
Rough trial.
[ but hey, he survived. just barely, dragging sable along with him like a wet cat, but he did. ]
[ who cares about that though, evan's seen him looking like this and worse a million times over. ]
Everyone except you's bad taste are they? Because that's all you seemed to give a shit about.
[ which is both funny and kind of insulting to david, the idea that he'd be fucking any other killers. as if this isn't something almost unthinkable to him. as if he hasn't walked through the woods sick to his stomach with the knowledge he was sleeping in this fucking place while evan was off sacrificing people he cares about. ]
[ he curls his hands into fists in his lap, suddenly unsure of why he felt the need to come out here. why he keeps doing this. but he's here now, othing to do about it but see yet another bad decision through. ]
[ rough trial? they're not supposed to be that roughed up afterward. evan considers questioning it, but this is david. he probably got into a fight on the way out, or the way over here. something stupid. the thought sticks, though, so he puts it away for later.
of course he's focusing on this, though. evan tries to keep his temper in check. he doesn't need to be accused of this bullshit here and now, and not by a survivor, either. ]
Half of 'em. [ he pulls a broken trap jaw out of a crate near the work bench, sets it in front of him and tries to focus most of his brain on fixing the twisted metal. it shouldn't be hard. ] Don't think you'd be into anyone I hate that much anyway. Shouldn't piss you off this much.
[ david watches evan work, a frown on his face. he wouldn't say he's pissed, but maybe he is. it wouldn't exactly be unreasonable if he was anyway, it's evan who's the problem here. ]
It's you trying to dictate where I put my dick like you're my-- [ ew, wait. ] Like we're in a relationship here.
[ if he wasn't so pissed off, he'd laugh at that. like we're in a relationship. as fucking if.
as it is, he twists the metal so hard it cracks, which is just one more thing to fuel the rage. evan slams it back down but doesn't turn around to look at david, just yet.
he wants to snarl something. about how taking what evan have to offer is a trade. that if he wants this then he has to follow rules. but - that's a lie, plain and simple, because there are no rules here, even in trials sometimes. he just doesn't want to think that someone who could come to him would go to someone else, and for once, he does realize that.
he also knows that voicing it will have david off the workbench and out the door in an instant, probably unlikely to come back ever. the rope was bad enough to drive him off until now. ]
[ if it's a joke, he thinks it's a bad one, and david likes to think he's pretty good at catching evan's sense of humour. that he's pretty good at dealing with evan in general, which is a-- a weird thought. leads to places he doesn't want to follow. ]
All I'm askin' for is the same little crumb of respect I give you by not asking questions or making demands about who all else you take a tumble with.
[ david sighs, makes a frustrated gesture with an open hand. maybe he's not that good at dealing with evan, because he keeps butting up against this weird, controlling nature and all david knows how to do is barrel into it at full speed. sometimes-- sometimes he can slow down enough to think it through, but mostly all he knows how to do is fight it. same way he's tried to fight every other fucking thing in his life that tried to control him in even the smallest ways. ]
[ he works his jaw, lets out a sharp breath through his nose, and keeps going before he thinks to himself if that's a good idea. ]
I mean, shit. Only reason this even works is because I can still get my leg over elsewhere too.
[ he's still enough until david stops talking. he listens, the anger boiling, the self-control shredding, and then as soon as he hears david finish he turns. bears down on david faster than he should be able to and grabs him by the throat - not to pick him up, but to force him back where he's sitting on the workbench, keeping him caught and penned in.
it'd be easy enough for david to smash a fist into ... anywhere he wanted, honestly, but evan's not thinking that far ahead. ]
You get the respect you deserve. I never asked about that shit before. You volunteered it.
[ probably also as a joke. too late for evan to realize that now. ]
[ it always catches him off-guard, these bursts of speed from evan. david doesn't have a chance to react until there's a hand around his throat, but he does after. like always, the anger is instant. he hates this and he's sure that evan must know it. moves with the push if only because that's the only way he can still speak, but it's with a curled lip and a set of his shoulders that says he's ready for a fight. ]
None of your fuckin' business.
[ david snarls, brings his hands up to evan's arm, thumbs looking for the tendons in his wrist to dig into and try to force his grip to let up. ]
Only mentioned it because you're the one acting like the centre of the fuckin' universe. Like nobody gets laid if you ain't here to whip it out.
[ he's not quite angry enough that the pain doesn't reach him, but entity help him, he's not about to let go. ]
You like what I give you? Better or worse than anything else you've ever gotten in your life?
[ it's not quite ego that gets him to ask that. david's angry, which makes him angry, and he's already angry, and maybe he wants to know that what he's giving is worthwhile. not that he'd doubt it. the others, few that wander in, prove it. and so does david. but he also gets a lot of other signals from david, and sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. ]
[ it might not be ego, but david takes it as such, confused and angrier for it. fingers digging in harder against evan's wrist just out of spite more than anything. david doesn't want to want him, but he does, and it stings to have to verbalise that. not even for the first time. so david can only assume he needs his ego fluffed, needs to be told he's a better fuck than anyone else in the fog so he can feel big and important. ]
[ he scowls. honest, sure, but david refuses to say more than he has to. ]
You think I'd put up with this shit if I didn't?
