LOG; really haven't lived life yet; ELIAS + EVELYN
who; Elias and Evelyn
what; Evelyn dropping in out of concern
when; BACKDATED. >>; August 31st, probably during the afternoon
The coffin alone had cost Elias a heavy bundle of money he had been keeping to the side. He never knew what he was going to do with it but he never had any intentions of buying his mother's final resting place.
What a fucking pain everything was turning out to be. He thought by now his illness would have passed by instead it was growing worse. There was not one bit of energy Elias had to go out or even pick up the phone now. After that conversation with Evelyn on that eccentric community, Elias decided until he felt better he would avoid doing pointless things when he should have been resting.
But apathy struck and Elias was just lazing about in his own apartment. Dishes and dust had piled up, one of the lamps needed to fixed with a new light bulb but he preferred to sleep in and try to ignore the sick feeling in his body.
To top all the bullshit off, that mysterious "S" had appeared on his blinded eye. Elias had read some of the past entries with people mentioning it and after taking note of the reactions some people had, he knew it was better not to mention it to anyone. If nobody knew, he'd be left alone. Hopefully.
Left alone? Not a chance.
Funeral after funeral after funeral. It was all Evelyn could think as she rocked back and forth on her feet in front of Elias' place with two safely sealed containers - one with chicken soup and one with gooey triple chocolate brownies. She had been standing there for about five minutes, finally giving her visit a decent thought.
It was only sensible to visit a friend when someone close to the passed away, she decided at last. And if it wasn't to check on Elias, it was for the lack of results the investigation turned up. It did not sit well with her and she had stalked around outside and then through the halls of the building, perhaps seeming as suspicious as whatever sickness was lurking around.
Lifting her free hand, she knocked on his door. If the building had not contained sick people, there would have been a cheery call out to him.
Elias sat up (his body felt so heavy, ugh) and he made his way to the door, his feet dragging along the carpet-less floor. He stumbled just slightly a foot away from the knob but was fine and unlocked the chains and every other damn bolt his mother had made him once fix onto it in case of a break in. (What was there to steal? This apartment looked like shit from the outside and inside.)
Though tired and feeling sicker standing up, he grinned at Evelyn as he opened the door. He saw the containers and his head sank in appreciation.
"You're a life saver," he said, sounding more out of breath than he wanted to.
Her pleasant expression was erased at the sight of his condition and she regretted she hadn't just coaxed the locks to open for her instead. Though that might have been something to explain.
Without another thought more, she reached out to take his arm and push him back gently. She kept a hold on him just in case. "Yes, I am. Get to bed now and don't move."
"I'm not dying or anything," he said but backed up, careful not to step on some belongings on the floor. "This place is a dump right now. Sorry you have to step into my cave of trash." He yawned and rubbed his eyelids but still felt drowsy, flopping onto the couch again.
Evelyn locked up the door once inside. With the containers under one arm, her hands went to her hips as she gave him a critical look before his surroundings. She wasn't going to argue with him about the state of the place at all. "Maybe you're not dying but you haven't been well." She made her way toward the kitchen. "I will be right back."
Something was bothering her. It had been from the moment Elias opened the door but she brushed it aside. She had him to feed first.
"I'll pass by a doctor's soon... or something." He mumbled the last part, rubbing his hair, which hadn't been brushed in two days.
Elias picked at the strap of his eye patch apprehensively but then let go, the image of "S" burned into his mind's eye. It didn't matter if Evelyn was a nice girl, he didn't want to tell her either way.
Instead of searching for clean dishes and utensils, she started to order his kitchen around silently, getting the dishes in the water with some soap, have the broom swish itself around and so forth. It would only be a matter of time when she would come back to him with hot soup and a plate of warmed brownies. A glass of water would accompany the meal.
As she approached him, there was that ill feeling again. Once more, she shoved it down, refusing to acknowledge it. She couldn't.
"Soup first, drink all the water because you're going to down at least three full glasses while I'm around and brownies last," she ordered in a firm tone while eyeing his hair. She had such a fondness for red hair and seeing it not brushed made her almost sigh. There was the temptation to see if she could get him into a tub but Evie decided that finding a brush later would be wiser option. "I rather have you in bed than the sofa but I'll just see you stuffed here."
