[ another group going after the king family was only of concern to him and his up to the point where they found out it was just a third party and not one of their own going rogue or trying to impress people. after that, getting involved was strictly forbidden, in case any of it fell back on them. it's why evan ignored the cajoling up to now.
he's not dumb enough to go in the warehouse, but by the time the fight erupts onto the street, he's got a good vantage point. on the fire escape of some abandoned building, old and rusted enough that he wondered partway up if he was going to fall through the metal. but it held. it's holding, as he watches.
the fight centers around david. not as the target, either. there's multiple people to fight but the other guys are backing off, one at a time, letting the explosion that is david king burn everyone trying to get a hand on him. he's ignoring hits. shrugging off any attempts to part him from his current victim.
evan's never had much self-control in fights. it's the one place he doesn't have to, most of the time. it's why he's feared outside of his surname. he recognizes the way david's losing control. sees the frustration and release in it. most people don't do things like this even when they're this angry. there's always a point where they come back, or stop, or ...
but not them. and david's usually the reasonable one.
evan watches in total silence, feeling the way his heart slams into his ribcage as his knuckles whiten around the disintegrating railing, as david brutalizes another person. a few try to flee, and that's when his men get involved again, dragging them back in, beating them down, breaking a few knees. but that's not what he's really watching. ]
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he's not dumb enough to go in the warehouse, but by the time the fight erupts onto the street, he's got a good vantage point. on the fire escape of some abandoned building, old and rusted enough that he wondered partway up if he was going to fall through the metal. but it held. it's holding, as he watches.
the fight centers around david. not as the target, either. there's multiple people to fight but the other guys are backing off, one at a time, letting the explosion that is david king burn everyone trying to get a hand on him. he's ignoring hits. shrugging off any attempts to part him from his current victim.
evan's never had much self-control in fights. it's the one place he doesn't have to, most of the time. it's why he's feared outside of his surname. he recognizes the way david's losing control. sees the frustration and release in it. most people don't do things like this even when they're this angry. there's always a point where they come back, or stop, or ...
but not them. and david's usually the reasonable one.
evan watches in total silence, feeling the way his heart slams into his ribcage as his knuckles whiten around the disintegrating railing, as david brutalizes another person. a few try to flee, and that's when his men get involved again, dragging them back in, beating them down, breaking a few knees. but that's not what he's really watching. ]