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thecapitol2014-09-02 12:28 am
vissernone) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-02 12:28 am
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I Will Contain You, Then Cast You Away [Semi-Open]
WHO| Eva and Wallander, Eva and anyone with reason to be around the Peacekeeper HQ
WHAT| Eva sleeps with Wallander and brings him doughnuts.
WHEN| Week 2 of the Arena
WHERE| Wallander's house; Peacekeeper HQ
WARNINGS| Mentions of sex.
For Wallander
She wakes up next to Wallander again and slips out of the bed, donning a loose sheet as she searches for her clothing. Soon enough she's found her shirt and her pants and a rubber band to tie her hair in, even if it originally was used to keep bread in a bag fresh.
They've slept together at least ten times now. Normal people would consider it a relationship. Eva isn't sure she doesn't. That doesn't change her feelings on the matter, and her gaze as she looks at Wallander's bare back is both disdainful and a bit sad. She sits on the windowsill and stares at the moles and sweat on his back and the wrinkles on Kurt's face and the empty ringfinger. The morning light casting its way through the curtains makes him look washed out and not unlike a pastel sketch of a corpse. He snores and his hand roves the bed for the curve of her hip, but he doesn't wake when he finds only the sheets.
She gets up and heads to the kitchen. She does his dishes and she starts some coffee. She puts some makeup she keeps in her purse over the brand on her face. It doesn't do much, but it sends the message that she's trying.
She makes herself at home on his computer too.
-/-
Open
The next day, having spent the night alone at her own house, she pays a visit to Peacekeeper Headquarters. She's been coming in for regular meetings with some of the investigative officers as follow-up to the leads she gave them back during the interrogation. She has a reputation for being "prickly but cooperative" with the officers, which, she says, is a pretty outstanding performance given that they burned part of her face off.
Today she brings in a dozen doughnuts and instructs one of the desk jockeys to take it to Kurt's cube. She's sure only some of them will make it to him, and that the others will fill mouths that alternate between stuffing themselves and gossiping over it.
She doesn't mind that people know she's a Capitol canary; in fact, she all but flaunts it. Nor does she mind terribly that people know she's sleeping with Wallander, and if he's received any flack for it he's kept rather mum about it.
Besides. No one complains about fucking doughnuts.
WHAT| Eva sleeps with Wallander and brings him doughnuts.
WHEN| Week 2 of the Arena
WHERE| Wallander's house; Peacekeeper HQ
WARNINGS| Mentions of sex.
For Wallander
She wakes up next to Wallander again and slips out of the bed, donning a loose sheet as she searches for her clothing. Soon enough she's found her shirt and her pants and a rubber band to tie her hair in, even if it originally was used to keep bread in a bag fresh.
They've slept together at least ten times now. Normal people would consider it a relationship. Eva isn't sure she doesn't. That doesn't change her feelings on the matter, and her gaze as she looks at Wallander's bare back is both disdainful and a bit sad. She sits on the windowsill and stares at the moles and sweat on his back and the wrinkles on Kurt's face and the empty ringfinger. The morning light casting its way through the curtains makes him look washed out and not unlike a pastel sketch of a corpse. He snores and his hand roves the bed for the curve of her hip, but he doesn't wake when he finds only the sheets.
She gets up and heads to the kitchen. She does his dishes and she starts some coffee. She puts some makeup she keeps in her purse over the brand on her face. It doesn't do much, but it sends the message that she's trying.
She makes herself at home on his computer too.
-/-
Open
The next day, having spent the night alone at her own house, she pays a visit to Peacekeeper Headquarters. She's been coming in for regular meetings with some of the investigative officers as follow-up to the leads she gave them back during the interrogation. She has a reputation for being "prickly but cooperative" with the officers, which, she says, is a pretty outstanding performance given that they burned part of her face off.
Today she brings in a dozen doughnuts and instructs one of the desk jockeys to take it to Kurt's cube. She's sure only some of them will make it to him, and that the others will fill mouths that alternate between stuffing themselves and gossiping over it.
She doesn't mind that people know she's a Capitol canary; in fact, she all but flaunts it. Nor does she mind terribly that people know she's sleeping with Wallander, and if he's received any flack for it he's kept rather mum about it.
Besides. No one complains about fucking doughnuts.
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He lets his fingers drift to her shoulder, squeezing gently, before retreating to the couch with his cup and sitting back, letting himself sink into the old piece of furniture. Everything in his apartment is old - bought when he first came to the capitol and never replaced. The fashions of them had been well out of date when he bought them, now they were practically retro again. Not that even then they would be fashionable - they were well worn and abused. His furniture, in fact, resembled him in more than a few ways.
He doesn't judge her for the nightmares. He actually felt relieved, when he realised what they were. It made her more human, somehow. He couldn't imagine anyone going through what she did - the arena, her son - without the nightmares to match. (His own are dark and dreary rather than scary.)
(In his own, he's always the monster.)
"I would claim it on my deductive powers, but I think that would ring rather false," he said mildly, offering her a slightly sleepy but fond smile as he raised his coffee to his lips. Still too hot to sip, but he knew he wouldn't be a fully functioning human being until he did so. "Give me a minute and I'll make us some breakfast. Eggs alright? Don't have much else in, but eggs and toast I can do."
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She finds what she wants on his computer, then makes sure to cover her tracks, and wanders barefoot into the kitchen while he works on scrambling the eggs. There's mildew on the tile, scuffed carpet that's a little moldy. Eva can see Kurt's depression like a second skin on the surfaces here, mingling with the dust and sunlight.
She comes up behind him and, as he nudges the eggs with a spatula, rests her head on the back of his shoulder. It's a gesture that's as affectionate as it is clingy, and as he can't see he face it's a shame he can't see how little acting she has to do when she really wants to feel a body against her cheek.
Maybe she isn't being cruel, she thinks. Maybe she's providing a lonely man with a few moments of pleasure. Maybe she just doesn't care.
"What are you working on today? Nothing exciting, I hope."