#queue / reality is a bitter taste but fantasy can be so deceiving

[evanave]

—— HARBINGER OF DEATH

I feel like I can do this. But I don’t know what to do. It’s like it’s on the tip of my tongue, and I don’t know how to trigger it. I just, I swear to God, it literally makes me want to scream.

[evanave]

When the grip on his collar was released and he laid on his back once more there was not much of a reaction on his end this time. All he did was avert his gaze for the moment. He hadn't thought about how Peter's reaction to his tipsy state might possibly be. After all they weren't suppose to be back until tomorrow. Evan had pictured a night without any sorrows, without any thoughts really. Just one night to remind himself why he wasn't giving up, why he kept pushing on. It wasn't like he had done it out in the open. He had been in Vic's office. The second safest place after Peter's private rooms.

"Living's dangerous," the blond simply replied as blue orbs shifted back onto the man still kneeling over him. With the dead roaming outside the walls, power hungry survivor groups trying to suppress others and all kinds of creatures coming out of hiding, was there even any place truly safe these days?

It was that moment he registered Peter's fingers intertwining with his own, catching his attention as he silently watched how their hands were brought up to the other's mouth. Felt how his knuckles lightly touched them. The blond's lips slightly parted as a familiar feeling settled within his stomach. "I missed you — even if you kinda ruined my mood." Yeah, his tongue was still too loose for his own good.

Only frowning more at the other’s comment about his frowning, he didn’t respond to the teasing words and gentle touch, though his body reacted in a way that it always did under the boy’s touch: focusing all senses on him, only him – which was the most dangerous thing it could do. He needed to be aware of his surroundings, needed his senses alert, so he could react when needed – to protect him.

Then he saw that beautiful face in front of him fall. And only slowly did his mind realize what Evan was telling him. But the realization hit him hard. His stern features changed. His mouth opened, but instead of saying the right words, the only right word, he took a sharp breath, and let go of the boy’s collar. But the hand still lingered around Peter’s own hand, and it was the only point they touched, and it burnt.

“It’s dangerous,” his voice low now. The boy was lying on his back again and he had leaned down. Their hands touching, his fingers caressing the other’s hand as they slowly, and without him thinking about what he was doing, intertwined with Evan’s fingers. Lifting both their hands to his mouth, Peter’s lips grazed Evan’s knuckles. And he felt his stomach clench as he looked into those light blue eyes.

[evanave]

OPEN TO: anyone BASED IN: zombie apocalypse, any post-apocalypse setting

While he knew he wasn't much help out there and rather stayed inside anyway, Evan tried to pull his weight as best as he could within the security of the walls. Lend a hand wherever he could and be useful around the cooking area. If he was good at something, then it was cooking for sure. Even with the little ingredients they may had within this community. "Figured you might be hungry." The blond said as he placed a plate onto the table and pushed it towards the other, offering a soft, friendly smile.

[evanave]

@redemptivexheroics | continued from here

"My sister," he responded while continuing to focus at the task at hand. "Had to learn it for her as she always came to me when she wanted to get her hair done. Had to correct it if it didn't was the way she wanted it." That and he found it was kinda therapeutic. Having the chance to do something with his hands which was both relaxing and could make someone else happy if the result was good had worked for him in many ways.

[evanave]

@astrainclinantx asked: "i like seeing you smile." - Elend

Now, he really didn't know what to say to that at first other than letting the smile grow wider. “A smile looks good on you as well.”

[evanave]

Possibly he was a bit too caught in his own feelings to see it from Rafe's perspective or any other in that moment, but Evan felt like it was all more an excuse to make him unterstand he should let this go between them. Whatever this was. Maybe this hadn't been anything to begin with and he had just wanted to believe in something that wasn't even there. "You didn't have to..." He might be soft, but he had a mind of his own still. Made his own decisions, his own mistakes no matter if his brother or friends agreed with them or not. "Enjoy the evening, Rafe. And I guess I'll see you when I see you."

alright, evan's got a point. they probably wouldn't approve but at the same time, fuck them. he just doesn't know how to express that. he figures evan would be more persuaded by his brother and his friends to kick rafe to the curb. hurt them before they hurt you, right? "woah, woah..." he starts moving towards evan. "when did i use the word bother?"

