2G1K - Chapter 10.2
To Evans, Without Love
Not canon and im only postin this so we can boo this one. you can very clearly tell who's my fav character. this is because despite evans being a kind of self insert i do not know him well. maybe i dont know myself either. hm.
Again no G/T don't bother... so ashamed abt it im making it a tumbr exclusive w/this one
Masterpost
The corridor Evans walked along seemed to last forever.
The walls were covered in yellowed flowery wallpaper, some of its edges tearing off. Occasionally, he would come across one or two picture frames. Some with the glass broken or fractured, some merely dusty and untouched for years.
None of them contained photos. But Evans didn’t care either. It wasn’t his place to judge how people decorated their buildings. Perhaps whoever owned this building just had something for empty frames.
The floor was lined with wooden planks. Evans could notice signs of glue— there might have been carpet flooring before someone removed it, albeit hastily. He loved the sturdy tapping noise it made when he walked on them. Wooden flooring was his favourite type of flooring, even if he didn’t really think about his flooring preferences that much.
No one put that much thought into flooring unless they were renovating a home, anyway.
He walked and walked, somehow never feeling any sort of fatigue, nor doubt, just wondering when he would reach the end. He didn’t question it when a door suddenly appeared before him when he walked two steps more.
Evans just opened it without a second thought.
The door opened to reveal a garden, where the sun was inviting, the birds were singing, and plants were blooming with vibrant coloured flowers. A girl with shoulder-length dark hair sat at a bench overlooking a pond. It reminded him faintly of that one park he visited in a very distant past he no longer remembered, for some reason.
The girl took notice of Evans, and beckoned him to sit beside her.
He obliged, curious of her identity.
She spoke first. “Hi.”
“Hello,” Evans replied politely, “May I ask if we had met before?”
“Definitely not, it’s my first time meeting you too,” she quickly replied, while handing him a sandwich. “Would you like a sandwich?”
“No, but thank you.”
“You can feed the ducks with it.”
“Alright then, thanks.” Evans took the sandwich, picking a few pieces to toss towards the ducks. They both watched as the ducks happily quacked and chased wherever the breadcrumbs landed.
There was silence between the two for a brief moment, while the ducks happily filled in the awkward silence with their excited quacking.
He looked at the mysterious girl, her gaze fixated on the ducks, not paying him much attention.
“May I know your name?” Evans suddenly blurted out.
The girl turned to look at him. She had a smile that reached her eyes, eyes that were just as dark as her hair. Is she Asian? Probably…? He was always so bad at guessing this type of thing.
Nothing prepared him for her answer, though.
“You may not.”
How the fuck does he respond to this? No one has ever answered this question this way, what the hell? Now it’s just awkward again because she replied with a silly answer that can’t even contribute to the conversation! Maybe the language barrier was better than this— at least there can’t be awkward conversations if there were no conversations in the first place.
Better to end it quickly in this case. “Um, alright then.” He wiped his hands on his pants to remove some sweat off it. Jesus Christ, this sucked.
“You can still ask me anything else, though,” she suddenly continued, a bit sheepishly, “like maybe questions you have thought about since your…current situation.”
“What current situation?”
“The crash, how you survived, all that stuff, I guess,” she clutched her pants tightly, and Evans noticed the areas she wiped her hands on were wet. Did she have hyperhidrosis too? He wondered briefly, but decided it was not what he thought appropriate to ask yet. “You don’t seem to enjoy it, which is understandable, but also a pity because I’d quite like to experience it once.”
“How did you know about that?” he demanded. Nobody should know about it…otherwise I would’ve been rescued by now. But excluding that, holy shit she is unhinged as fuck. Did she really just tell him “yeah, I want to experience a traumatic accident and be stranded in the middle of whatever for the rest of my foreseeable future”?
That may be a little insensitive, though he isn’t the type of person to give lectures about it, so he kept his mouth shut.
“I just know.”
Very helpful, slay queen or whatever. “I guess I tend to wonder how I survived. I mean, plane crashes tend to have very little chance of survival. I still wonder how I lived with just minor scratches here and there.”
“I love how all your questions are basically impossible for me to answer. But I don’t know. You just survived. We can pin the blame on magic if you’re really desperate for an answer.” You yourself said I could ask any other question! He thought. But if questions like this get pointless answers, he might as well ask another question that has higher chances of getting a concrete answer instead. She’s kinda crazy anyway.
She suddenly gave a light chuckle. Whatever, I guess.
“What’s the guy’s name?” Evans asked. “Like, y’know, the other little person stuck with me who also seems to kinda hate me too?”
“Callen.”
Her gaze focused on the ducks again. Callen. Evans finally knew something about the guy that isn’t just the hatred towards him. Would he eventually fix his horrendous relationship with Callen? He hoped for an answer, but didn’t ask her, for fear she said no and his fate would be set in stone the moment it was decreed.
“Have you spoken to Callen then?”
“Mhm. Just before talking to you, in fact.”
“So he’s here?” Evans asked excitedly. “You spoke to him, so you can translate for us, right? I’d like to be able to speak with him normally for once.”
“Ah,” the girl kind of mumbled, “not really.”
“Where is he, then?”
“With you.”
He looked around himself slowly, afraid he might just have killed someone on his person. “...No?”
“You know, you should probably drop the formalities and ask some better questions. Even though I already know what you plan to ask.”
“You do?” Then why don’t you just tell me what I want to know already instead of wasting my bloody time? Though this place was nice, and to his scale. Being normal probably was the closest reminder of home Evans could get now.
“Here’s an answer and a clue: Your family is fine. Mmm, maybe a little worried, I guess,” she said, “To return to Earth, there are infinite ways and zero ways at all.” Of course the clue was fucking useless. Oh well, there was one direct answer at least. “Thanks for giving no clues at all.”
She stood up and snapped her fingers. “You should probably go back now.”
“Wait wh—”
Evans woke up with a start.
