just give me a reason /declan

[everly may davenport]

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sweeter than heaven, hotter than hell

Waves of brilliant red hair swept over one of the woman's shoulders as she sat perched at the edge of a small, single person cafe table. Coffee mug steaming and to the left, and the little black laptop in front of her. After clacking away at the letters under her fingers, she leaned back to rest against her jacket that hung off the chair. it might not have looked like much from afar and it wasn't much from up close either. Everly smiled a miniscule smirk, how wrong they were to judge her so lightly and with such carelessness. It was quaint little moments like these that always helped blossom the red head's selfish ego. But no matter, she had more work to do then just sit back and degrade the middle and lower class people around her. More researching to do for her latest client, a not so clever secretary that forgot to keep track of security cameras and would like her little...transgression to be forgotten by the nightly guard who had a habit of doing the right thing when he witnessed something wrong. With a 'tsk' from her teeth in disapproval in regards to the job, Everly reached more pleasantly for her coffee mug and tilting it to her lips, inhaling the caramel scent and taste. To be honest the secretary case was hardly an interesting one and the librarian was beyond bored making sure everything was in order. She'd rather prefer some excitement. it wasn't like she was hard to find, her name got passed around by word of mouth from past clients. She was just asking for something more exciting.

in fact, she was half debating going back to the library and taking the next shift because she was more content in the old building. She liked it there. it was like a second home, warm and quiet, waiting for specifically her to stride through the double doors and pluck up any book she deemed interesting. The plethora of novels and historical texts that surrounded the keeper's desk were familiar, and there for calming. The softest of smiles slipped over her painted lips, but it was hidden behind the rim of her mug before putting it back in its place on the table. The curve of her lips was only made more prideful as Everly mused over the suspicious eyes she got after telling unknowing strangers that she was a librarian. Most men gave her suggestive grins and were suddenly most interested in her. The lusting eyes didn't bother her, they all didn't have to know how many times she had to act out that fantasy for other guys. Most women, however, would smile and talk with her more. it was as if her knowledge of books suddenly made her their friend and want to talk about all kinds of gossip. She's was never apposed to cutting off conversation, to the other woman's pleasure or not.

"you looked lonely over here," a sudden voice picked up behind her. Everly was just able to turn her head, hair falling like a curtain over her back, before the man spoke again, "mind if i join you?" She clenched her jaw and wanted to snap out that she didn't have a sign that said 'sit with me whenever you like' but she held back. darker blue eyes looked from toe point, to hair, and to toe point again, getting a good sense of the male. khakis shorts and a plaid shirt, unbuttoned, she was sure, with the intent to impress. it had the opposite effect, if only the man could dress better. everly scrunched her nose in distaste and clipped her tone, "To be honest, I'd rather you walk away now before any other man here gets the idea that they can just come up and attempt to show off to me whenever they feel like it." plaid shirt didn't seem to realize just how high her standards were, he also didn't seem to realized what her speech had meant. Everly tried again, in layman's terms, "That's a no thank you." her little amount of patience was running out, but this time plaid shirt understood and, looking rather offended, ambled away. She breathed out in annoyance, and scowled at the idea of talking to that man. It was harsh, but it saved them both from any awkward conversations. "Why they even approach me, is a mystery on it's own," the red head thought aloud as she combed her fingers through her hair. before too long there was another shadow. Now, see? plaid shirt had lead the way for other men to press their luck.

