Strange roommates | Evan X Sierra
sieranderson:
evandeldicque:
“I’m just eating pizza!” Evan protested as he pointed his slice towards her. They were bickering like an old married couple. But he didn’t see the wrong in eating his pizza and reading the newspaper. “Oh, that you, youngster.” He mumbled as he rolled his eyes. If she only knew he was actually even older. But he didn’t want to scare her more. It didn’t even scare her he had been covered in blood. Running his fingers through his hair, he tried to wrap his mind around Sierra Anderson. Why was she so different? Why did she give him a sense of calm?
“I’ll see what I can do.” He grinned as he picked a piece of salami from his pizza and popped it in his mouth. She was something else, she observed, didn’t jump immediately into action like they usually did these days. She thought about it, knew people’s weaknesses from the get go. It was a rare gift. “Well, I never said I ain’t full of shit.” Evan countered as he took a sip of beer and started to roll a blunt. “Just that I think Timothy is an asshole and I do nor ever would work for him.” He shrugged his shoulders before lightening his blunt and inhaled deeply. Sad it had no effect on him anymore unless he smoked enough. “Competition? I don’t know. I think it started a few years ago when he let a gang come after me and I killed about twenty of his men and send him a pinky of one of them with a nice card. I wonder if he still has it.” He titled his head thoughtfully.
“I wasn’t asking you for a favor.” She murmured, as he mentioned he’d see what he could do. She could murder someone herself, in all honesty – she didn’t need Evan to murder her ex. But she had figured out that even if Timothy would happen to die, she still wouldn’t have her ‘peace’ back. He’d make it his dying wish to whatever brainless pathetic assholes that followed him around to make sure they will continue doing what Timothy had always done. And they would obey, obviously. Because they were dumb and brainless. “At least it ain’t Timothy’s shit you’re full with.” She stated – pretending to believe he wasn’t. Quite something had to happen for Sierra to believe someone. Better prove it, or she’ll never believe a single thing. Bad habit? Not at all. A grin crossed her face, inhaling from her cigarette as Evan mentioned the pinky he had sent Timothy years ago. How she remembered that evening – and the pain it had caused her. “He did not like the pinky one bit. You didn’t just get the pinky of any dude, Evan. You got his cousin. Now I remember why he loathes you.” She softly said, breathing out the smoke she had inhaled. Yes, Timothy had kept the pinky. Pathetic reminder of the rage he felt towards Evan. She observed Evan for a while, meanwhile tapping the table with her index-finger. “They say you can’t be killed.” She said, pulling a face. Obviously, she didn’t believe in people who were unable to die.
“I could say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.” Evan couldn’t give a damn whether it had been the dudes mother or side bitch. They tried to murder him and they got what they deserved in return. He propped up his feet on the table, inhaling from his cigarette whilst frowning. He threw his head back, staring up at the ceiling. Of course he noticed her stare, but decided to ignore. There were many questions on his mind. Many revolved around the fact how she was still alive. Just smoking a cigarette and having eaten the fucking last slice of pizza. Maybe he was just desperate from some company.
A huff of laughter left his lips on Sierra her words. Pitch black eyes dropping to meet her gaze. “I think it’s quite the compliment.” Evan titled his head whilst taking a drag of his cigarette. He had practised the answer for two decades now, it always was the same. “Everyone can die, I just choose not to.” He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back in his seat again. His long fingers pushed through his hair as he stood up from his seat. “Help yourself. I’m heading to sleep. I most certainly hope you didn’t fuck anyone in there.”