Evan Walker

Hearts are wild animals, That's why our ribs are called cages. . . . .

[evan-walker-rp]

Open starter, The Road

Light shimmered through the changing leaves, as the sun narrowed it view toward the horizon. Unsure of his destination Evan rolled the throttle in his right hand and shot down the open road in front of him.

He had never been someone to run, not now , not in the world before. That though was now racing through his mind, much like the bike between him and the ancient blacktop. "I'm not running," he told himself. "Not running," over and over he spoke. Just as he rounded the corner his eyes caught sign of someone slipping around the corner of a building to the left of the road. Someone not dead. He reached down I clipping g to bottom on his sidearm holster, before leaning left and entering the open parking lot. He eased forward slowing to a stop before calling out. "Hey." In a calm low tone. "Tell me you are real, and Ive not lost my mind." His southern accent thick with his dry mouth.

[we-were-all-just-humans]

The problem with being a hopeless romantic is when you become more hopeless, rather than romantic.

[notclarissa]

If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.

(via we-were-all-just-humans)

[herhopeistreacherous]

I’m proud of you for being brave enough to take on this world alone. I promise you, one day you’ll wake up and realize you were never alone at all.

Taylor Swift (via herhopeistreacherous)

[evan-walker-rp]

The Devils Whore

[faye-riversarchive]

evan-walker-rp:

The rum had started warming his skin even now as he took another drink. Evan watched as she moved thinking about his offer. “A beautiful death.“he thought. He watched much like a boy would watch a spider in its web feeling around for unsuspected prey. He didn’t know just how deviant she might be, he didn’t recall much at all about her. Maybe it was the rum or maybe the long time he had been at sea, but he was taking a fancy to the shape of her body. She had curves like a woman but she was strong and fit, a fighter. Her hair was a mess but there was a sense of order to it. Her eyes, her lips. He watched it all as she moved about the cabin. "So… Do we have an accord?” He spouted out needing to break the silence before it was obvious that he was staring at her. In a way he wanted her to fight and argue the terms, in another he wanted he to quietly agree. Yet in another he wanted things much more carnal. He waited on her response turning the bottle up, all the while watching he as she moved. @faye-rivers

Faye had been much more careful with her drink. Appearing to turn back the bottle but only allowing the rum to wet her lips. She wasn’t foolish enough to get drunk now, when she was so close to getting what she wanted. Especially in the company of someone like him: a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. She could feel his eyes on her, and the first thought she had was that maybe, just maybe, she could use that to her advantage. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d taken someone for all they had simply because they wanted a look at her tits. 

She leaned against the desk as he spoke, thinking over what they’d talked about. Picking up a little round paperweight, she turned it over in her hands, examining it before sticking it in her pocket. Pushing away, she walked towards him, stopping just before her knees bumped his. Faye held out her hand. 

“We have an accord,” she nodded. 

[evan-walker-rp]

Evan let out a heavy breathes he watched her take the object and put it in her pocket. He continued watching as she moved closer. The rum now causing his face to warm and his lips to turn red. He could also feel it in other places as he enjoyed watching the way she moved. He wasn't drunk and had no intentions of getting shitfaced when business was on the table.

He reached out and softly took her hand as she agreed to his terms. He Leander in slowly and placed a small kiss on the back of her hand before letting go and offering up a large laugh from deep in his gut. All and all he was pleased with the way things had gone. "Well miss, here's to a bountiful voyage!" He raised his bottle, taking another drink this time letting a little rum run down the corner of his mouth and bearded chin.

[i-consume-your-light-again-deac]

[wordsnquotes]

And I think now it’s no single thing changed my heart, but it was gradually…A wound that healed slowly, but heal it did.

Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant (via wordsnquotes)

[coral]

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Andrea Gibson, Bone Burying (via feellng)

[rusol]

They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.

Mexican Proverb (via rusol)

[wordsnquotes]

She was never crazy, she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild.. and sometimes we need people like her. For it’s the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved.

R.M. Drake  (via wordsnquotes)

[theclassicsreader]

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via theclassicsreader)

[evan-walker-rp]

The Devils Whore

[evan-walker-rp]

