She nuzzled right into his hand and curled her legs up. "Hey hey…quit with the head or I'll go into Fox Space." She shyly ducked her head away a bit, now trying to avoid his hand. She didn't want to unload too much on him all at once, or fuck up. Not many people knew she was in the kink community. A few friends who had told her what they were into first, her twin brother since they sorta discovered it together, and Alex her younger brother, which her and Evan were educating. Oh and Crystal, who was okay with it. (can we just assume he knows what she's talking about or do I gotta explain it? I can. I'm just lazy.)
(Honestly Derlik is 100% vvy knowledgeable about this)
(He will use this new knowledge, no doubt)
"Oh~?" Derlik said, a soft playful tone in his voice. "What's so wrong with that?" Still, he moved his hand away, just scratching her back now.
"You know, you asked me to tell you about myself, but I seem to be the one learning about you." He smiled gently, completely undisturbed.
"And I'm honestly looking what I'm learning. It's been a while since I talked to someone else into these things."
"San Francisco has the biggest ddlg community in the world actually. They even have a whole store, and a huge friggin kink fair and then a week after that specifically an ddlg fair! I've…always wanted to go but. A lot of the guys I've dated I've had to keep those…sides of me hidden from. They wouldn't understand or ridicule me for it. And a lot of the girls…I dunno. I've just always liked daddy dom's better. I've had a few, both of them started good but ended up toxic, or leaving because I'm like 10 handfuls. And I wouldn't want to go to any of those events alone, without some type of dominant around. Especially when little, I'd run off and get lost and…it'd just go down hill from there…only a handful of people know about this so please don't tell the band? Or anyone really? I really shouldn't be telling you. But I guess. If ya go, ya go."
Derlik was actually really interested in the information Evelyn was giving him, nodding along.
"I won't tell anyone," he agreed. "I won't out you like that." He smiled brightly now, scratching Evelyn's back once more.
"And maybe one day, you'll let me take you. If you're comfortable with it."
"Maybe one day. When I get comfortable around you, and trust you and we've established a steady foundation, and found our flow and rhythm. And I mean super comfortable around you. I can walk around naked around anyone, but it takes a certain person for me to feel safe around. I live in constant danger so safety, and having someone who will stay is huge for me."
"Okay then. I'll prove myself to you, then." He smiled again sightly. *Now, are we actually going to end up taking a nap, or was that just a ploy to get me alone so we could talk?"
"Well. I originally wanted a nap, but I'm all awake now, and we're chit chatting away just fine. I've also managed to dodge sinking into any spaces so. Bonus points for me." She nodded and stretched a bit, boobs pressing into his chest. Not that she cared as she curled back up.
Derlik didn't care either. He rested his hand on Evelyn's head, shrugging a little.
"Well then, it seems there's no rest for the wicked after all." Derlik chuckled softly at himself. He really did see himself as wicked.
"Pffft. And money don't grow on trees. Damn good song. But you ain't wicked. Wicked is like…evil. Vile. And wicked cool is more goth people, and punks like me. I know I know. I ain't dressed all punky, but you should see me in full blown gear. I look wicked cool. You're soft. Could never dom me." She said this with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh? That's what you think? I thought you had read the stories. The ones about me torturing, killing, don't anything I pleased to anyone. Of me making life hell for the other gods, and making everything I touch a mess." Derlik shifted so now Evelyn was pinned firmly to the bed, not letting her move at all.
"Yeah but that's for other people you don't have a soft spot for." She said haughtily. "You could never make me a mess,because I already am one." She nodded pointedly, and then she koala wrapped around him and snuggled in. "Now fuck off. It takes more then that to get me to sink into sub space."
"Do you think I wouldn't hesitate when it came it you? That I wouldn't be able to make your life a living hell?" He kept over her, body pressing her into the best. "Who said anything about putting you in sub space?" He asked softly.
She gasped a bit, giving a little moan. "You can't make my life hell. How am I supposed to call you my little piece of heaven then? My safe haven? Can't do that if you end up doing shit like my dad did. And if you're as bad as my dad well…just. Leave me now then." She said the last part quietly, her eyes darting away. Lik, had hit a pretty bad trigger with him pinning her down like this. "If…if you don't put me in sub space or…or make me feel safe my brain reacts…badly to. Sexual actions and control."