[evanave]

@astrainclinantx asked: "that's quite a scratch you've got there." Alex

“Ah, it looks worse than it is.” That wasn't quite true, but he didn't want Alex to worry. Also how did he explain it was his own fault, but not really? Not having control over his harbinger abilities, his death sense, has gotten him in situations before. This time around it ended with him getting a little hurt himself.

[evanave]

@astrainclinantx asked: ❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜ - Elend

“Why would you say that? — Do you want to die, is that it?”

[evanave]

It had always been a bad sign when Luke Maybank was waiting for either of the twins. More so when it was payday and he bothered to come all the way to the country club to pick Evan up. The blond had known there was no way out of this for him the second he had sighted his father. The blond hadn't it in him to run the other way, to go against his father's order to get in the car. However, soon after Evan learned it wasn't only about the money. Luke had caught on that Jay was gone, therefore demanded his remaining son to tell him where the other was. But Evan didn't know and even if he did, this information wouldn't have been anything he would've shared with Luke. Of course, the man didn't believe it and Evan had to endure the consequences. Not only was he left like a piece of garbage when Luke's anger finally subsided, no, he had taken Evan's hard earned money either way.

It had taken him some time to gather himself, to move despite the pain he was feeling after the beating and the first chance he got he left. He wanted to get away as far as possible. Find a place his father wouldn't find him which meant none of his pogue friends were an option, or so he thought in that very moment. It was the reason why he found himself at Trevor's door on Figure Eight that night. Determind not to go back to the Cut anytime soon.

It felt like forever until lights turned on inside, almost had him thinking he'd have to spent the night outside, as it was what he would've done. Sit in front of the door until Trevor returned should he have been out. Thankfully it wasn't the case, yet the second the other opened the door new tears ran down Evan's cheeks. He couldn't even ask if he could stay the night nor answer any questions when heartshattering sobbing left him. Luckily he didn't have to when Trevor not only stepped closer, but also reached out for him. Evan took that silent invitation to move, to cling onto him as if his life depended on it as arms wound around his middle.

Evan let the other lead him inside, lead him to his bedroom where he slipped out of his shoes and laid down on bed with him. Silently appreciated the given comfort while he kept crying until there weren't any tears left to be shed. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he sure was feeling the soreness in his eyes, the aching in his head besides of those coming from the bruises.

@evanave asked: [ TEARS ]:     sender shows up at the receiver's door in tears and in need of comfort after a long day (to trev - obx verse)

It was pitch black when he woke up due to loud banging at the door. Sitting up in bed, Trevor was confused for a moment about his whereabouts. Only slowly did he remember that he was in his bedroom in his new beach house on the island of Kildare, sponsored by his dad, his biological dad that he hadn’t known about three months ago. The banging at the front door resumed. Growling, he turned the lights on, closed his eyes as the brightness hurt. His hand ran over his face and he got up and walked out of the bedroom, down the corridor and towards the door. He wore only his boxers, but who ever was at the door sure wouldn’t care. He didn’t even wonder who it might be, he was still too sleepy, when he opened the door. But it caught him by surprise to see him here. No, not really. He would not have been surprised by a nightly visit from Evan, knowing how needy the boy was. But Evan coming unannounced, that was unusual. But it was the way he looked that made him freeze. The pretty eyes were bloodshot, tears running down his gorgeous face. Strands of wet blond hair almost covering it. But he saw the fresh bruises and the cut lip. He stepped closer, his arms reaching out, touching the boy that looked more like a wounded bird, so fragile,  and he felt the boy against his chest. Felt the warmth of his body and the wetness of his tears. Still in a state of shock, his arms wrapped around the slender frame; but as if they didn’t know what to do, or as if they were afraid to, his hands didn’t touch at first. “What?” His question came out choked as the boy was sobbing against his chest, as he was clinging onto him, as if trying to crawl into him. And that moment, it really felt as if he had managed to do that, find his way inside, into that cold thing under his ribs. Arms pressed the trembling body closer, hands held onto him, making sure he wouldn’t slip away. Maybe it was his sleepiness, maybe it was something else, but he led the blond inside, closed the door behind them, took him to his bed where they lay down and where he held him, where he caressed him, where he kissed him.

