edanwinters (edanwinters) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-01-03 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | day ten, edan, edan and evan, evan |
The Breaking Point
Characters: Edan and Evan
Setting: Evan's room, early morning
The storm had ended, which was a good sign as far as Edan was concerned. Brady had stayed true to his word to stick around through the night which meant while she didn’t sleep well she at least felt safe. Gathering up Evan’s blankets and sheets she started towards his room after thanking Brady for sticking with her and telling him where she was headed, knocking on the door with the bundled of them in her arms, though everything was folded neatly.
She was more rumpled than the night before, dress wrinkled and hair definitely looking like she just woke up, but she also had an air about her that said she really didn’t care. Not right now. Not after the night she’d had.
Evan had been crashed out on the couch, since he didn't have bedding anymore. When the knock came, he jolted in his sleep, standing almost before he was quite properly awake. He got his bearings, then growled to himself, scrubbing his hands over his face before he walked to the door. He glanced out the window first. Edan. Of course it was her.
He grabbed some pants and pulled them up, and was finishing up buckling his belt as he opened the door. He didn't so much greet her, as just left it open so she could come in if she wanted to, as he walked back to the wardrobe to grab a shirt.
Edan watched the door open, but he didn’t say anything which wasn’t exactly friendly but after a short hesitation she let herself into the room, looking at him over the blankets. It probably wasn’t the right thing to think, but that bare back wasn’t something she was going to complain about any time soon. “You didn’t say you had other tattoos,” she blurted after spotting the ink on his arm, wincing at herself.
Evan glanced at his shoulder, right before said tattoos disappeared beneath the t-shirt he pulled over his head. "Did you ask?" he asked. Honestly, he didn't remember. He'd had conversations about his tattoos with two people, and he knew Mojo had been asking about them and the like, so there was that. But maybe Edan hadn't asked if he'd had any other decorations on his skin.
She tried to think about it but wound up shaking her head. “I guess maybe I didn’t. I guess I just thought it would have come up with the whole taking off my dress to show you mine.” Edan took the pile of bedding and dropped it on his bed. “Brought this back.”
Evan had been about to duck into the bathroom to splash some water on his face, but her words pulled him up short. He turned to eye her. "...so, you stripping down to show me your ink meant I was meant to take off my shirt too?" he asked, the barest hint of amusement in his eyes.
That made Edan feel more than a little uncomfortable, wrapping her arms around herself. “Yes. You could have. Or you know...said something.” It wasn’t until she looked up at him that she spotted that glint of humor. Was he teasing? She really couldn’t tell.
"Uh huh." he said, deadpan as he watched her. Then he flashed just a little bit of a grin, there then gone a second later as he did duck into the bathroom. "Sounds suspiciously like you were trying to get us both naked, Edan."
That grin was really adorable, but then he was moving into the other room and she blushed, covering her face with her hands for a moment. It was a good thing he wasn’t there, to see her. “Yes. That is exactly what I was going for.” At least she didn’t sound embarrassed. She sat down on his bed, tugging at the edge of his bedding.
Evan splashed water on his face, and got his toothbrush out, starting to brush his teeth. He paused, however, not having heard his door close. He glanced out into the main room to see her on his bed there. Right. "Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked her. "Because if we look at your entire track record with me here, it kind of seems like it."
She rolled her eyes a little. “Does it? How so?” She wasn’t. Very much not. Or at least she hadn’t planned on it. But she was curious how he thought she was trying to do that.
"Well, I try to run you off, and you pretty much keep insisting you want me around. You did strip down in front of me, to show me ink you very well could have just told me about in the first place. You spent a good chunk of last night clinging to me. I probably still smell like you." he told her, taking a second to spit in the sink before continuing. "And now you're here, sitting on my bed, bitching that I didn't get naked when you did."
“You smell like me?” she blurted, not really meaning to ask that question. Though it did have her wondering what it was she smelled like. “I didn’t think you’d get naked. Glad your mind went there.”
Internally, he had to chuckle a little. He finished up brushing his teeth quickly, rinsed out his mouth, then put his toothbrush and paste away, heading back out. "Okay, one of us was really blatantly throwing it out there that you had your dress practically off in front of me. It isn't me. That was all you, sweetheart. Then you were talking about how I could have showed you then too. So. Someone wants us without clothes on. It's looking pretty grim for your continued insistence of innocence." he told her, walking up to her and looking down at her.
“You could have showed me by lifting up your sleeve,” she said, looking up at him. “Maybe you just want that to be what I want?” She was trying to turn it around, though she wasn’t quite sure if she was doing a good job with it.
He loomed over her, getting closer, til he was looking her much more closely in the eyes. "That your final answer?" he asked, voice light. He wanted to know what she would do. Really, her behavior did lead him to wonder. And he'd been put away when he was so young, he really didn't have experience to fall back on to do more than draw logical conclusions. But he still wanted to see what she did. How she reacted, especially considering where she was sitting.
