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Devon T. Grace
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Sun Oct 24, 2010 5:24pm

It had been weeks since he'd been on the roof. Devon walked up the steps tonight carefully, as though he was worried they had changed since he'd last taken them, and opened the door to the roof waiting to feel at peace.

It was a little disappointing. Still, he was glad to be back. The stars were out on a clear night. The air was growing chilly in autumn, so he kept his coat wrapped tightly around him, the same thing he'd had for over twenty years now. He remembered a 12 year old Eve begging to try it on. "I'd like to wear it," she said. He'd told her it was just for him. "Not true," she'd countered. "I've seen loads of people wearing it." Girls around school had used the thing like a football letter jacket, his old trench coat which somehow stayed in one piece despite all the tatters. It had, in fact, been his father's.

And Eve had never been allowed to touch the damn coat. Thank Merlin.

He still couldn't believe her gall, coming into his office last week to gloat over his failure. Every word she said was true, and he loathed her for it. He ought to deal with Rand the same way he'd eliminated her last serious boyfriend, a clean memory and a free trip to Greece. Eve was a wretched companion, but she was insufferable happy. At the least, Devon hadn't seen Rand in a week, which meant that the bitch didn't have a knight in shining armor anymore. Keith had been obnoxious that way, always flying to Eve's rescue at the slightest hint of abuse.

Now, there was Sarah, who might have even been worse. Word got around quickly enough to Devon that Sarah hadn't fully healed Eve. No, instead, now students were gossiping about the enormous welt on the side of Eve's face.

He'd heard Eve had run to her brother to finish fixing her up, then fled back to her boyfriend, and he hadn't seen her since. Almost like she was avoiding him. It wasn't something he expected, it wasn't Eve. No, usually she came running back for more of a fight, back on her feet waiting for the next blow. She was a masochist, addicted to the spiral of depression, delusion and anxiety. But he hadn't seen her at all since he'd nearly cracked her head against his kitchen counter.

How . . . strange.

Devon pulled a flask out of a pocket from his trench coat and unscrewed the cap. He took a swig and left the cap unscrewed, eventually settling himself against the school's chimney, looking up at the stars. Eve Fukcing Winchester. The sky was dark as being underneath a blanket. Bitch. The stars were bright tonight.

    • It's been a whileWinchester, Sun Oct 24 5:47pm
      Eve was revolutionized. Partially. On the surface. It had been an entire week since she had explained Devon’s adoration for Cassandra to the woman’s face. A week for the rumors to intensify and... more
      • I'd even say it's been too longDevon T. Grace, Sun Oct 24 7:39pm
        Devon's peace was short-lived. Eve flounced onto the roof minutes after he'd sat down, cardigan-clad and looking all together too happy for him to feel anything but cautious. He half-hoped she... more
        • “Fukc off.” Eve kept her smile serene, even though she wanted to flip him off. “Good evening,” she chirped in reply. “Lovely night out, isn’t it?” she asked, walking over to him and sitting down, the ... more
          • "Fukc off," Devon repeated to Eve. " Departes-tu, s'il tu plait. " He pointed with his chin, nodding to the door. "I couldn't give a damn. You'd only be tolerable here if you were fully coated in... more
            • We'll have to come up here more oftenWinchester, Sun Oct 24 8:51pm
              “Je pense que non,” Eve responded easily, crossing her legs as she leaned back against a wall. This was way harder than she had anticipated. He kept telling her to fcuk off, and all she wanted to do... more
              • We? "We?" When exactly did you join this club?Devon Grace, Sun Oct 24 9:59pm
                Devon was, to say the least, growing confused. Eve's ailment seemed to be nothing short of kindness. He hissed back, not realizing how easily he fed into her farce, "Of course we were smashed, we... more
                • Since I declared myself your new best friend, BFF!Winchester, Mon Oct 25 1:10am
                  “Oh,” Eve exclaimed in a light tone when he explained impatiently what memory he had stolen from her. On the outside, she was curious, yet unfazed; inwardly, she was seething. Fcuker, her inner voice ... more
                  • Sorry bestie, it doesn't work that wayDevon, Mon Oct 25 11:01am
                    He glanced over at her after drinking from the flask, disgusted by her stupidity. Anyone else would have been able to discern that a memory was missing, and attempted to pin it down. Eve did know... more
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