Derlik studied Evelyn's face a moment. He pulled off of her, sitting up now.
"I see," he said gently. "And… I would never hurt you like that man did. I've never hurt anyone that way. It's… Disgusting. I'm sorry." That last sentence was said softly, barely a whisper. He didn't really say sorry, at all. This was something the stories had made very, very clear. And yet… He had done it for Evelyn. He must really care about her if he was willing to do that.
She pulled him down next to her, and pulled him close. "It's fine." She said gruffly, obviously a girl who was used to saying that before. She sighed. "Ya didn't know, it's part of the learning experience, blah blah. You're a god, you calm yourself down." She grabbed her stuffed animal Butterscotch, a stuffed dog, and turned away, hugging it. Butterscotch was well, the color of butterscotch, with ears and tail the color of chocolate. He was of course 25 years old so a lot of his fur was matted down and his muzzle was more of a dirty white now. There was resewn seams where she had hugged the stuffing out of her old friend, but still he remained in her arms throughout the years.
Derlik watched Evelyn, still guilty feeling. It wasn't okay. He had known her father had done… had hurt her like that before from even the small amount of information she had given him, but he had still done it. He'd still hurt her. Derlik wasn't used to feeling guitly, especially about things like this. He closed his eyes a moment.
"It's not alright. I should have been more careful."
"No it's fine. I'm pretty used to it." She said quietly. She took a few shaky breaths and got up, got on her clothes, and then went to go find her shoes. "I'm gonna go get something to drink from the vending machine down the hall. Do you want anything?" She refused to look up at him. Her usual smile had fallen to a straight line as she continued her search for her flip flops.
"You shouldn't have to be," Derlik said gently. He stood as well, but he kept his distance from Evelyn. He didn't dare touch her right now.
"No one should ever push you like that, and I'm so, so sorry I did." He didn't answer her last question.
"Yeah well. When you get raped by your own dad for 10 years, you get used to having triggers. Triggers you get tired of explaining to people repeatedly so you just give up, and deal with the mental breakdown." She sighed and walked out of the hotel room after grabbing her little ducktape wallet, and headed down the hall as her brother came upstairs. Immediately he noticed her fallen expression, and the two walked and talked, him hugging her close as she grabbed her soda and snack. The others would be coming up soon.
Derlik looked away, guilty. Damnit, he'd screwed things up, and he hadn't wanted to this time! He really needed to blow off steam. Murder someone, probably. He blinked out of the room, only to come back in a few minutes. He washed his hands off, tucking the soul into his pocket. Much better. Hopefully Evelyn wouldn't find out, seeing as the person had lived on the other side of town.
Evelyn came back into the room with Evan, and she went into the washroom to splash some water on her face. She then plopped on the bed next to Lik, and opened up her bag of Hairbo Happy Cherries, and her coca cola. "I'm gonna go on a walk." She announced suddenly, grabbed Lik's door, and practically dragged him out the door, after sticking the roomkey card in her back pocket. (Yes I did memorize the name of them because I'm friggin addicted to them)
Derlik looked up when Evelyn came in. He had barely any time to see that she was next to him before he was being pulled out the door.
"I- okay then." Good god they better not come across any news channels. The murder hadn't exactly been… Well hidden. But he's changed his appearance, at least, so no one could recognize him. But if they recognized the mark he had left on the body…
Evelyn didn't even really realize Derlik was there as she continued walking, down the stairs, out the back door, and then down to the street. She took a right, and then she let go of him and walked a little faster. She wanted to talk with him she just didn't know what about or how.
Derlik stayed by Evelyn's side, even as she sped up. He put his hands in his pockets, watching her carefully.
"Eveyln…" Derlik trailed off.
"Hm?" She said as she kept going, looking at him. "What?" She was more stomping then walking, and it was a pretty fast and brisk walk. Her eyes were cut to a glare as she angrily muttered to herself, candy stuffed in her pocket and soda gripped tightly in her hand.