Edan bit her lip, not at all sure what he was doing, or where he was going with things. “Maybe?” she said, not feeling very sure about the answer at all. Not with him looming like that because as intimidating as that was, it was also something else entirely.
"Maybe." he repeated. "You don't sound convinced, Edan." he told her, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. Again, basically just to see what exactly she would do. Because he absolutely wasn't sure, and at the moment, that was interesting for him. Plus, she really didn't look sure, and his eyes had drifted to her teeth in her lip for a heartbeat.
Right, he was touching her. That was a game changer wasn’t it? “I don’t know if I am.” She looked at him, still biting at her lip. “What are you angling for?”
"I don't have an angle." Evan told her. But it was a little fascinating that she seemed to be losing her resolve on what she was after from him. He watched her eyes. "But I think you might. I'm just working out what I think of that." he added. "Of course, maybe you don't even quite know what you want either, yet." he offered, thinking that could be true too.
“I don’t have an angle,” Edan told him, shaking her head in a tiny way, just enough convey the feeling, but not take her eyes off of him. “What do you think of it so far?” There was a pause, another moment to lick her lower lip slightly before biting it again. “I might not know.”
Again, his eyes ticked to her lips with the movement there, then back up to her eyes. "Still working that out." he said. "What would you want me to think?" he asked. "Assuming you had any say whatsoever." Which she didn't, but he wanted to know if she did, what she might say.
Straightening her back more, she moved just the tiniest bit closer. “That it’s not an angle. That I’m not out to use you.” Even if he said she didn’t have any say, she wanted that point to get across.
"That really bothered you, didn't it." Evan said, standing straight. He walked over to the couch and dropped down onto it, eyes on her. "So was soldier boy any better at being comforting than I was?" he asked.
The moment he moved away she felt like she could breathe again, but she also hated him moving away. Which was something she probably shouldn’t be feeling. “It did. It wouldn’t bother you to be told that was what you were doing?” Shaking her head and drug her fingers through her hair. “No. He was there, but...It wasn’t the same.”
Evan shrugged. "Depends on the situation." he said. "In certain terms, it would probably work out better for me, because people don't generally bother jerks who use people. If it was someone I didn't want staying away, then it might." he said. "It would also depend on whether or not that was what I was doing." he added. He watched her for a long moment. "It wasn't the same." he repeated, leaving it open ended so she could explain.
“Did you just admit that there are people you don’t want staying away?” Edan asked, giving Evan an expectant look, wanting to hear more. She pushed up more, resting on his bedding, relaxing a little. “It wasn’t. He’s not you. He played guitar, tried to talk to me and wound up just standing guard while I slept.”
"No, I'm answering a question with a hypothetical scenario." Evan said, not willing to give that inch yet. "...he played guitar. So, he provided entertainment, is apparently a musician, and a soldier, whom you have prior history with, and it somehow didn't measure up to me." he said, eyeing her. "...I'm kind of starting to think you're crazy, Edan."
“Right. Sure.” Edan glared at Evan and shook her head. “Remind me never to be nice to you again.” She let out a sigh and looked at him again. “We talked about his wife, how he can’t see her again, some anonymous messages he got, and how gloom and doom he is.”
"Never be nice to me." he intoned immediately. "Ever. It isn't worth it." he assured her. "And sounds distracting, like you wanted. How was that not what you needed to get your mind off of things? Plus, if the gloom and doom part is a negative, how exactly would you describe me? I'm just about made up entirely of cynicism."
Edan picked up his pillow and threw it at him, just to do something, even if it fell short. “Oh shut up. I’m going to keep being nice. Just to piss you off.” She shrugged, tugging at her hair and biting her lip again. “It’s just different with you. Why is that such a bad thing? Two seconds ago you were invading my personal space. Again. And I bet you wouldn’t complain if I did the same to you. That’s different than spending time with someone’s like my cousin.”
"Your funeral." Evan said to her first statement. He caught the pillow, though, and dropped it on the couch next to him. "And I didn't say it was bad, I'm finding it strange. And maybe slightly nuts." he told her. "As for invading your personal space, yeah. I wanted to see what you would do, because I keep wondering if you're trying to get me into bed or what your game is."
“Alright so I’m nuts.” Edan watched him for a minute before getting up and moving towards him, looming over him, as well as she could, the way he had to her. “There’s no game Evan,” she said softly, looking down at him. “What do you keep thinking I’m going to do? Drag you down on your bed because I can’t resist you?”
"I have no idea." he told her, looking up at her. He really didn't. She was chock full of signals, and he knew some of them were definitely strong. Maybe not unignoreable, but clearly there. It all seemed to add up in one heavy direction.
She leaned forward a little, one hand on the back of the couch near his head so she was more eye level with him. “Might want to figure that one out. Or you’re going to keep getting disappointed.”
