#evaxoliver

Adjusting her larger than necessary bag on her shoulder, Eva approached Oliver’s door, a neutral expression on her face. It was a toss up on what condition she’d find him in, it’s why she always came prepared for the worst, even though he hadn’t called her this time. 

Eva sat in the same spot she always did when she was monitoring Oliver for whatever was plaguing him. The chair situated near the bed and the nightstand, her body acting as a go between in case he needed anything. Initially, when he had woken up in the med suite, he wasn’t really coherent. So, she let him drift off again throughout the day, only texting Darcy to help move him when she was sure he was fully stable. 

Not even ten minutes after the two entered the hotel room, they were both on the bed and passed out. Still in the clothes they came in, one shoe still hanging off of her foot, literally just collapsed onto the king sized bed. Eva has been more than eager to get away from the chaos for a few days, even if it just meant sleeping in a hotel and checking up on the house, not telling anyone where they were going. 

Eva lightly knocked on the door before pushing it open, a habit she’d picked up as of late to keep from startling Oliver anytime she entered. “Hey.” She started, her tone light, moving to his nightstand so set the bowl of soup down. “Isa made a ton of soup, so I brought you some of that.” Settling down in her normal chair, she looked over him with the ghost of a smile on her face. “So,” Leaning forward, the smirk growing, “Is there something you wanted to tell me in person?” 

Eva slammed the passenger door of the jag harder than she anticipated, briefly wondering if she would be scolded by its owner for being too rough. It was Teddy, so it wasn’t like she was actually going to be hurt by anything he said, if he did say anything. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, she took a deep breath, face scrunching at the smell of the docks. “I don’t know how anyone chooses to be out here regularly. It smells exceptionally horrible tonight.” It was most likely due to the fires, but that didn’t stop Eva from complaining about it. She followed behind Teddy as they went to go find Oliver, another question popping into her head, “You did tell him you were bringing me, right?” 

“Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?” - @crimsonfaux​

Eva sat up in her bed, groaning aloud as she pulled her hands down her tired face. Her head still felt like it was spinning, and her stomach was rolling. What the hell was going on? The blinds were pulled shut, leaving the only light in the room to the lamp on her nightstand, the soft yellow barely illuminating the area. It felt like a horrendous hangover, but she hadn’t drank enough to warrant that. You know what else causes these symptoms besides the stomach flu or food poisoning? A quiet, yet aggressive, voice in the back of her mind asked almost tauntingly. Strategically ignoring the fact that she was weeks late at this point, she shoved the thought out of her head. The spinning had stopped long enough for her to stand and move toward the door. She needed water. Her mouth was suddenly dry from nerves. Not paying attention to the noise, she whipped open the door to see Teddy and Oliver lingering right on the other side. Not who I want to see right now. “Uh,” She started, looking between them curiously, “Can I help you two?” 

🎤- one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols w/ @crimsonfaux​