#evaxoliver

[xoverzealousx]

Adjusting her larger than necessary bag on her shoulder, Eva approached Oliver’s door, a neutral expression on her face. It was a toss up on what condition she’d find him in, it’s why she always came prepared for the worst, even though he hadn’t called her this time. 

A few sharp raps on the door with her gloved hands, she leaned forward, shouting through the wood, “I’m here to make sure you’re not dead or dying. Open the door or I’ll open it for you.” Her lips slithered into a grin as soon as she finished speaking. She really didn’t want to kick in his door but if for some reason he was dying on the floor, or taking too long to answer, she’d do it. 

@crimsonfaux​

[xoverzealousx]

Eva sat in the same spot she always did when she was monitoring Oliver for whatever was plaguing him. The chair situated near the bed and the nightstand, her body acting as a go between in case he needed anything. Initially, when he had woken up in the med suite, he wasn’t really coherent. So, she let him drift off again throughout the day, only texting Darcy to help move him when she was sure he was fully stable. 

The move back to his room wasn’t exactly swift and painless, she only had one arm and Oliver was essentially dead weight. Nevertheless, they made it and she settled him into bed on his side where he fell asleep again quickly. Eva lingered in his room the entire day, waiting for him to wake up again, dwelling on how painful this conversation was going to be. 

This scene was all too familiar to her, she felt the pangs of everything that went down in Afghanistan flash through her chest again. Thankfully, she didn’t have to think on it too much longer because she noticed Oliver starting to stir. Her body was poised incase he shifted to much, ready to keep him from falling onto his back. Eva kept her voice level, speaking softly, “Ollie? Hey, you want to look at me?”

@crimsonfaux​

[xoverzealousx]

Not even ten minutes after the two entered the hotel room, they were both on the bed and passed out. Still in the clothes they came in, one shoe still hanging off of her foot, literally just collapsed onto the king sized bed. Eva has been more than eager to get away from the chaos for a few days, even if it just meant sleeping in a hotel and checking up on the house, not telling anyone where they were going. 

All she knew was that it was still daylight when they had arrived and as her eyes cracked open for the first time in what felt like days, she was pretty sure she could see the sun rising. Jesus, they really did need sleep. Eva’s slender figure was curled up along side Oliver’s, fitting neatly against him, keeping her warm since they had both fallen asleep before getting under the blankets. He had always run much warmer, making this ideal for her always cold self. Their breathing was in tandem, one of her arms snaked over his chest confirmed that. She shifted slightly, knowing she needed to wake up even though they had nothing else to do. Mumbling out a sleepy, “Oliver,” before stirring again, she almost felt bad for starting to wake him up. 

@crimsonfaux​

[xoverzealousx]

Eva lightly knocked on the door before pushing it open, a habit she’d picked up as of late to keep from startling Oliver anytime she entered. “Hey.” She started, her tone light, moving to his nightstand so set the bowl of soup down. “Isa made a ton of soup, so I brought you some of that.” Settling down in her normal chair, she looked over him with the ghost of a smile on her face. “So,” Leaning forward, the smirk growing, “Is there something you wanted to tell me in person?” 

@crimsonfaux​

[xoverzealousx]

Eva slammed the passenger door of the jag harder than she anticipated, briefly wondering if she would be scolded by its owner for being too rough. It was Teddy, so it wasn’t like she was actually going to be hurt by anything he said, if he did say anything. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, she took a deep breath, face scrunching at the smell of the docks. “I don’t know how anyone chooses to be out here regularly. It smells exceptionally horrible tonight.” It was most likely due to the fires, but that didn’t stop Eva from complaining about it. She followed behind Teddy as they went to go find Oliver, another question popping into her head, “You did tell him you were bringing me, right?” 

@wtcddy​

[xoverzealousx]

“Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?” - @crimsonfaux​

His words echo in her mind, the true question they’d been asking themselves for years and years. Letting out a frustrated grunt, Eva throws her hands up in the air, bringing them back down at her sides quickly. “I don’t know, Oliver. The universe has a blast beating the shit out of us, though.” She’s sitting on the grass atop James’ grave now, head in her hands before she throws it back staring at the night sky, emotion evident in her voice. “James, why. Tell me you’re not behind all this fucking bullshit. I know you’re not so please, just help us out for Christ’s sake.” 

[xoverzealousx]

Eva sat up in her bed, groaning aloud as she pulled her hands down her tired face. Her head still felt like it was spinning, and her stomach was rolling. What the hell was going on? The blinds were pulled shut, leaving the only light in the room to the lamp on her nightstand, the soft yellow barely illuminating the area. It felt like a horrendous hangover, but she hadn’t drank enough to warrant that. You know what else causes these symptoms besides the stomach flu or food poisoning? A quiet, yet aggressive, voice in the back of her mind asked almost tauntingly. Strategically ignoring the fact that she was weeks late at this point, she shoved the thought out of her head. The spinning had stopped long enough for her to stand and move toward the door. She needed water. Her mouth was suddenly dry from nerves. Not paying attention to the noise, she whipped open the door to see Teddy and Oliver lingering right on the other side. Not who I want to see right now. “Uh,” She started, looking between them curiously, “Can I help you two?” 

@wtcddy​

[xoverzealousx]

🎤- one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols w/ @crimsonfaux​

Eva’s slightly slurred words struggle to make their way past her lips as she pushes through the house to find the person she’s looking for. Her stumbled steps stop in front of his door, not even bothering to knock before opening it. “Oliver.” She said firmly, moving into the room, “I’m not taking no fur an answer, we’re goin’ t’sing Christmas songs.” What brought this idea on? She couldn’t really even tell, but all she knew was that she suddenly had the burning urge to sing Carols and the only person she was willing to sing them with was Oliver.