"You don't have to do this, y'know?"
Elias leaned back on the sofa, eyeing the soup but not feeling hungry suddenly. In fact, he felt weirdly bloated at the moment.
He wondered what the sickness was. People had died in here and yet the ones who investigated found nothing? Elias was calling bullshit unless they had uncovered something they didn't want to make an announcement about. A leak? Do leaks make people feel sick and die? Maybe it was a gas leak... but then again, the apartment hadn't blown up...
"Let's skip to the brownies." He joked.
"People don't have to do anything but they do for one reason to another. Mine happens to be because I want to." Need to, even. Instead of getting to cleaning up more of the apartment like she wanted, she dropped down nearby, hands in her lap. The apartment wasn't going anywhere. "You'll get used to me being a pest, I promise. It comes with the friendship. It gets worse when I use you as a body to do shots off of."
She had no intentions to explain that. At all.
"I wonder if you still have that cane here somewhere," she mused out loud in reply to his choice to skip to dessert and unaware of his lack of appetite. The threat was clear even if playfully stated.
He grinned for a second, chuckling before stopping at her last sentence and staring at her in silence.
"...what? No, wait... never mind." He waved a hand to emphasize how he really didn't want to know what she meant.
The cane was around... probably in the bedroom but he kept quiet about it and picked up the spoon but after a minute of holding it, Elias dropped it, frowning.
"You know, I'm not really hungry. I feel like shit... plain and simple." He muttered.
Elias wasn't saying this to upset Evelyn but he was certainly feeling crappier than usual.
It triggered concern rather than displeasure when he dropped the spoon. She reached out to touch his forehead, brushing aside some hair and her fingers avoided the eyepatch entirely. "I know you're not but...alright. Drink the water and have the brownies if you can stand those. But you have to drink plenty of fluids and keep your strength when you're sick," she murmured. Evelyn smiled and added gently, "Maybe triple chocolate brownies are your sick food instead of healthy soup. If not...just the water, Elias. Please."
This sickness, his mother's recent death - of course he would feel horrible. He didn't have to mince words. But inside her boots, her toes were curled tightly in fear. The closer she was to him, the more obvious things were. Be fine. Be fine and when you're ok, I'll see to it you get out of London. And this meeting never happened.
"Don't worry too much," he gave her a thumbs up with a grin. "I survived losing an eye, I can take this." I think... ha.
Elias wouldn't have minded being able to get out of London once in a while but for now, a wave of drowsiness washed over him and he sank lazily into the sofa.
"You don't know how much I worry," she mumbled mostly to herself while getting up. Everything was set aside in case he felt better later, the water and brownies kept by closest since both were probably easiest to manage if he had an appetite later.
The apartment needed a desperate cleaning. It was something to do and far better than walking home only to grab Drake's arm for comfort (if he even was home) or seek small bits of comfort from her mother. It only resulted in her feeling she wasn't up to some level that she should have been. She needed to keep busy, needed to do anything to avoid thinking too much even if it meant hanging around the source of her worries.
Evelyn leaned over him to press a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up again and then I'll go. But sleep and don't you worry about a thing anymore."
He overheard her anyway but said nothing, most unable to comprehend why Evelyn seemed to care so much. He was one sick person, there were hobos dying in the street after all. But for once, Elias felt relaxed; even if he didn't feel peachy it was nice just to chill with someone once in a while.
Elias wondered for a quick second if he should have given Hans a ring, too.
He lightly brushed his knuckle on her shoulder in a playful gesture. "Know what? As soon as I get better I'll take you out for lunch and I'll pay this time." It wouldn't be the most expensive lunch but who didn't like eating out? "And we'll drag Hans and poke him with a cane."
For a few seconds, her lips forming a little 'o' in surprise. Then she laughed most cheerfully, reaching out to take his hand into her own and gave it a little squeeze. "Just poke him? He's going to think it's his birthday if we're that gentle with him. But we'll do just that. I'm holding that over you, Mr. Rivera."
