[ his own fault, really, for immediately going for violence. what did he expect david to do? back down? as if. the surprise is clear on david, but evan decides against changing his own course.
although david's constant getting under his skin does make it tempting to go for an immediate reverse. almost too tempting. ]
Thought the size of me was somethin' special as far as you're concerned.
[ innuendo more than insult, really. he knows what david meant by size, and it's not the same thing he does. ]
Not gonna fight you for it while you're hurt. Get that fixed up, we'll see where you bein' half bark and half bite takes you.
[ if he wasn't already halfway to fucking furious, the innuendo would get a laugh out of david, an amused snort at the very least, maybe a joke fired back. as it is, he's busy trying to decide which of the latter part of all that he should be more offended by. ]
Half fuckin' bite am I?
[ he licks his lips, looks at him with hard eyes, the anger in him a steady thing that's easy. comfortable. too much so, probably, because he knows he shouldn't say what he's about to, but he can't stop himself. ]
Half bark and half bite when I had you cut up out there too, was I?
[ the anger stirs, seethes, sits up somewhere inside him and strains at the leash. behind the mask, he narrows his eyes, seeing bait laid out in front of him. whether david's trying to lure him into a violent fuck or an actual fight is still up in the air, but evan tries to rein in on that, at least to some degree.
he leans in a little, still looming. still the danger he always has been, even if the cleaver's not in his hands right now. ]
You had me on the ground and you offered me a mercy kill. [ he says it like it offends him, because it does. ] Had your teeth in me and pulled 'em out. That's all bark.
[ david honestly has no idea what he wants here, all he knows is just a few minutes ago he was in a surprisingly good mood and now he's itching to see blood. of course, with david switching back can be just as fast too, but right now he feels like a dog pulling on a rope. growling, desperate for something even if it doesn't know what that is. ]
Oh-- My apologies for offerin' you a choice in how you went out.
[ sure, okay, it was for himself. stalling, looking for a reason it wouldn't just be him killing someone in a rage like he was always afraid he would one day. just lose control and tear someone apart. ]
[ sometimes he thinks he should just give into it, especially here where it barely even fucking matters, thinks about evan's lifeless body and the satisfaction that came with it, always just a brief thing before the nausea sets in. not over the killing, but the way blood on his hands and a body at his feet feels right to some fucked up part of him. like that's what he was made for. ]
[ between the way that thought makes him sick to his stomach, and the fact that he and evan have found this weird sort of civility — fragile as it is — it's what keeps the clenched fists at his sides instead of throwing a punch. no small one either, the kind that would break a normal man's jaw. david backs up a step instead, not exactly disengaging but something like it. not enough like it, because he can't stop himself from going on. ]
Won't make that mistake next time, don't you worry.
[ the problem with david - with a lot of the survivors, really, but david's right here, right now - is that he makes the bait so goddamned tempting. every word, every movement, every little twitch of his expression makes evan want to grab his skull and slam it into the table nearby, whether to kill him or fuck him being up for debate.
but if he throws a punch, david will return it. hard, fast, and just as dangerous, even with his fucked up shoulder. if anyone's living proof that a fucked up shoulder means nothing to a punch, it's evan. and he's not really in the mood for a brawl right now - after all, the last one ended with him dead.
so he leans in closer, the rage bubbling just under his skin, mouth twisting into a snarl under the mask. ]
Good. 'Cause the next time you do, we're both gonna die.
[ he knows david can kill him, now, as much as david knows evan can kill him. and they'll make things mutual. they'll both hate it. ]
Fix your fuckin' shoulder. We'll finish this when you do.
