#p;evan

[eleanorkingston]

Somebody Out There

Eleanor hadn’t been on a real date since before her residency. Before that she was engaged. This was all new to her and she was afraid she’d mess it up. Walking through the doors of Cuppa Joe, the smell of coffee absolutely consumed her. Her hazel eyes scanned the area as she saw a familiar face; glad he was there before her.

“Hi!” She said, walking up to the other man. “Are you Evan? Or just my subconscious hoping you are.”

@evanrichmond

[gryffirene-blog]

❈ @slythevan​ — ❛ promis juré ❜

her gryffindor courage was failing her. 

twice has irene paced the corridor outside her brother’s room--garnering the concern of their house elves who she merely patted on the head and sent their way. it’s in the end of her third round does she finally stop and breathe deep, fingers curled in a too tight fist as she raises her hand to knock on his bedroom door.

“evan? it’s irene,” she calls out, voice steadier than expected. “do you have a moment?”

[themaximoffway-archive]

Staying Up || Evan & Pietro

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“Pietro... Pietro? Pietro, where are you? Pietro. Pietro! Pietroooo... Help me... please... Pi. Pietro...? Pietro. P I E T R O!” “Stop!” he gasped, his hand slamming down on the counter with brute force. It was her, her voice, her pleas, her face in his mind, haunting him, calling out to him, begging him to help her. God, how he wanted to help her! His hand clenched slowly into a fist as her voice began again, the vicious cycle that went round and round in his ears, quiet at first into gradual screaming. She was calling to him from just downstairs, in the infirmary where she lay hooked up to tubes and wires, asleep... Forever asleep, like Snow White, waiting to be woken with true love’s kiss. But there was nothing he could do to wake her, nothing anyone could do just yet. She was trapped in her own mind, memories, and dreams, occasionally pulling her brother along for the ride. The Professor was trying everything he could, he had kicked Pietro out around 3 o’clock that morning because the twin’s prescence was distracting to the patient. So there he sat, heavy black bags under his eyes, listening to her cry out for him, completely and utterly useless. He raked a shaky hand through his white hair, his body overwhelmed from exhaustion. To top it all off, his lack of sleep and lack of the ability to eat left his powers diminishing to nearly nothing, only short bursts of speed that left him winded and groggy afterwards. Drowning in her voice as she began the cycle again, another noise caught his attention - another cry of pain and agony. Pietro leaped to his feet, listening carefully. He couldn’t hear anything over his sister though. “Wanda... Wanda I’m trying,” he gasped out in their native tongue, tears prickling the back of his eyes. “I’m trying to save you but there’s nothing I can do right now, and right now someone needs help, someone I can help...” he whispered desperately. Her cries fell silent almost immediately and though he was grateful, his heart ached at the sudden quiet. He heard it again and his eyes widened in horror - Evan. Using all of his strength, he bolted out of the kitchen and up the stairs, around the corner to Evan’s room and threw open the door. “Evan?” he called out, eyes darting around in the dark into he saw the boy thrashing around in bed. He panted as he zoomed over to the bed, examining him carefully to see if anything was physically wrong. “Evan? Evan... Evan, what is wrong?” he knelt down beside his bed and brushed the hair away from his face, his own face contorted into a look of horror. 

[lunabarringer]

Sharing is Caring |Lu & Evan

It had been a while since Luna had met up with Evan. What with her new relationship, she hadn't really had time to visit and do their usual thing. "Usual thing" being drugs. It hadn't taken her long after she moved to Portland to get into the darker side of the city. She'd found a couple of guys that sold the stuff she was into and had immediately hit it off with them, Evan more-so than Joey, but hey, what's a girl gonna do. Ever since she started buying her drugs from the two of them, she'd visit Evan at least once a week to get fucked up. She'd missed it. But that might just be the druggie in her talking.

Lu rarely needed to use her car anymore, but with Evan living just outside of the city, she found herself behind the wheel, headed towards the trailer park. Before she left her apartment, Luna shot Evan a text so he'd be prepared. She'd also made sure to empty out the compartment in her medicine cabinet so she didn't show up empty-handed. That'd just be rude of her. 

When she finally arrived, Lu parked the car a bit hastily and grabbed her things. Stopping on the top step of the trailer, she knocked three times and stood, fidgeting. She'd popped a few pills beforehand, a little pre-gaming one could call it, and let Carden know not to wait around for her. She probably wouldn't be home until tomorrow evening. That's usually how this shit went down. When the creak of the door pulled her from her own thoughts, she smiled brightly giving a little wave followed with a, "What's up?"