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EXPLOSIONS ON THE DAY YOU WAKE UP NEEDING SOMEONE
AND YOU'VE LEARNED IT'S OK TO BE AFRAID
BUT IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

Surveillance was a major part of Declan's job and in no way was it his favorite part of it, it took no skill to follow someone around, the only difficult part was doing it without arousing suspicion, not that if someone did notice him lingering around was the be all and end all, though it never happened. Though in everyday life, people were always suspicious of him, when he was trying to mingle in and be unnoticed he was the perfect chameleon. Still, skilled as he may be at it, he became bored of it quickly and spent the time he was sat around watching people plotting how he was going to make their accident happen. That was the part that took real skill, it may have seemed pretty twisted to anyone who knew what was ticking through his mind as he sat monitoring his next job but he didn't think of it as killing someone, he completely separated the fact they were people from the job he did, rationalized it as if it was nothing at all. In his mind, he wasn't a killer, certainly not in the conventional term, it wasn't like it gave him any joy he just, didn't care because he didn't think about it, he didn't even find out the peoples names, or anything much about them more than their daily routine so he could plan how to remove them as a threat to his employer. He didn't kill people, he merely silenced them, permanently. Today the person he was watching wasn't someone he wanted to silence at all, it was someone of interest for a different reason, he needed her help and he was just making sure she was who she said she was, and trying to gauge if he trusted her and believed she could do the job he needed done by her, he wasn't about to tell some complete stranger what his line of work was and further info before he had vetted her over.

The woman Declan had been trailing would have seemed quite normal to anyone who passed her by, nothing she'd done since Declan began observing her was all that suspicious, something that went in her favor from where he was sat in the corner of the coffee shop, tapping away on his own laptop but not paying much attention to anything going on on his screen. He rolled his eyes a little as he looked up to see a guy hovering over the red head. Could he not tell by the laptop and the single table that she wasn't wanting to be bothered? Never mind taking into account the way she had little to no interest in anyone or anything going on around her. Read the signs, seriously. Even so, he sat back, subtly watching the scene unfold, only being able to guess what was being said, though it wasn't hard by the look on her face, and the reaction on the guys. It was beyond comical to see the guy get blatantly shot down. By this point he was quite sure he had wrapped his head around the basics of what she was about and was pretty sure she was the kind of person he needed for the predicirment he was in.

He had stood and was half way between where he had been sat and where she was still perched when she complained to herself, close enough to clearly hear what she said. "Why wouldn't they, with such an inviting demeanor" the comment was blunt and sarcastic as he pulled a chair up, not even giving her the chance to reject him an invite to sit with her. Unlike the guy who had just scuttled off with his tail between his legs and his pride no where to be seen, Declan was dressed reasonably well, as he almost always way when he was working, his suit jacket was laid back at his seat in the corner, the top button of his white shirt undone and his black tie a tiny bit loose making him look like some business man just off from work. Or at least that was the look he was going for. He sat himself in the seat he had now put across from her and rested his clasped hands on the table with an arrogant air of confidence. "Everly Davenport, right?" he didn't need to ask this question for himself, he knew it was her, he said it for her benefit, to make her curious as to who he was, because with curiosity coursing through her she was going to want him to stick around to cure it.

Words: 800ish | Status: finished | Muse: so-so | Notes: Hope this is ok, I haven't play a character quite as screwed up as him before.

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[everly may davenport]

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sweeter than heaven, hotter than hell

She was faintly hypocritical, though if any one called her that to her face she’d use her polished and painted nails for more then just looks. While rejecting men was like dusting dirt from her shoulders, being rejected turned her emotions into that of an anger snake. The sharpest of double edged swords and that was the way she liked it. It had hardly fazed her that the plaid shirt guy had attempted to sweet talker. Granted he hadn’t gotten very far, Everly knew what came after the cute try to keep her company. Failed flirtations and charms. And it was awkward, not only for the man to endure but for her as well. She, after all, was the innocent lady that had to deal with all the rambling and the uselessness of an incompetent man. He wouldn’t have even ranked on her desperate list. And Everly rarely got desperate. When she was, she would go out a find someone suitable herself, kind of like shopping for her proper kind of guy without having to spend money. The red head was quite the vixen when she willed it but as it were, she working and there was a certain time a place. Which was never for plaid shirt.

