Bored of Your Love

[Evelyn Hunter]

these things take time, love
these things take back bone

Evelyn was an early riser.

She had gotten out of bed quickly, almost ashamed of her actions. Orion still slept like a baby, curled beneath some kind of fleecy blanket. Evie crept across the room and cracked one of the small windows inside the trailer, shuffling one of his cigarettes out of the packaging. No questions asked, she lit up and took a deep drag, sinking back into the cushions across the room and letting the smoke drift out the window.

There was no reason to put her clothes on; he'd already seen everything there was to see. Now that everything was over, the thrill of the initial game was fading. Evelyn took another drag, blowing smoke rings out through the open window. Vaguely, she recalled him saying something about no smoking in his place the day before.

Fuck that. When she made mistakes, she smoked. That was all the logic she needed.

Evelyn sighed and closed her eyes, letting a thin veil of nicotine-laced smoke cloud her vision. He slept peacefully, pale blonde hair tousled around his face haphazardly. His artfully arranged locks had taken a severe rearrangement from her hands the night before, and there was some red marks at his neck and shoulders that she assumed to be bite wounds.

Not to mention his back, which was sure to be lined with thin red scrapes from her nails. Evelyn inspected her manicure carefully, admiring the fire engine red polish before going back to her cigarette. Another drag, another apology. Ah, hopefully he would understand; he seemed like the hit-and-run type.

She just needed something (or someone) to get this off of her mind...

reserved for orion

[Orion Keller]

Orion woke slowly, shuffling about before his cloudy eyes opened. That ceiling really needed a new lick of paint. He sighed, waiting for the haze of sleep to leave him before he sat up. He ran a hand though his already mussed hair, making a vain effort to keep it out of his eyes. With a groan he rubbed his face, feeling a scratchy re-growth of stubble. He felt particularly drained this morning, as if he hadn’t got much sleep.

The blond swung his legs out of bed, eyes slowly focussing on the redhead at the opposite side of the trailer. A half-smile curled one corner of his mouth. Oh yeah, he hadn’t got much sleep at all. Grabbing the fleecy comforter, he held it round his waist and shuffled to the kitchenette. He was apparently a little more modest than Evelyn when it came to morning’s after.

He fumbled around the sink, finding a clean glass from somewhere and filling it with water. The water was horribly warm, but at least it cleared the dryness from his mouth. He sloshed the rest down the drain, watching the cigarette butt from last night catch in the plug grate. He left it there for now, making a mental note to fish it out later.

Feeling a little less groggy, he looked to Evelyn, smoking out of the window. His amiable mood began to fall. This was why he didn’t invite girls to his trailer; it was a bitch trying to get rid of them. Padding over, he plucked the half-finished cigarette from her with the hand not holding the blanket around his waist and snuffed it out in the sink like he had the other. Orion was rarely awkward, and he didn’t show it now, but how exactly did you ask a girl to leave without casing a scene? Caring was not usually his style either, so perhaps he should just go for his traditional method.

“You’re still here.” He said, his voice surprisingly quiet and neutral as he sat on the opposite side of the seat she had claimed. He rested his elbow on the open window sill, enjoying the cool early-morning breeze coming through it. Soon the heat would burn off the moisture, and the rest of the day would be horribly dry. He rested the side of his neck on his palm, eyes calm and steady as they habitually roamed over her pale skin. He had seen it all before, but another look couldn’t hurt. No, definitely couldn’t hurt.

[Evelyn Hunter]

you were fake; i was great
... nothing personal

Evelyn curled her lip as he took her cigarette, completely unimpressed. "I was smoking that," She spat, her eyes already narrowed. Well, the post-coitus bliss was certainly fading fast. Blatantly ignoring him, Evelyn stood up and shimmied back into the red dress she had been wearing the night before. She quickly finger combed her long red hair, fluffing at it absently as he sat down at the window sill and seemed to pose.