[ he squeezes a little harder just to emphasise what 'this shit' is. ]
[ the question's just waiting to lunge up out of him, a snarl of an accusation: then why the fuck do you need to go to anybody else?
but he hesitates, because he knows the answer. actually, he knows a few. and he doesn't want to hear some of them out loud. he doesn't want to give away any sort of weakness, either, because that question sounds fucking needy, like he's some possessive, jealous ... like david said. like this is a relationship.
his wrist burns with the pressure david's putting on it, and his grip on david's throat loosens a little in response. ]
Just checkin'.
[ abruptly he lets go, but doesn't back off. ]
Way you're actin' it's like you don't give a shit about it.
[ david laughs. he doesn't mean to, but it slips out of him sharp and sudden, disbelief more than anything. he considers telling evan not to bullshit him again, because this has to be more bullshit, but that won't get him anywhere. ]
Would I be here if I didn't give a shit?
[ who the fuck treks all the way out to argue about something they don't care about? he's put way too much effort into this, whatever this is, to have evan accuse him of that. it's legitimately almost offensive. ]
[ it's a good point. evan's not always convinced, though. he argued about a lot of shit in his life he didn't actually care about. maybe too much. ]
According to you, you got other people who could help instead.
[ it's said without as much accusation as it could be. evan considers, briefly, getting a grip on david, not an aggressive one but a different kind, because if he thinks about it it's been a while since david was last here. but even if that's part of the reason he showed up, it's not the whole reason. not the driving force. ]
[ so he is jealous. the hypocrisy of it annoys the fuck out of david, but pointing it out probably won't do anything. it didn't before. he just doesn't see the issue, evan can barely stand him at the best of times, why would it matter to him? the only answer he can see is it's pure ego, that evan wants to be king dick of the fog or some shit, but even for him that seems insane. ]
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not like you're telling me anyway.
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[ since the masquerade, he's been turning up to trials already injured more than usual, and david doesn't know what to think about it. did he piss off the entity somehow? or is he somehow manifesting this problem himself? david doesn't know, so he elects to just act like everything's business as usual and hope this isn't his new normal. whatever the fuck evan's deal is is clearly more pressing right now anyway. that's something he stands a percentage of a chance to get an answer for. ]
[ it feels like it's been forever since he's been to the estate (barring trials, obviously) but nothing changes. david pauses once he's there, thinking, and then elects to make the same choice he always does. just head for the workshop; either that's where evan already is, or he'll notice someone's going that way and head over to check it out. ]
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given the recent conversation, he gets the feeling it might be david. wouldn't be the first time he's trespassed to finish a conversation evan thought was over. he give it another ten minutes repairing a crumbling chunk of foundation on the tower before heading back.
he dumps those supplies just outside the mine, because they're not as important, and heads in. all the traps are still set. someone careful. or just not looking to piss him off. or very, very sneaky.
but it's david down there, as he guessed. he glares at him from the doorway. doesn't say a word - just waits for him to start the conversation. ]
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[ it takes evan longer to turn up than he expected, but he does eventually, standing in the doorway with a glower on his face that david is much too familiar with. ]
No way you're this pissed because of a nickname.
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but he does have some hints of it, and they manage to keep him from launching himself directly at david to kill him. instead he snorts and slams the workshop door behind him. ]
Don't wanna fuck someone with bad taste.
[ ultimately that's not the truth of the matter, but he has to begrudgingly acknowledge that he can't control david or any other survivor. outside the workshop, off his property? they can do whatever the hell they want, and cutting himself off from them out of spite only costs him. and meanwhile someone else is benefitting. ]
You look like shit.
[ he heads to a workbench away from david and slams his cleaver on it. he still, in his own head, has work to do. ]
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Rough trial.
[ but hey, he survived. just barely, dragging sable along with him like a wet cat, but he did. ]
[ who cares about that though, evan's seen him looking like this and worse a million times over. ]
Everyone except you's bad taste are they? Because that's all you seemed to give a shit about.
[ which is both funny and kind of insulting to david, the idea that he'd be fucking any other killers. as if this isn't something almost unthinkable to him. as if he hasn't walked through the woods sick to his stomach with the knowledge he was sleeping in this fucking place while evan was off sacrificing people he cares about. ]
[ he curls his hands into fists in his lap, suddenly unsure of why he felt the need to come out here. why he keeps doing this. but he's here now, othing to do about it but see yet another bad decision through. ]
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of course he's focusing on this, though. evan tries to keep his temper in check. he doesn't need to be accused of this bullshit here and now, and not by a survivor, either. ]
Half of 'em. [ he pulls a broken trap jaw out of a crate near the work bench, sets it in front of him and tries to focus most of his brain on fixing the twisted metal. it shouldn't be hard. ] Don't think you'd be into anyone I hate that much anyway. Shouldn't piss you off this much.
