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So this is a short little drabble of a story I’m planning on doing, involving an OC and Evan. There’s a bit of a mix between things based on his lore and going into the present of the Entity’s realm. Very excited for this little project. I’m hoping it succeeds. I’ve already made up some perks for my character.
Strolling within one of the estate realms, Evan's hand was still wrapped around mine as I rested my head on his arm. Of course he kept telling me to be careful of the smaller metal pieces that were embedded, but I made sure I did. We were halfway towards the shack when I felt his hands grip my waist firmly, suddenly lifting me over his shoulder.
"E-Evan, what are you doing?"
"Carrying you." He answered as if it was obvious.
"I know that, but...why?"
"Figured you would be tired. Seemed like you were nodding off."
“Well yeah, but like this?”
While poking playfully on his back, he snickers. We both headed up the stairs, seeing some crates and other objects coming into view. It looked a bit different than what I've seen during trials. It looked more like a workstation for him to work on his traps and other weapons. Some were hanging on the walls, while there were some areas that looked a bit messy. I also saw some random sketches scattered on the wall as well. Witnessing all of this, it looked as if he really had a lot of dedication to make things perfect to easily trap his victims. I didn't want to keep asking him if he was even enjoying all of this. I knew deep down he wasn't. Especially if it involved me. So...there was a bit of the old Evan left inside.
He sets me down on a decent sized bed. It was long and wide enough for how big he was. I held back a snicker, imagining him on a smaller bed rolling off. The bed sure was comfy. Even though it was an old mattress, it looked like it was kept up to part.
"So you even have a bed here? Has it...you know, been here or given from the Entity?"
Evan went over to the wooden table, taking off his gloves. He glanced over to me with a raised eyebrow before replying.
"Nah, it's been here. I can't imagine the Entity being that generous to us. I rarely get any sleep these past few nights."
"You haven't? Isn't that hard on you? What's the average number of hours of sleep you've been getting?"
He sighs heavily after rinsing his hands in a large bucket of water. After drying them, he comes over and sits beside me, feeling the mattress dip from his weight.
"No more than an hour."
"That's nothing. An hour of sleep isn't enough."
"Yeah, but what can I do? And before you start blamin' yourself, I've had times I had little to no sleep beforehand. So it's got nothin' to do with you."
"I know I know, I just..."
Shaking my head, I fiddled with my fingers as I stared down at my feet. Ever since we've found each other, I was always blaming myself. At some point in time the Entity had to figure out what was this bond between Evan and I. What are the odds of a survivor to befriend a killer? Sounds unrealistic, right? I mean, we haven't done anything wrong towards them. Maybe slamming pallets against them or escaping matches successfully, even so...
"And how about you?"
"What?"
"Sleep. Have you been gettin' any?"
I hummed lightly, thinking if there were any moments I actually had good rest. When nothing came to mind, Evan seemed to take the hint.
"No need to answer. I already know. The reason why I brought you here is because I wanted to show you this part of the place. You can come over and rest whenever you want. Most of the time I won't be here, so it'll be here for you once you come back from a trial."
I looked up at him surprised. "You...want me to come here? Is it alright?"
"Of course. You've been visiting the other realms of the estate, right? So I don't mind. Just don't bring your friends over, alright?"
I snickered, slapping his arm lightly. He was always protective, but I've always sensed some sort of envy. Whenever I bring up Kate or any of the others, he frowns like some big child. I couldn't help but to laugh. Even when I'm with different people, he doesn't want me to experience anymore conflict. Especially right after what happened with Jake, Meg, and Claudette. I wasn't sure how they're handling things since it's just the three of them. Hopefully they've gained another teammate, but I kinda doubt it.
"Don't worry, I won't. I guess you can say this is like a...secret hideout for us?"
"Hm. Maybe. Would be nice if I were to be here more often with ya."
Evan pushes himself back against the wall, pulling me into his embrace. I couldn't help but to see how he was sitting. It seemed like the smaller pieces of metal were keeping him from leaning back more, but I assumed he was used to it?
"Are you comfortable, Ev? We could lay down if you want."
"No, I'm alright. You can lay on my lap. I won't bite."
Really, Ev? I laughed a little, quickly positioning my head on his thighs. Moments have passed when I felt his thighs flex underneath. I couldn't help but to look up at him.
"Evan? Are you flexing?"
"So you noticed?"
"Obviously. Like you're doing it on purpose. Haha!"
I rolled over on my side, facing away from him laughing. I felt his fingers ruffling my hair.
"Maybe I am. I don't want my legs to fall asleep."
"Now what is that supposed to mean? Are you saying I have a heavy head?"
He rolls his eyes to the side, thinking of a response.
"Maybe."
"Ugh, forget you, Evan!"
I punched his gut, causing him to act like it hurt. He's become much more of a teaser lately, more than the first few days I've met him at home. I couldn't help that it made him all the more cute...in a way. Would cute be the right word to describe him? Handsome for sure, but how he acts sometimes makes him cute.
"But you can't, can you?"
I frowned at him before giving him a soft smile. "Of course not" was all I said, making him smile. A warm hand was placed on the side of my face before he leaned forward, planting his full lips onto mine. I couldn't help but to feel tingly whenever he kissed me. Feeling his soft lips on mine, the many times I've wished to feel the same way long ago...I guess it wasn't the right time. It was bad enough we have to be stuck in this place.
The kisses were slow and soft. Feeling the texture of his lips and savoring his taste made me want more...but every time I've had thoughts about it, I face a brick wall. I just wasn't ready. That's all there is to it, and there wasn't any reason to rush. As much I wanted to feel his rough strong hands caress me, showing off his strength and commitment, it just wasn't the right time.
As we separated, his pale blue eyes stared deeply into mine, as if he was trying to read right through me. I glanced away as I began to feel shy.
"Y-you don't have to keep staring at me like that, Ev. You can just sketch me out like you used to and look at that."
"Pfft, I could, but it's not the same."
I gasp lightly at his response. He moved his lips on my forehead as I tried taking in what he said. So...does that mean he doesn't draw anymore? Not that I want him to if it's his choice, but I would've thought doing those things gives him some sort of peace of mind.
"So you're done with sketching?"
"Heh, no one said I was. It just isn't the same when you're not here with me."
I groaned, pressing my face against his stomach. Feeling his chuckles vibrate felt comforting. He continuously runs his fingers through my scalp. If I was a cat, I would be purring my heart out.
Both of us enjoyed the quietness around us for a few minutes, until we heard a deep rumble growing louder from outside. I sat up, seeing a dark mass snaking its way towards me. Perhaps bringing me in for another trial. It grew until it became a big mass, consuming me within the darkness. There was no doubt I felt sad. Anxious even. Maybe angry for not spending more time with Evan, but it was okay. As crazy as some people may think this may sound, I actually hoped to see him again in the next trial.
As I nearly faded away, I could hear his last words. Feeling a single tear run down my cheek. He noticed.
"I'll be waitin' for ya, Lil. You stay safe."