*Evan thinks as fast as he can, ripping the last of the blood from the gloves as quickly as he can and shoving them into the pocket of his cloak. The mask is shoved haphazardly into a drawer, next to a selection of untouched potion ingredients. The entire cabinet rattles when he slams the drawer shut, and he bangs his elbow--hard--as he turns to the bedroom door to evaluate how much she may have seen.*
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Date: 2011-06-22 09:53 pm (UTC)*Evan thinks as fast as he can, ripping the last of the blood from the gloves as quickly as he can and shoving them into the pocket of his cloak. The mask is shoved haphazardly into a drawer, next to a selection of untouched potion ingredients. The entire cabinet rattles when he slams the drawer shut, and he bangs his elbow--hard--as he turns to the bedroom door to evaluate how much she may have seen.*
Fuck--