It wasn’t hard to notice that the new shadow that befell her was different than the man from just before. Eyelids closed over her crystal eyes, only to snap open as words filled her ears. This time with no patience, the red head release some of her fire from the interruption earlier, her sweet voice dripping with sarcasm, “Clearly my demeanor could use some improvement, it keeps attracting bothersome men.” She was about to add a snide little ‘like you’ comment but her thought was cut short by the way he pulled himself over a chair and sat down. This was exactly what was supposed to be avoided. There was work to be cataloged and finished off, not men. Though, if she was being fair, he was rather cut; trim sports jacket, fitted white collar shirt and even a business tie to boot. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t the man look more like khakis and plaid shirt? Everly scrunched her nose in a frown before relaxing and sliding her finicky eyes from the last button on his shirt, which she could see beyond the table, all the way up to his own blue eyes. Intrigue sparked somewhere at the base of her mind. As she watched his say her name, the redhead didn’t even blink. She didn’t know him, or at least he wasn’t familiar, but he knew her. “Yes, though you are going to have to give me your name,” she stated, raising an assessing brow at him, “you see, you seem to have forgotten your name tag for this round of speed dating.” As if in amusement of her own joke, her red lips curled in a smirk, which was used to cover up most of her curiosity.

If he was insistent on staying put, there wasn’t much she could do about it. Besides, what kind of woman would she be if she didn’t indulge in the sight of an attractive male? Sparing her gaze away from the man for a moment, she ran her fingers over some the keyboard again, saving her information and pulling up a page for designer shoes that she used as her cover when someone got to close. “You’re going to have to keep talking to keep my attention, Blue Eyes,” she had spoke as she scrolled down on her page, actually mildly interested in a pair of heels on the screen. But she tossed her head to the side to look at him again, hair sweeping over one shoulder. He was still a mystery and Everly was a never a woman for surprises. The tip of her tongue curled in habit over her top lip as she thought, “For one, you can explain why you are seated there,” she lazily pointed a nail at his end of the table and continued just as offhandedly as before, “when I certainly don’t remember asking you to be.” She wasn’t in the right mood to be social. But it was a better time than any to take a well deserved break; her fingers were awfully exhausted after clacking away at high speeds. And the interest in the blonde, well dressed, man in front of her that she tried to hide was reluctantly growing. She liked secrets, not puzzles and he was an enigma. It was a bother, really, but not wholly underappreciated. If anything, it showed plaid shirt what kind of men she was turned on by. And if blue eyes could keep her attention rapt with those words of his, then maybe she'd warm up to his sudden appearance.

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[declan luther douglas]

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EXPLOSIONS ON THE DAY YOU WAKE UP NEEDING SOMEONE
AND YOU'VE LEARNED IT'S OK TO BE AFRAID
BUT IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

Being rejected wasn't something Declan was all too familiar with, not because people didn't turn him down but because he never did much to get rejected for. With women he tended to let them come to him, he never really figured they were worth the bother they brought half of the time and on the occasion he did, they never stuck around for long either because he didn't let them or because they had under estimated how deep that dark and mysterious part of him really was and couldn't handle it. There was also the fact that Declan wasn't even sure he was capable of feeling things for people, the same way he lacked the feeling of remorse he seemed to lack them for feeling love too, or as far as he had observed, there wasn't anyone he had loved, not even his family, the closest he had ever got was his aunt and that was simply because she took him in and didn't beat seven bells out of him, not because she was an especially good person to him she was still the only person who had shown him even the tiniest bit of care. It was his aunt who had brought him to that coffee shop that day, it was her who had forced him to track down Everly in the first place, because he needed her expertise in the area of shutting people up, an area his silencing skills had never had to touch on before.