"What exactly would be disappointing?" he asked first. "What are you doing?" he asked her, watching her eyes. "Right now. What's the purpose of this?" he asked, motioning to her form, so close to his. Her position was perfect for just collapsing down onto his lap. Which he was assuming she was well aware of. It itched in the back of his head.
“Because if you don’t know what you want? You’re not going to get it. And you’re constantly going to feel like you don’t have what you need.” Edan shrugged a little but didn’t move. “Trying to see what you’ll do.”
"You need to go." Evan told her. Things had taken a turn. He'd been amused, intrigued, even. He'd been trying to work things out, but with what she was doing there, he was starting to feel played. Like he was some toy, she was just fucking around with, with a lot of heavy signals he wasn't sure added up correctly. And, for all he knew, that was exactly what was going on. He didn't know her, after all. Not really. He'd helped her out, and they'd done a lot of talking, but it wasn't like he couldn't be wrong. And he still wasn't even positive he knew what the hell she was playing at, period. 'I don't have an angle' didn't fit in his head right with her behavior towards him, the things she said.
Rolling her eyes, Edan pulled away. “Figures.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him, not sure what to do with him at all. “Why do I need to go?”
"Because I don't like having my head fucked with." Evan snapped. "Look, just, fuck off. Go find someone else to fuck with. I don't appreciate it." he told her, getting up and walking towards the door, even if it hadn't been shut when she walked in. He was just opening it wider, so she could exit.
Edan followed after him, but instead of leaving she just pushed the door shut, leaning back against it. “No.” She looked up at him, holding her ground. “I’m not fucking with you.You just did the exact same thing to me. I don’t want to fuck with you. I just want to know what you want.”
"Yeah, I did, and if you don't see a difference between me pretty blatantly fucking asking you what the fuck you're playing at, and testing a reaction, and you just doing it to add to the many other heavy fucking signals you've been giving me, then you're much more fucked in the head than I thought. I was the one pointing out to you that it seems like you’re throwing yourself at me. Just, go. As far as I can tell, you've latched on to me, and then you're clinging, and taking your clothes off, then bringing it up again, getting all close, and telling me old friends don't compare, and I met you yesterday. So, at this point, I'm thinking distance is the best plan. Take your crazy somewhere else. I've got quite enough here of my own." Evan snapped, a whole lot of not pleased with her shutting the door and refusing to leave.
“I met Brady earlier this week. Maybe four days ago. Five. After he tried to choke a woman and I stopped him. I don’t know him. Our history is that my twin saved his life,” she started, trying to keep her voice even because he was so upset. “And I wasn’t doing it to add to signals, I was just trying to turn the tables on you. See if you even reacted. If maybe I had an affect on you like you do to me.” She held a hand out to him, shaking her head a little. “I wasn’t trying to screw with you or be crazy. I just like being around you. I don’t mind when you’re all looming over me, tempting me.”
Well that made at least some more sense. If she hadn't known him before. He'd been under the impression there was more history there. That didn't clear up the rest of it, though. "Just go, okay?" he said, sighing and thinking he needed to go back to bed. Get a little more sleep, then he could start to deal with this. But he was paranoid, and he didn't like the idea he was being played. On top of that, Evan had a kneejerk reaction to things going sideways with people--he bailed. That was just how he worked. It seemed like the way to go.
Edan shook her head, moving closer and reaching for his shirt to pull him a little closer. “Talk to me.” She wanted to do more, but she was sure he might freak out as a result. All she wanted to do really was calm him down.
Evan tensed up, his entire posture stilling, his jaw set. "Leave, or I will." he said, voice clipped, tight. Right around now, it would actually probably be nice if there was someone to call out to, a guard or something to get her the fuck out of his space. He didn't know how else to say it. And he definitely wasn't up for being touched right now.
She pulled her hand away as he tensed, hating that it just seemed to be the way things went for her. “I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” Just to prove her point she took a step back, hands behind her back. “I’ll go. I just...I’m not out to play you Evan. I would have a hard time stopping you if you made a move and more than once...more than once I thought you might have wanted me to. That’s all.” She went back towards the door, looking back at him. “I am sorry.”
He said nothing, opting for silence. It had to be the best bet he had, he thought if he answered her, she'd stick around to further the conversation. So, he just stood back, and let her leave. Then he was going back the fuck to bed, and he would work this shit out later. Or something. Jesus, he didn't know. And that was the problem.
That he didn’t answer left her looking pained, sure he was done with her entirely, which shockingly enough felt terrible. Like something was eating at her insides. “I’ll see you soon Ev...Asher.” She opened the door, looking back at him again, wanting to say something else, but not sure what it was, so she didn’t. After hesitating for a second more, wishing he’d call her back, she let herself out.
The second the door was shut, Evan walked to it and locked it, resting his forehead against it for a moment. Shit had certainly turned fast, and he was going to have to sort it out. He just didn't really want to. He was reminded again that he'd thought a co-ed situation was fucked up, and asking for trouble, and turned out he was right on that score. Fuck.