Evan eased back in his chair as she spoke. Faye did have a way with words. “If you want to look at it that way yeah. Guess I will follow her down the ally.” He reached up running his hand along his neared as she continued with a line of doubting questions. “I’ve told you. This is my ship. You can’t have her. Truth is I wanted her for my…” He paused. He wasn’t sure he needed to let her in on everything he had been planning. “That ship is fast, for her size. She’s strong and she has 18 guns as well. She’s carrying gold and goods headed south. I’d take her for myself, put one of my men on her as captain. Let her make me some coin, but it seems I owe a debt to ya’. So I’m offerin’ her to you.” He took another long drink from the bottle and gave her a stern look. “If you’re gonna be so god damned picky this is gonna take a while. She really is a fine prize.” He looked at her. She was way to pretty to be this rash. What made her her this way? Why was it so hard for her to see that he was trying to make good for her and that this was a very fair deal? He was a pirate, but that didn’t mean he was a bad man. “So what do you say? Are we gonna do this?” He leaned back waiting on her to make up her mind and then see if he could live with the stream of demands and conditions that would be coming with it. @faye-rivers

[faye-riversarchive]

“That’s exactly how I look at it. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t wanna get fucked in return.” She narrowed her eyes at him. Anything left half-said was worth saying in the right company. Just not her company it seemed. But Faye didn’t say anything about it. He probably wouldn’t tell her anyway. Pacing her own line across the cabin floor, she thought about the offer again. “Fine,” she consented. “But you tell me everything. At least as it’s got to do with this. I don’t want no goddamn surprises.” 

Faye wasn’t sure if she trusted him completely. If he was smart, he wouldn’t trust her. Even now, a small part of her was thinking of how to double cross him and get away with both ships, not just the one that had been offered up. But she pushed that part away, knowing it was foolish. Even if she wanted to take his crew and his ship, Faye didn’t have the manpower or the financial backing to do so. So this was her only option. Side with him. Get her due. And get the hell out of English waters. 

[evan-walker-rp]

The rum had started warming his skin even now as he took another drink. Evan watched as she moved thinking about his offer. "A beautiful death."he thought. He watched much like a boy would watch a spider in its web feeling around for unsuspected prey. He didn't know just how deviant she might be, he didn't recall much at all about her. Maybe it was the rum or maybe the long time he had been at sea, but he was taking a fancy to the shape of her body. She had curves like a woman but she was strong and fit, a fighter. Her hair was a mess but there was a sense of order to it. Her eyes, her lips. He watched it all as she moved about the cabin. "So... Do we have an accord?" He spouted out needing to break the silence before it was obvious that he was staring at her. In a way he wanted her to fight and argue the terms, in another he wanted he to quietly agree. Yet in another he wanted things much more carnal. He waited on her response turning the bottle up, all the while watching he as she moved. @faye-rivers

[observando]

[fluohrine]

i set myself of fire to bring light into your darkness but still that wasn’t enough for you so now i will burn our memories feelings my love for you until i will be free again

k.m (via fluohrine)

[faye-riversarchive]

Your Bones, Like Stones: Faye and Evan

[evan-walker-rp]

The water dripped from his body as he turned off the water and stepped from the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waste and moved toward the sink. Wiping away the layer of fog that covered the mirror he could see just how rough he looked. It had been a while since he looked into his own eyes, since he had looked at himself in a mirror. While there was a familiar person in his eyes the rest was much changed. The running and lack of food and hygiene had him in a poor state. Even reached down pulling the drawer of the vanity open hoping to find a razor, and if he was lucky some shaving cream. There were few items in the drawer, but he did find an unused blue razor. The kind his father would have bought from the dollar store. Evan made due with hand soap and began to slowly cut away the hair, as it flowed down the drain he felt like he was changing, like maybe he could find hope underneath. He finished, with a nice clean shave leaving his mustache and goatee, he smiled at himself before walking out of the bathroom. “Faye?” he called as he emerged. There was no answer so he moved to the other room looking for her. He stopped when he saw her lying there on the mattress, she looked like she was very tired and he didn’t want to wake her, though he did need to find some clothes until he could get his cleaned. He walked across the room and leaned against the window sill looking out at the people as they moved about, with there many tasks and chores. He sat there in his towel soaking in the sunlight, “Things are about to change, everything is going to change. @faye-rivers

[faye-riversarchive]

When Faye woke up it was dark. The room was quiet except for the normal sounds from outside. People working and talking quietly. She sat up, rubbing the bridge of her nose to stave off the headache she could feel forming behind her eyes. “Evan?” she called as she pushed to her feet. She grabbed her overshirt and pulled it back on, moving to the main room of the small apartment. It was empty. Frowning, she moved to the window and looked out. A few small cooking fires burned in the yards below. Men moved about, guns slung over their backs as they changed out the watch. Nothing seemed amiss. 

“Shit,” she said to herself, running a hand through her hair. Her first thought was that he’d left her here. Gone and escaped without her. But looking back, his pack was still there. “Where are you?” she said again. Moving for the stairs, she stopped to put on her boots and grab her weapon. Once outside, she looked left and right, asking if anyone had seen the hulking form of her impromptu roommate. No one had. But Faye had a sinking feeling that she knew who had. 

