#evan 003

Where: Evan's place

When: June 2025

After the whirlwind weekend of his birthday and the elopment of himself and Ruby, Riley knew he had to tell Evan. He wanted it to come from him, not wanting her to hear it through the grapevine from someone, and then adding fuel to the fire. He knew he had hurt her, always brushing things off to the side and pushing it to the future. He hadn't meant to do so, never setting out to break her heart of break up their marriage because of everything. But it had happened and so did him getting back with his first love. But now he was ripping the bandaid off and telling her about his marriage, and knowing how it'll be one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. He had taken off his wedding band, the one he got after marrying Ruby and left it in his car, not wanting it to outright be in her face. He did still care for her, and he'd do anything to try to mend what he had broken. After texting her to make sure she was home, he headed her way and knocked on the door, "Hey. I know it's crazy reaching out and showing up like this. But I needed to talk to you."

@silenciorosier

She’d heard. Of course she’d heard. Word travelled fast when there were this many high society types in one place. Nothing damaging to her cousin’s sterling reputation, of course. The luxury of having a cock, she supposed, was that you could be caught shagging in the coat closet and be applauded for it. ‘Good show, old boy.’

Bellatrix was annoyed. Not because he’d been whoring with some French noble woman. It was a wedding, the ideal hunting ground for flings and one night stands. What the hell else was he supposed to do, if not prey on the wedding-roused guests, panting like bitches in heat.

No, she didn’t mind at all that her cousin was enjoying himself. Bella’s vexation was because she was jealous. It was her day, and yet she still hadn’t been fucked in a dark, dusty storage room. Instead she’d been gliding through the spotlight, making small talk and accepting compliments, forcing herself to smile and play nice while her husband strutted around looking like sex on legs. 

It wasn’t fair. 

The song came to an end and Bella smiled at her partner, thanking them for the dance as they stepped back and another stepped in to take their place. She was about to decline with some poorly manifested excuse when she noted the gold embroidered waistcoat, the purple tie and pocket square peeking out from his slightly rumpled tux. Eyebrow cocked in disapproval, Bellatrix looked up from the broad shoulders and wide chest in front of her to meet her cousin’s smug and satisfied, smirking face. 

Without a word, she placed her hand on his shoulder and in his palm, accepting the dance even as she glared at him through squinted eyes. “Evan,” she said, voice too sharp to be polite. “I hear you’ve been enjoying yourself.” Her nails dug into his shoulder and she smiled up at her cousin with honied venom.