She snorted, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Christ, Orion, could you get any more self-centered?" Evie snapped, straightening her dress so it didn't hang awkwardly. It was going to take a little getting used to, this ashamed feeling. Evelyn usually wasn't this defensive after sex, but he was wearing on her very last nerve. She trotted over to the kitchenette, pouring herself a glass of lukewarm water and downing it quickly. A quick look in the mirror affirmed her earlier assumption - her eye makeup was adorably smudged, and there was no need to worry about her hair.

Evelyn strode back over to the window, plucking another cigarette out of his pack and flicking open her lighter. She lit it quickly, puffing smoke rings into his face with quite a bit of grace. "Yep. I guess I am," Evie said, her eyebrows raised pointedly. "Go on - kick me out, hun. Whatcha waiting for?" Another drag, another three smoke rings billowing in his direction. "I sure as hell am not sticking around for the pleasant view," She sneered, popping the cigarette back in her mouth.

[Orion Keller]

Orion frowned, a little slow on the uptake. What was she pissed about? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given her a good time. What did she expect? A hug? A good-bye kiss? The blond stood, approaching her with a darkening expression. He ignored that wicked look of hers, that defiance that told of trouble to come. Orion’s temper was legendary, and no prissy little miss would stand in its way when it came rolling in like a storm.

He walked right into her personal space; his fingers not quite as nimble in their post-sleep state snatched away his packet of cigarettes and threw them back on the seat. “No smoking, get out.” He snapped, glaring down his nose at her. He conveyed everything by his darkening eyes, doing all but physically pushing her out of the door to indicate that he wanted her gone. This was his trailer, after all, and she was intruding.

What did she mean, self-centred? It had been as much about her as it had about him last night, why was she so volatile this morning? Alright so he didn’t look his best in the morning, but he view was no less pleasant than it had been when she’d undressed him and proceeded to tempt him into a satisfying night of passion. She had practically begged for it. His eye twitch and he squared up to her. Orion might not be able to tame tigers, but he could face up to a woman when the need arose.

[Evelyn Hunter]

i'm the burn in your mouth
& you can't spit me out

"You're ridiculous," Evelyn spat as he filched another one of his cigarettes from his hand. His eyes were dark as storm clouds, but at the moment she didn't quite have it in her to give a damn. Evie straightened her dress a final time and whirled on her black heels, clicking towards the door nonchalantly.

"Oh, don't worry, I was just leaving!" She replied airily, stepping out through the trailer door. Evelyn slammed it behind her, gaining a few peeved looks from others who were just stumbling out of their trailers for the morning grind. Figuring she might as well add insult to injury, she whirled around and screamed, "The sex was horrible and you came early!"

Evie slipped off her right shoe and hurled it with all her might through his open window. She heard a faint crash, but she didn't stick around for his rebuke. As quick as she could with one heel on, Evelyn hightailed it out of there. It was best to avoid the raging fire she was sure she had conjured; she'd already been singed, there was no need for third degree burns.

If nothing else, Evie was excellent at self-preservation.

[Orion Keller]

Orion’s jaw tensed, and his anger flared as she slammed the door. This place wasn’t made of bricks! He gave the door a good glare, his fist so tight on the blanket covering his modestly that the knuckles were white. What the fuck just happened? Did she just ditch him? Practically snarling, Orion grabbed the recently extinguished cigarette from the sink and scrambled for a lighter. Evelyn chose that moment to shout abuse, and Orion gave up on the hunt to rush to the window.

Some sort of projectile came though the window as he reached it, and he yelped as a show nonetheless hit him square in the chest and sent him crashing against a set of drawers, the things on it falling to the floor. He scrambled back up, towel forgotten as he went to the window.

Now, Orion was quick at some things, card-tricks for example, but he did not have an attitude for witty comebacks. So he yelled the first thing that came to mind, which wasn’t usually a good idea. “Yeah!? Well, so did you!” He forcefully closed the window, the plane rattling dubiously. He shouted loud expletives at the ceiling, and proceeded to stomp about the trailer in his hunt for clothes. He chucked the shoe that had attacked him into a corner, along with a pair of panties that definitely weren’t his.

Embarrassed and enraged by that fact, Orion took the rest of the day badly, and by evening, it was likely even the strongmen were gossiping about what had wound him into such a mood.