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[ david watches evan work, a frown on his face. he wouldn't say he's pissed, but maybe he is. it wouldn't exactly be unreasonable if he was anyway, it's evan who's the problem here. ]
It's you trying to dictate where I put my dick like you're my-- [ ew, wait. ] Like we're in a relationship here.
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as it is, he twists the metal so hard it cracks, which is just one more thing to fuel the rage. evan slams it back down but doesn't turn around to look at david, just yet.
he wants to snarl something. about how taking what evan have to offer is a trade. that if he wants this then he has to follow rules. but - that's a lie, plain and simple, because there are no rules here, even in trials sometimes. he just doesn't want to think that someone who could come to him would go to someone else, and for once, he does realize that.
he also knows that voicing it will have david off the workbench and out the door in an instant, probably unlikely to come back ever. the rope was bad enough to drive him off until now. ]
Didn't realize you couldn't take a joke.
[ half of one, really. ]
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[ if it's a joke, he thinks it's a bad one, and david likes to think he's pretty good at catching evan's sense of humour. that he's pretty good at dealing with evan in general, which is a-- a weird thought. leads to places he doesn't want to follow. ]
All I'm askin' for is the same little crumb of respect I give you by not asking questions or making demands about who all else you take a tumble with.
[ david sighs, makes a frustrated gesture with an open hand. maybe he's not that good at dealing with evan, because he keeps butting up against this weird, controlling nature and all david knows how to do is barrel into it at full speed. sometimes-- sometimes he can slow down enough to think it through, but mostly all he knows how to do is fight it. same way he's tried to fight every other fucking thing in his life that tried to control him in even the smallest ways. ]
[ he works his jaw, lets out a sharp breath through his nose, and keeps going before he thinks to himself if that's a good idea. ]
I mean, shit. Only reason this even works is because I can still get my leg over elsewhere too.
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it'd be easy enough for david to smash a fist into ... anywhere he wanted, honestly, but evan's not thinking that far ahead. ]
You get the respect you deserve. I never asked about that shit before. You volunteered it.
[ probably also as a joke. too late for evan to realize that now. ]
Who else.
[ because demanding works so well with david. ]
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None of your fuckin' business.
[ david snarls, brings his hands up to evan's arm, thumbs looking for the tendons in his wrist to dig into and try to force his grip to let up. ]
Only mentioned it because you're the one acting like the centre of the fuckin' universe. Like nobody gets laid if you ain't here to whip it out.
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You like what I give you? Better or worse than anything else you've ever gotten in your life?
[ it's not quite ego that gets him to ask that. david's angry, which makes him angry, and he's already angry, and maybe he wants to know that what he's giving is worthwhile. not that he'd doubt it. the others, few that wander in, prove it. and so does david. but he also gets a lot of other signals from david, and sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. ]
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[ it might not be ego, but david takes it as such, confused and angrier for it. fingers digging in harder against evan's wrist just out of spite more than anything. david doesn't want to want him, but he does, and it stings to have to verbalise that. not even for the first time. so david can only assume he needs his ego fluffed, needs to be told he's a better fuck than anyone else in the fog so he can feel big and important. ]
[ he scowls. honest, sure, but david refuses to say more than he has to. ]
You think I'd put up with this shit if I didn't?
[ he squeezes a little harder just to emphasise what 'this shit' is. ]
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but he hesitates, because he knows the answer. actually, he knows a few. and he doesn't want to hear some of them out loud. he doesn't want to give away any sort of weakness, either, because that question sounds fucking needy, like he's some possessive, jealous ... like david said. like this is a relationship.
his wrist burns with the pressure david's putting on it, and his grip on david's throat loosens a little in response. ]
Just checkin'.
[ abruptly he lets go, but doesn't back off. ]
Way you're actin' it's like you don't give a shit about it.
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Would I be here if I didn't give a shit?
[ who the fuck treks all the way out to argue about something they don't care about? he's put way too much effort into this, whatever this is, to have evan accuse him of that. it's legitimately almost offensive. ]
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According to you, you got other people who could help instead.
[ it's said without as much accusation as it could be. evan considers, briefly, getting a grip on david, not an aggressive one but a different kind, because if he thinks about it it's been a while since david was last here. but even if that's part of the reason he showed up, it's not the whole reason. not the driving force. ]
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Why's that bother you so much?
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how... did i post an entire tag in courier and not notice
the number of times i've done small instead of courier in text threads is astronomical
we're so good at html 🙏
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david: bullies your characters specifically
that's why mikaela bullies him with tarot
mikaela please the cards are so mean to him
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