She was going to accept this all as a good sign. She simply had to.
what; Evelyn dropping in out of concern
when; BACKDATED. >>; August 31st, probably during the afternoon
The coffin alone had cost Elias a heavy bundle of money he had been keeping to the side. He never knew what he was going to do with it but he never had any intentions of buying his mother's final resting place.
What a fucking pain everything was turning out to be. He thought by now his illness would have passed by instead it was growing worse. There was not one bit of energy Elias had to go out or even pick up the phone now. After that conversation with Evelyn on that eccentric community, Elias decided until he felt better he would avoid doing pointless things when he should have been resting.
But apathy struck and Elias was just lazing about in his own apartment. Dishes and dust had piled up, one of the lamps needed to fixed with a new light bulb but he preferred to sleep in and try to ignore the sick feeling in his body.
To top all the bullshit off, that mysterious "S" had appeared on his blinded eye. Elias had read some of the past entries with people mentioning it and after taking note of the reactions some people had, he knew it was better not to mention it to anyone. If nobody knew, he'd be left alone. Hopefully.
Left alone? Not a chance.
Funeral after funeral after funeral. It was all Evelyn could think as she rocked back and forth on her feet in front of Elias' place with two safely sealed containers - one with chicken soup and one with gooey triple chocolate brownies. She had been standing there for about five minutes, finally giving her visit a decent thought.
It was only sensible to visit a friend when someone close to the passed away, she decided at last. And if it wasn't to check on Elias, it was for the lack of results the investigation turned up. It did not sit well with her and she had stalked around outside and then through the halls of the building, perhaps seeming as suspicious as whatever sickness was lurking around.
Lifting her free hand, she knocked on his door. If the building had not contained sick people, there would have been a cheery call out to him.
Elias sat up (his body felt so heavy, ugh) and he made his way to the door, his feet dragging along the carpet-less floor. He stumbled just slightly a foot away from the knob but was fine and unlocked the chains and every other damn bolt his mother had made him once fix onto it in case of a break in. (What was there to steal? This apartment looked like shit from the outside and inside.)
Though tired and feeling sicker standing up, he grinned at Evelyn as he opened the door. He saw the containers and his head sank in appreciation.
"You're a life saver," he said, sounding more out of breath than he wanted to.
Her pleasant expression was erased at the sight of his condition and she regretted she hadn't just coaxed the locks to open for her instead. Though that might have been something to explain.
Without another thought more, she reached out to take his arm and push him back gently. She kept a hold on him just in case. "Yes, I am. Get to bed now and don't move."
"I'm not dying or anything," he said but backed up, careful not to step on some belongings on the floor. "This place is a dump right now. Sorry you have to step into my cave of trash." He yawned and rubbed his eyelids but still felt drowsy, flopping onto the couch again.
Evelyn locked up the door once inside. With the containers under one arm, her hands went to her hips as she gave him a critical look before his surroundings. She wasn't going to argue with him about the state of the place at all. "Maybe you're not dying but you haven't been well." She made her way toward the kitchen. "I will be right back."
Something was bothering her. It had been from the moment Elias opened the door but she brushed it aside. She had him to feed first.
"I'll pass by a doctor's soon... or something." He mumbled the last part, rubbing his hair, which hadn't been brushed in two days.
Elias picked at the strap of his eye patch apprehensively but then let go, the image of "S" burned into his mind's eye. It didn't matter if Evelyn was a nice girl, he didn't want to tell her either way.
Instead of searching for clean dishes and utensils, she started to order his kitchen around silently, getting the dishes in the water with some soap, have the broom swish itself around and so forth. It would only be a matter of time when she would come back to him with hot soup and a plate of warmed brownies. A glass of water would accompany the meal.
As she approached him, there was that ill feeling again. Once more, she shoved it down, refusing to acknowledge it. She couldn't.
"Soup first, drink all the water because you're going to down at least three full glasses while I'm around and brownies last," she ordered in a firm tone while eyeing his hair. She had such a fondness for red hair and seeing it not brushed made her almost sigh. There was the temptation to see if she could get him into a tub but Evie decided that finding a brush later would be wiser option. "I rather have you in bed than the sofa but I'll just see you stuffed here."