[evan-walker-rp]

As Evan made his way back down the street toward Faye's apartment he could just barley make her out in the dim flickering light of the lanterns and small fires that lined the now dark street. After his shower, finding Faye asleep he walked out front taking a seat on the small steps that lead up to the door. He hadn't been there long when jack a proceed wanting to take him for "the nickel tour". Seeing that things were calm and Faye was sleeping he thought it might be a good way to get a feel for the place. Jack took the time to point out areas that he wanted to improve. Areas that were security risks. Evan was sure that he could take care of all of his construction need, even with minimal help. Shortly after they had started back two men approached Jack needing a word with him and so Evan stepped aside. When Jack came back he shook Evans hand and told him he had a few things to tend to and that he would see him in the morning. Then they parted ways. Evan continued to walk and Faye began to come into focus. Her body outlined by shimmering light of the fires and sort of glow around her hair. "There you are sleepy eyes." He spoke as he was now standing in front of her. "Everything ok?" @faye-rivers

[evan-walker-rp]

The Devils Whore

[evan-walker-rp]

Evan made his way back across the room to his chair as she continued to drink from his bottle. “That is exactly why I haven’t mentioned this to the crew.” He caught her eye before reaching to take the bottle back. “Only my most trusted officers know about her and they know just enough to help gather intelligence about her.” He sat down and took another drink setting the bottle down on the desk and turning the map toward him. “Sure she’s big she’s fast and she’s armed, but look here.” He traced his finger along a line to a small dot. He tapped his finger hard on the map. “This is where I’ll have her. The harbor is shallow and it puts her at a disadvantage we can put guns on her and she won’t be able to retaliate. Plus there is no Spanish support there. She will be alone. Her crew will be tired and have rum and pussy on there mind.” He let out a low growling laugh. “It will be a slaughter not suicide. My men will take her and a share of the hold the ship will be yours as well as a share of the hold.” He looked up at her with a grin and took another drink from the bottle his face warming now. “A prize worthy as repayment?” He asked looking for her approval in his plan.

@faye

[faye-riversarchive]

Faye stared at him for a moment, then snorted with disbelief, looking away and shaking her head as she drank more of his rum. “You’re playin’ a goddamn dangerous game, you are.” The rum burned down her throat, sweet and full of fire, and she begrudgingly gave it back to him, though it was probably for the best. Getting drunk in his cabin wouldn’t be a good idea. 

Leaning forward with no small amount of sighing, Faye watched his hands trace the map, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “You really think that’ll work?” she asked honestly. “Follow her down and alley and then fuck her when she ain’t lookin’?” Faye sat back, crossing her arms. The look on her face would tell him she was thinking about it. But then it changed to skepticism. “Why do you want to give me that ship instead of this one? Maybe I don’t want it. Maybe it’s too pretty. Maybe I don’t want the trouble of whoever’s gon’ come lookin’ for her once word gets out she’s been took. What’s wrong with it besides? What’s she carrying? Gold? Is it gonna be enough for me riskin’ my neck?” She asked all of this rapidfire, slamming her own finger down on his map as she spoke. 

Faye stood, pacing the room and running a hand through her already messy hair. “Say I agree.” She stopped walking and turned to face him. “Say I take this ship and sail off into the sunset? What then? We’re square?” Walking forward, she placed her hands palm down on the desk and leaned towards him. “Better be a lotta damn gold.” 

[evan-walker-rp]

Evan eased back in his chair as she spoke. Faye did have a way with words. "If you want to look at it that way yeah. Guess I will follow her down the ally." He reached up running his hand along his neared as she continued with a line of doubting questions. "I've told you. This is my ship. You can't have her. Truth is I wanted her for my..." He paused. He wasn't sure he needed to let her in on everything he had been planning. "That ship is fast, for her size. She's strong and she has 18 guns as well. She's carrying gold and goods headed south. I'd take her for myself, put one of my men on her as captain. Let her make me some coin, but it seems I owe a debt to ya'. So I'm offerin' her to you." He took another long drink from the bottle and gave her a stern look. "If you're gonna be so god damned picky this is gonna take a while. She really is a fine prize." He looked at her. She was way to pretty to be this rash. What made her her this way? Why was it so hard for her to see that he was trying to make good for her and that this was a very fair deal? He was a pirate, but that didn't mean he was a bad man. "So what do you say? Are we gonna do this?" He leaned back waiting on her to make up her mind and then see if he could live with the stream of demands and conditions that would be coming with it. @faye-rivers

[bookgeekconfessions]

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

Book Geek Quote #722

(or, as I like to call it, better late than never)