[ not that he knows what they'll be finishing, honestly. ]
[ david just stands there for a moment, staring, seething. like part of him is searching for a way to draw it out, make it into an actual fight, however that ends up shaking out. he's so wound up, desperate for it almost, something to justify the way he feels like a pot ready to boil over. ]
[ later on, he'll be surprised about evan's restraint. right now it's just a disappointment that sits heavy in his gut. a deep dissatisfaction he's not going to be rid of until the next trial. ]
[ he backs up a step, still eyeing evan, and then turns to pick up his clothes. just the thought of lifting his arm to put his shirt back on makes his shoulder spike in pain, so david just holds them in a frustrated fist. ]
[ he could answer that. remind david that he ran out here on one invitation. but he also knows that'll send things over the edge, so he doesn't. there's no point in inviting a fight he isn't interested in - and that's not as difficult for him as it might seem, even when dealing with a survivor.
but david backs off just as much, grabbing his shirt and not putting it on, which just shows how bad the injury really is. evan just snorts, his only contribution to ending the conversation, and watches david until he leaves.
he doesn't remind him to keep an eye out for traps - doesn't need to, because either david's still aware enough to watch out for them, or he's too pissed off to care, in which case he can step in one. and while evan won't go after him, it'll still make life even worse to try and get back to the campfire on an injured leg on top of the injured shoulder. ]
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although david's constant getting under his skin does make it tempting to go for an immediate reverse. almost too tempting. ]
Thought the size of me was somethin' special as far as you're concerned.
[ innuendo more than insult, really. he knows what david meant by size, and it's not the same thing he does. ]
Not gonna fight you for it while you're hurt. Get that fixed up, we'll see where you bein' half bark and half bite takes you.
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Half fuckin' bite am I?
[ he licks his lips, looks at him with hard eyes, the anger in him a steady thing that's easy. comfortable. too much so, probably, because he knows he shouldn't say what he's about to, but he can't stop himself. ]
Half bark and half bite when I had you cut up out there too, was I?
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he leans in a little, still looming. still the danger he always has been, even if the cleaver's not in his hands right now. ]
You had me on the ground and you offered me a mercy kill. [ he says it like it offends him, because it does. ] Had your teeth in me and pulled 'em out. That's all bark.
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Oh-- My apologies for offerin' you a choice in how you went out.
[ sure, okay, it was for himself. stalling, looking for a reason it wouldn't just be him killing someone in a rage like he was always afraid he would one day. just lose control and tear someone apart. ]
[ sometimes he thinks he should just give into it, especially here where it barely even fucking matters, thinks about evan's lifeless body and the satisfaction that came with it, always just a brief thing before the nausea sets in. not over the killing, but the way blood on his hands and a body at his feet feels right to some fucked up part of him. like that's what he was made for. ]
[ between the way that thought makes him sick to his stomach, and the fact that he and evan have found this weird sort of civility — fragile as it is — it's what keeps the clenched fists at his sides instead of throwing a punch. no small one either, the kind that would break a normal man's jaw. david backs up a step instead, not exactly disengaging but something like it. not enough like it, because he can't stop himself from going on. ]
Won't make that mistake next time, don't you worry.
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but if he throws a punch, david will return it. hard, fast, and just as dangerous, even with his fucked up shoulder. if anyone's living proof that a fucked up shoulder means nothing to a punch, it's evan. and he's not really in the mood for a brawl right now - after all, the last one ended with him dead.
so he leans in closer, the rage bubbling just under his skin, mouth twisting into a snarl under the mask. ]
Good. 'Cause the next time you do, we're both gonna die.
[ he knows david can kill him, now, as much as david knows evan can kill him. and they'll make things mutual. they'll both hate it. ]
Fix your fuckin' shoulder. We'll finish this when you do.
[ not that he knows what they'll be finishing, honestly. ]
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[ later on, he'll be surprised about evan's restraint. right now it's just a disappointment that sits heavy in his gut. a deep dissatisfaction he's not going to be rid of until the next trial. ]
[ he backs up a step, still eyeing evan, and then turns to pick up his clothes. just the thought of lifting his arm to put his shirt back on makes his shoulder spike in pain, so david just holds them in a frustrated fist. ]
Don't know why the fuck I came out here anyway.
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but david backs off just as much, grabbing his shirt and not putting it on, which just shows how bad the injury really is. evan just snorts, his only contribution to ending the conversation, and watches david until he leaves.
he doesn't remind him to keep an eye out for traps - doesn't need to, because either david's still aware enough to watch out for them, or he's too pissed off to care, in which case he can step in one. and while evan won't go after him, it'll still make life even worse to try and get back to the campfire on an injured leg on top of the injured shoulder. ]