#c;evanrosier

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He felt so tired when he left practice, and all he could think of doing was going home and cuddling. He really just wanted to lie down and relax for the rest of the day. Some of his teammates invited him to go out, but he really wasn’t in the mood for that. So Evan just waved them goodbye before heading home. And almost instantly, a frown covered his face as he walked in and no one came to welcome him. That was... unusual. But definitely worth it as he made his way through the house, and finally found them in the kitchen.

He already knew he loved seeing Gideon spending time with Hannah, but something about them baking - or at least, attempting to - with flour all over was even better. And it wasn’t long until his frown was replaced by a smile. Evan stayed there, leaned against the doorframe, for a moment as he watched, trying to engrave this moment in his memory. And he silently cursed himself for not having his camera; it would’ve been a perfect picture. But sometimes it was best to just live in the moment, so he made his way through the room. “Hey, what are you making here?” 

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Something abruptly shifted in the bed, and for a moment, Evan thought it might have been Hannah who just snuck her way in there. But the movement didn’t stop there, and he knew it couldn’t be Hannah - she’d usually just slide in and stop moving almost instantly. And with a frown pulling on his face, Evan rolled over, carefully at first in case his daughter really was there.

But she wasn’t. And once his eyes got accustomed to the dark, he saw it was his husband stirring around. He knew what was going on; it wasn’t the first time it happened to him, to either of them really. Slowly, he moved closer, his hand reaching to rest on Gideon’s chest. “Hey,” he started softly, not wanting to startle him. “Gid, wake up.” He added, a little more insistent. 

Evan wasn’t sure it was working, really, so he let his arm slide all the way across to Gideon’s side, pulling him closer. And softly, he pressed a kiss on the other’s shoulder. “It’s okay...” He whispered, nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck. “I’m here.” He wasn’t even sure Gideon was awake, or was even hearing him, but it felt good to say it. And Gideon seemed to have calmed down, it was all that really mattered.

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@typoqueenwrites​ requested an Evan drunk starter

Evan knew he shouldn’t be doing that. He had Gideon. But he wasn’t there, when Dorcas was. And clearly, both of them quite wanted it. He’d never seen her in such a state, heck he’d never seen her drinking before, so he stopped her for a brief moment, mumbling a few words that made no sense, before just giving up and letting their lips crash. This was different, although he was too drunk to know if it was a good or a bad thing. He just knew it was a mistake. And it was only when their lips parted, his eyes catching sight of the other man, that Evan realized just how bad of a mistake this was. “Gid!” He said, gently pushing away Doe to follow the other one. “Gideon, wait!”

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continued from here / @tangodancerwrites​

Evan wasn’t sure what was the hardest part between having to tell Gideon he was getting married with someone else, or staying away from him. It was hard on him, truly, but he also knew the choice he made was the right one. And so lately, he’d been seeking something he’d lost, that he couldn’t get with Adira. There was a pattern he hadn’t realized at first. But now that Winnie had pointed it out to him, the moment he met with the other guy, he just couldn’t do it. It wasn’t the same, it never would be. So with a smile, it wasn’t long until he just excused himself and left.

He wasn’t surprised to find his wife already in bed, although not asleep just yet. He briefly shrugged at her question even if he knew she wasn’t looking. “I don’t think it’s ever really worked out.” Because it hadn’t. Sure, at first it felt good, but then he just... felt empty again. Emptier, even, and he didn’t want that anymore. “Dira.” He let out after lying down next to her. “I don’t regret-” He stopped for a moment, the words getting stuck in his throat. It still felt odd to say it, he wasn’t sure he’d get used to it one day. “I don’t regret marrying you. You’re my best friend, I’d do anything for you. But you’re not happy when it’s all I want for you.” A small frown pulled on his face. “Just... I want to know what I can do to change that.”

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Nixie: FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

Evan: wait

Evan: you think i'm cute?

Evan: or are you just drunk?

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Evan’s first thought when he started to wake up was that he certainly drank far too much since h couldn’t remember making it home, or even having dinner. His second thought was that the bed was surprisingly hard and cold. And that’s when he realized he wasn’t in bed, and that he never even made it to dinner. Quickly, he rose until he was sitting up, eyes looking around to try and figure out where he was. But nothing about the place was familiar.

Well, apart from the other body lying not too far. That one, he would always recognize - it looked like home. But there was still some fear bubbling inside of him, so he approached slowly at first. Part of him was terrified he’d find the other boy not breathing anymore, making him apprehend the moment he be beside him. But as he got close enough, he realized it as all in his head, and the other was definitely alive.

Evan made the last few steps quickly, a small sigh escaping his lips as he took a place next to the other. “Gideon.” One of his hands moved to brush some hair off his husband’s face, his hand lingering on his cheek for a moment. He didn’t care that he was probably in danger - most definitely was in danger -, all that really mattered was that he was with him. But after a moment, he moved his hand to the other’s shoulder, shaking it. “Gideon, I think something’s wrong.”

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Evan wasn’t sure what hit the ground first: his wand, or the now lifeless body of his uncle. He felt sick, so sick he didn’t feel any of the physical pain anymore. But this was different than when he ended Juliet’s mother; he didn’t feel as guilty as he did them, but whether he liked it or not, that man was family. And now he was dead. By his hand. One of the last few relatives he had.

Once the original shock passed, after a long moment, Evan broke his gaze from his uncle’s body. He felt lost, taking him a moment to remember where he was, why he was there. And when he did, he instantly tried look around for the other people he knew would still be around. He didn’t even bother picking up his wand before he walked away; it had already served too many times to end lives, and if it was only for him, he’d never use it again.

It didn’t take him very long until he found her, and the first thing he did was to collapse on the ground. Because he wasn’t relieved to see she was fine, but also because the adrenaline was slowly leaving and everything was starting to hurt. He didn’t want to move, even if he knew he’d have to sooner or later. But for now he just stayed there, only moving to turn his head in her direction. “Are you okay?”

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Evan wasn’t sure what possessed him to go to a pub; he didn’t even like drinking, and going there alone? He just looked desperate. But he’d felt... off, since telling Gideon they were just friends. It certainly wasn’t how he felt, but he didn’t want to allow himself to get close to someone again, only to see them die. So maybe he did feel like drinking when he got there, but he’d been sat in the same spot, sipping the same beer for the past two hours, and quite frankly, it was warm and tastes bad at this point.

He should go home. He should’ve gone home long ago. But the familiar shape of the very person he was trying to forget walking in stopped him from doing so. But what made it worse was when the other started flirting with other people. He wasn’t jealous. Or at least, he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t, but he couldn’t help staring. And every second of it made him feel worse.

He was almost glad when someone sat next to him, forcing him to break his gaze from the scene. Except, when he saw it was Emrys, he knew the situation wasn’t about to get better. He really wasn’t in the mood for that, but he knew Emrys wasn’t going to stop himself from poking at him. So he brought the glass to his lips, pulling a face at the terrible taste of the warm beer.