#evan. prose.

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closed starter for @sickrots !

he's always felt kind of stupid. he's always been out of his depth when it comes to relationships. but august has this way about him that always shocks him. he probably shouldn't be staring out the window just waiting for him to show up. but when he does, evan comes bounding down the stairs to meet him at the door. "hey."

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closed starter for @dcgtown !!

"yeah, so like – i fucked up and broke the binding on my board before that last run. fuck me, right??"

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closed starter for @cowboy-tumbleweed !

"teddy fuckin' BAILED again," he laughs, "something about editing for work." and evan KNOWS he should concern himself with the details, but he doesn't. "so fuckin' toss your shit in the trunk, i'm ALREADY bored."

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continued for @hurtslikeyoudo from here !

evan doesn't know much. he never really has. he blames the prophet. which like – he should. mormonism is weird. he's like – not some weird virgin or something. but he's never had the vocabulary to talk about anything. he's never had the option. he doesn't know if anyone who's not utah really gets what it's like. to be repressed like that is to never know yourself. to never be anything but a part of something awful. he's always relied on snowboarding, something he's allowed to do without fear or frustration. there's no CONSEQUENCE. perhaps that's why he leaned in. august asks him to talk about it, and evan feels bad for the way he laughs. "aug–" a beat, "you're gonna LAUGH at me." he wished when he reached his pockets, he had something attractive to say. he doesn't. he's always kind of off kilter about things like this, he's always struggled to be any more than he is. and what he is – well that's just kind of an awkward snowboarder. "i dunno," he shrugs, cheeks keep running hot and he doesn't know what to do. so he tangles his fingers in the hair at the nape of augusts's neck, and hopes he's not screwing this up. "you can ask me whatever you want," a grin and a shrug, " but most of the answers are incredibly unsatisfying." god, august is going to drive him nuts. so instead of talking, he leans forward and catches augusts's lips once more. god – was it always supposed to feel like this ?? he's spent his entire life FUCKED because he didn't even know this was an option.

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closed starter for @deathcalleds !

“shit,” the thought rumbles around in his head. for someone teddy kept saying wasn't serious, he sure seemed like he might be. "i can help you find something but – if you spend over a certain amount he will skin you."

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continued for @sickrots from here !

evan feels kind of like a working dog without a job a lot of the time. too much energy, too little routine, too in need of something to expend it all. and GOD he likes having fun. it's like – SUPER easy for him to inspire laughter and joy amongst his friends. that includes august. he didn't remember how they met – call that a consequence of his propensity to hit his fucking head, but HEY ?? who cares ?? they're here NOW, and evan's got another one of those shit eating grins on his face, like he knows this is insane but he's having too much fun to CARE. he always has too much fun to care. there's like – this pressure that exists under his skin and needs to be expelled with reckless abandon. he definitely DOESN'T interrogate the way he always ends up here when he falls too hard, or even not that hard like today, just because he likes the gentle car with which august always seems to patch him up. teddy's just like – kind of not that good at it. that's all this is, right ?? no need to worry about the tenderness in his grasp or the way his attention feels like so much FUN !! don't be stupid. this isn't the first time, it won't be the last. it's easy to laugh, because he's RIGHT of course. there's like – this inherent risk that comes with the kind of activities he partakes in. he's throwing himself down a mountain, and spinning over his shoulder at a speed that people definitely aren't supposed to move at, and sometimes, when he's an idiot, he overshoots and gets a mouth full of snow. or in today's case, can't stick the landing and crashes straight into metal. the gentle nature of his hands on his face feels like a reminder of the reasons he should protect his face. the reasons he shouldn't break himself. and august leans close, checking over his work, and his breath feels hot against evan's face. doesn't mean anything, right ?? he might think he's being anything other than casual, but evan's hit his head enough times that even if he DIDN'T spend his whole life avoiding the way his chest gnawed sometimes, with a level of attention focused on his friends that he couldn't name the differences in, he still probably wouldn't notice. oblivion in the face of anything but fresh powder and showing up for people. "i don't think it counts as playing doctor instead of seeking medical attention if you're actually qualified." he laughs, bright smile on his face. "but i really did only hit my face once. and i'm kind of thinking i'll get the shoulder checked on next week at the doctor. it was NOT that bad. promise."

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closed starter for @luckydime !

he taps his shoulder, and a wide grin climbs across his face. "twice,' he laughs, "broke it twice. still didn't stop me." a laugh falls from his lips, and then he looks away. "it's kind of hard to justify not snowboarding with an arm injury when you're theoretically not supposed to be using your arms."