"You don't have to do this, y'know?"
Elias leaned back on the sofa, eyeing the soup but not feeling hungry suddenly. In fact, he felt weirdly bloated at the moment.
He wondered what the sickness was. People had died in here and yet the ones who investigated found nothing? Elias was calling bullshit unless they had uncovered something they didn't want to make an announcement about. A leak? Do leaks make people feel sick and die? Maybe it was a gas leak... but then again, the apartment hadn't blown up...
"Let's skip to the brownies." He joked.
"People don't have to do anything but they do for one reason to another. Mine happens to be because I want to." Need to, even. Instead of getting to cleaning up more of the apartment like she wanted, she dropped down nearby, hands in her lap. The apartment wasn't going anywhere. "You'll get used to me being a pest, I promise. It comes with the friendship. It gets worse when I use you as a body to do shots off of."
She had no intentions to explain that. At all.
"I wonder if you still have that cane here somewhere," she mused out loud in reply to his choice to skip to dessert and unaware of his lack of appetite. The threat was clear even if playfully stated.
He grinned for a second, chuckling before stopping at her last sentence and staring at her in silence.
"...what? No, wait... never mind." He waved a hand to emphasize how he really didn't want to know what she meant.
The cane was around... probably in the bedroom but he kept quiet about it and picked up the spoon but after a minute of holding it, Elias dropped it, frowning.
"You know, I'm not really hungry. I feel like shit... plain and simple." He muttered.
Elias wasn't saying this to upset Evelyn but he was certainly feeling crappier than usual.
It triggered concern rather than displeasure when he dropped the spoon. She reached out to touch his forehead, brushing aside some hair and her fingers avoided the eyepatch entirely. "I know you're not but...alright. Drink the water and have the brownies if you can stand those. But you have to drink plenty of fluids and keep your strength when you're sick," she murmured. Evelyn smiled and added gently, "Maybe triple chocolate brownies are your sick food instead of healthy soup. If not...just the water, Elias. Please."
This sickness, his mother's recent death - of course he would feel horrible. He didn't have to mince words. But inside her boots, her toes were curled tightly in fear. The closer she was to him, the more obvious things were. Be fine. Be fine and when you're ok, I'll see to it you get out of London. And this meeting never happened.
"Don't worry too much," he gave her a thumbs up with a grin. "I survived losing an eye, I can take this." I think... ha.
Elias wouldn't have minded being able to get out of London once in a while but for now, a wave of drowsiness washed over him and he sank lazily into the sofa.
"You don't know how much I worry," she mumbled mostly to herself while getting up. Everything was set aside in case he felt better later, the water and brownies kept by closest since both were probably easiest to manage if he had an appetite later.
The apartment needed a desperate cleaning. It was something to do and far better than walking home only to grab Drake's arm for comfort (if he even was home) or seek small bits of comfort from her mother. It only resulted in her feeling she wasn't up to some level that she should have been. She needed to keep busy, needed to do anything to avoid thinking too much even if it meant hanging around the source of her worries.
Evelyn leaned over him to press a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up again and then I'll go. But sleep and don't you worry about a thing anymore."
He overheard her anyway but said nothing, most unable to comprehend why Evelyn seemed to care so much. He was one sick person, there were hobos dying in the street after all. But for once, Elias felt relaxed; even if he didn't feel peachy it was nice just to chill with someone once in a while.
Elias wondered for a quick second if he should have given Hans a ring, too.
He lightly brushed his knuckle on her shoulder in a playful gesture. "Know what? As soon as I get better I'll take you out for lunch and I'll pay this time." It wouldn't be the most expensive lunch but who didn't like eating out? "And we'll drag Hans and poke him with a cane."
For a few seconds, her lips forming a little 'o' in surprise. Then she laughed most cheerfully, reaching out to take his hand into her own and gave it a little squeeze. "Just poke him? He's going to think it's his birthday if we're that gentle with him. But we'll do just that. I'm holding that over you, Mr. Rivera."
She was going to accept this all as a good sign. She simply had to.