[evanave]

"What do you mean? I wasn't trying..." Being readable like an open book truly remained a problem, especially if he didn't want others to worry about him.

( @greatcstarcher )

@evanave liked for a starter

“you  can't  fool  me,  you  know.”

[evanave]

Hell, why was she so stubborn? Possibly she was thinking the same when he once again followed her, instead of going back to the others like she had told him to do. "You're not handling anything." With that arms wrapped around her middle and in one move Evan had lifted her off the ground, began carrying her back the way the had just come from. If this was the only way to prevent a fight, then so be it.

"they ain't worth it." she agreed. "But you are." and she was off again. on a mission to find the person who dared to talk shit to evan. "Go find the others, i'll handle this."

[evanave]

"Someone has to know the eric manual by heart, no?" The smile on his face only grew wider at his own joke, even though he does believe he's able to wordlessly read the other whichever mood he might be in. Now, he wouldn't call himself an expert, but definitely something close to it. "You like it?" The blond does sound more surprised than he probably should have. "I think it looks like I've poorly tried to visualize Pocahontas' colors of the wind, but if you want to call dibs on it, it's yours."

"probably a good thing you do." eric chuckled because his communication was never perfect, even if he was working on it. "i don't know about that. it looks pretty cool to me. if you don't do anything with it, don't scrape it either. my office could use some artwork."

[evanave]

It had been just his luck, getting left on his own to figure this out by himself. Very much like he had to do before, but Evan wanted to believe handling his now vampire self would be a tad easier than his harbinger struggles. Although those heightened senses...and constant hunger was a struggle all on its own.

"Great..." The blond sighed quietly, taking a moment to think about the offered help. He really wanted the help, but at the same time he didn't want to be a bother. "You sure you wanna burden yourself with my problems?"

oh this was certainly a turn from what he was expecting. he'd never really handled a new blooded one on his own before. usually, the other vampires walked them through it. he could, he'd seen them nursed to not be the ravenous things they could be, but, he'd never done it alone before.

"from what I know, yes. but it lessens in severity? I know im not really a vampire, but, I can help you, if you want. not my first rodeo."

[evanave]

Oh, that explained why he still felt so tired. He usually wasn't awake before noon, given his work shift usually starting at 6 pm. However, he could guess what possibly had disturbed his sleep. "Ah, okay." The blond wiped at his eyes before ruffling through his blond hair.

"Yeah, I am," he assured, although he wasn't totally certain about it.

"still early yet, barely daybreak," Elend answered. he himself had only been awake for a small amount of time, careful to stay quiet enough as to not disturb the other.

"you okay?"

[evanave]

When she's leaning over he leaned closer as well, making it a tad easier for her to kiss his cheek which only let the smile grow on his features. "If we have one thing, then it's your blueberry jam. So, yes, there is." This time he pressed a kiss to her mouth. "Would you like me to get the waffles and jam? Or do you want to eat inside?"

"oooo, yes, definitely want some waffles." she giggles, pushing up out of the hammock a bit. she leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. "do we still have blueberry jam left?"

[evanave]

Truth to be told, he hadn't expected for anyone to take interest in what he was doing. So, hearing her question let him pause before lifting his gaze. "Um, nothing..." It was an instinctive response as he wasn't prone on showing his art around. Why would he when he had been picked on over it a number of times? When it had been taken from him only to cause him distress. Clearing his throat he corrected, "I mean, it's only some doodling."

she'd been watching him for a small while, trying to see what he was working on without being too conspicuous. how successful she was at that, she wasnt sure. the only way she'd thought she'd had any subtley at was because of how focused he was on the drawing.

"sooo, what are you drawing?"