the stray
male/any
thirty three
xxx, orre
bisexual
bar owner/keep
Senior ranger
Hold on don't look back, you know we're better, better than that
TAG WITH @evan
evan fader
aftermath
POSTED ON Jan 12, 2020 10:00:45 GMT
[attr="class","evantalk"] Walking home really wouldn't have been a problem, if anything it would have been the stretch to his legs and the fresh air in his lungs that the man felt he needed, almost desperately right now. He had his fire types with him anyway, his team had been tailored and shuffled around to accommodate the snow. His mimikyu had been left at home even despite her protests on the matter to make sure he wouldn't be caught unable to take care of himself despite how bad the weather was. Lars would have none of it. Normally Evan wouldn't have even argued with him on the matter, would have simply started walking and ignored him when he tried to stop him but the two of them had somehow treaded into a dangerous area of familiarity that left Evan compelled to try and reason with him. His usual gusto was diminished fast, the mental exhaustion he'd felt over the course of the month had begun taking its toll on him and he found himself caving to Lar's own stubbornness, something that might just rival his on a good day. Evan was realizing more and more that somehow Lars got through his unbroken walls, found the small cracks no one else seemed to see and squeezed his way in. His persistence in taking care of him tonight made a man so used to being on his own, taking care of himself, feel small and vulnerable and like maybe it was okay to say yes when he normally wouldn't have said anything at all. Evan hated it. A lot. Especially since he knew himself well enough to know he only hated it because- You should be aware of this.The comment pulls Evan out of his swirling thoughts. He couldn't quite get over the mixture of heat in his chest and the smell of Lars' cologne clinging to the coat he refused to take back. He kept thinking over the events of the night, of recently, mind circling back to how his jacket smelt faintly of vanilla too and how Lars was something like berries and creme and he had long ago pulled the collar up to keep his face hidden behind it. The last thing he needed was for lars to look over and realize just how red his face had gone. But that pulls him from where he's been hiding and making half-hearted comments the entire way home as a distraction from his thoughts. He doesn't even really register how close to the Stray they are now because he's too busy with his face going red from a flustered annoyance. "I resent that." he states plainly, looking across the open air at him. "First of all, my lip has been pierced since I was eleven." he starts, only vaguely aware that he sounds a bit grumpier than he normally does, not enough to actually sound mad, actually if anything he manages to sound like he's not really offended simply making a point."Started on my ears by fifteen, got my eyebrow and my tongue done around eighteen and" Evan gives the other man a pointed look, as if to emphasis this next bit. "And I used to have a back corset in my early twenties I just had to give it up because I couldn't take care of that well enough while traveling.""I started on my hips about eight years ago, three sets one on each side and I plan on getting another set next month." he had a couple of reasons for those ones but he most certainly enjoyed the aesthetic they gave him with his shirt off and his stomach tattooed. In a way, it was part of how Evan dolled himself up. "I swear Lars, if I was going to die of frostbite from these things I would have already." maybe it was because he felt like the other didn't believe him, or maybe it was easier to write it off as him not believing him instead of it being what it really was. He knew Lars was insisting because he cared, a lot. Normally he didn't mind, it wasn't like other people hadn't cared for him in some capacity over the years or another, but they didn't have the same effect Lars did. Those people just cared, Lars cared and made him feel like his chest was going to go up in flames because Evan liked that he cared. Laurence Anderson[newclass=.evantalk b]color: #7d6484;[/newclass]
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