[Refuge: Part 2]
A/N: @paranoia-exe requested part two for my most recent post, and I shall deliver!! vesker again belongs to eros lmao- I love evelyn so much she does not deserve to be this girlipop
CW: surprisingly, no content warnings!! woohoo!!
DYNAMICS:
Rayan Hyacinth (he/it) — Whumpee
Evelyn Larkins (she/her) — Previous Caretaker
Vesker Faithern (he/him), (mentioned) Madison Maguire (she/her) — Current Caretakers (in canon)
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Thankfully, the next evening, Rayan did explain the reasoning behind his sudden show up at Evelyn's house in the early hours of the morning. He spoke timidly, as if embarrassed to talk about it, staring down at a coffee mug clasped securely in his grasp. "Uhm... I'm- first off I'm so sorry for—"
"There's no reason to apologize, kiddo," Evelyn interrupted gently with a soft pat on his shoulder, earning a small smile in response to the nickname "kiddo".
Rayan nodded. "Okay, okay, if you say so. So uhm- there are these.. times, where I get angry, like- really angry, to the point I just- I can't control it. Right?"
"Right."
"...And- And I've never told you this but I have a fiance. He's called Vesker- I'm gay, so. Y'know."
Evelyn cracked a smile. "Oh, congrats. When's the wedding—? Oh, I apologize, I'm getting off track already—" She chuckled, Rayan following along with a shaky snigger— "Go on?"
"So.. we- we get into arguments a lot, and during the times when I'm angry, I.. get violent. It's.. not the first time that's happened, too."
"...Well, have you considered going to—?"
"Anger management classes, I know the spiel, Vesker and my own sister go on and on about it. I just- I dunno. I don't see the point in it." Rayan mumbled bitterly, eyebrows furrowing.
"Alright, I'm sorry for bringing that up, then. Did.. did you become violent towards Vesker last night?"
"Yeah.. yeah, I did. He drove to my sister's place, 'cause that's where he usually goes if I get too angry at him. I'm- I'm completely fine with all that, by the way. So, I uhm.. since the house was empty except for me and our dog because our son is also at my sister's, I uhm... I decided to come here."
Evelyn nodded along, a little taken aback by the sudden insight to Rayan's personal life. He had a fiance, a son, and a dog... Well, good for him!
"I see."
The two remained silent after that, simply enjoying their mugs of coffee and listening to the soft hum of the television. Evelyn had given Rayan a couple hand-baked biscuits for him, as he said he only really needed something to satisfy the hunger that was gnawing at his stomach.
She broke the silence with a gentle sigh. "If.. If it's not any trouble, I could drive you back to your house?"
Rayan immediately nodded, a thankful smile breaking across his split lips. Evelyn hadn't seen that beforehand...
"That would- that would be amazing, thank you. Thank you, Evelyn."
She aww'd softly at him, which made a tiny hint of pink bloom in his pale cheeks. "You're welcome. You wanna finish the coffee and biscuits and then head out?"
"...Yes. Yes, please."
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Rayan leaned back in the passenger seat of Evelyn's car with a content sigh, the sound of the wheels gliding across the motorway being a distant hum in his ears, a background noise to the music playing in the car to break the silence.
"Your car smells like cinnamon..." He mumbled almost absentmindedly, coaxing a chuckle from Evelyn.
"I've got a scented.. what's-it-called, in here, kiddo."
"A scented car freshener thing?"
"Mhm, exactly that. My cousin gave it to me."
"Oh, really?" Rayan grinned at her, and she momentarily turned away from the road to exchange the expression.
"Indeed. I've got a few extras back at home, y'know. If you visit again, I could let you have one to give it to that fiance o' yours?"
Rayan chuckled. "If that's not too much of a problem."
"It never is, Rayan."
The music continued to quietly play as they made it off of the motorway, trees flashing past them.
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Vesker had no clue where Rayan was. He'd tried calling him, only to find out he'd left his phone at home. That was totally reassuring.
He could only feed and pet Buddy, Rayan's fluffy Newfoundland whom he absolutely adored, whilst he clung onto the hope that Rayan was okay. His fears were extinguished at a knock on the door just as when Vesker had gotten home from walking Buddy. He opened it to reveal Rayan, alongside a blonde haired and grey eyed woman.
"Sorry to disturb you," the woman began, but Vesker held up a hand to interrupt.
"Don't worry about it." He said tiredly, the voice muffled behind his mask. The woman instead gently nudged Rayan forward, who gladly wrapped his frail arms around Vesker's waist.
"...So uhm- I'd best be off." The woman chuckled nervously, waving at Rayan — who waved back, smiling — before walking back to her car. Vesker waited till she drove off to close the front door.
Rayan paused, hesitating. "...I'm- I'm so sorry, Vesk, I shouldn't have left the do—"
Vesker slid his mask off to kiss Rayan's forehead, eminence purple hair mixing with coffee brown. "It's okay, bunny. Let's talk about it over dinner, okay?"
Rayan couldn't help but smile, nestling his face in the taller man's hair. "Okay."
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