Despite his need for this girls help, he still wasn't completely sure about her, he wasn't sure if he could trust her and he wasn't sure if he thought she was up to the job in the first place. She had been recommended to him by a source of his but his level of trust in anyone over anything was minimal at best so he wasn't ever going to just take someones word of the woman's skills he needed to see some kind of proof before he could go ahead and hire her. "Not to bruise your ego but I didn't come over because of your demeanor, nor did I take this spot opposite you for the reason Mr. Casual bothered you." he said flatly with as blank a facial expression as you could possibly imagine. He didn't doubt that she assumed his presents in front of her was to hit on her, not that he had failed to notice how attractive she was, he was human and a man after all plus he had a certain soft spot for fiery red heads and she was certainly fiery; under any other situation he would have been much less formal towards her, he just had more important things to think about and address. Despite trying, a small smirk crept onto his lips at the next reel of things she said, so fiery and witty, he hadn't planned to give her a name at all but he already found himself liking her, she was clearly not a well to do person and he appreciated that in a girl. "Funny. Though, I didn't take you for the type to speed date, can't see you being the most successful either, don't know if anyone's told you but your aren't all that good at giving of a first impression." real nice guy, though the underlining sarcasm made it a little less harsh. "But if you must know my name it's Declan" he wasn't about to introduce himself in full, not because he wanted to hide his identity, though he doubted, even in her line of work, she would ever find him full name or not, thanks to the fact he didn't even exist in any database anymore thanks to some wise guys handy work within the mob, he just liked to have the upper hand on the conversation in as many ways as he could.

As she fussed on her computer his eyes didn't wander to consider what was on her screen, he couldn't really care less if he tried about what she was doing, no doubt some sort of work but to what end he didn't care to know. "I'd say I'm holding your attention pretty well if you're already noticing my eye color" he mused, she wasn't fooling him either way, his entrance to her table had done as he planned and left her too curious to get rid of him though he wasn't sure how that long would last. "Of all the questions you want an answer for, you chose that, not 'how does this complete stranger know who I am and that you rich enough to consider those shoes because you siphon money out of your father for reasons more than because he loves his little princess" Declan had done his research, it hadn't been all that hard to find out where her money came from, the rest was educated guess work from what little information he had dragged up about her family. He had no idea why she seemed to get so much money of her old man but since she was the only one receiving it, he doubted it was just an allowance. "But if you must know, I don't remember mentioning I cared what you thought of me sitting here or not. Hence why I didn't ask permission." he probably wasn't going the right way of getting her to warm to him, but he certainly didn't care either.

Words: ish | Status: finished | Muse: so-so | Notes: Well, he's not going to make that easy, evidently.

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[everly may davenport]

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sweeter than heaven, hotter than hell

The nerve of the man in front of her had her internally fuming. her head was trying to coop with the two feelings at the same time. the attraction and yet the annoyance. She was all for confidence in the opposite sex, it was one of things that she sought for in lovers, but there was a line when it bothered her. it only started to unnerve her when the guy started to compete with her level of cockiness, as much as she would like a man to have some control over her, everly liked to think that confidence was where she reigned. still, she'd take this man's company over plaid shirt's any day. uninteresting men were what drove her to her high standards.

but, besides her posh preference, everly was still crossing out the handsome man's reasons for sitting with her. it was puzzling. her thin eyebrows curved as she drew lines between what he said and his possible reason for chatting her up. So far all she truly knew was that he wasn't here to try flirting and he wasn't here because she was a nice person. Not that she though that the last one was even possible, she may try to be innocent but she knew well enough that she wasn't the best at being bubbly and sweet. and if wasn't going to try to charm her, she might as well quell her small desire to see his reaction if she toyed with him. as he continued on her quick wit for his name, she curled her smiles in a knowing, border-lining devious, smile when her first impression was critiqued. she'd have to be a blonde to not know she was bad at them, though, he wasn't the best at them either. "says the man who's first impression is sitting where ever he pleases and not giving a damn," she leaned her head to let some of her hair tumble over one side of her eyes. a small breathed resembling what most would confuse for an airy giggle, pulled out of her voice as she finally got a name from him. "Declan," she played with the name on her lips, adding a more husky tone then necessary just to tease. too bad she needed a last name to even consider digging up the skeletons in his closet.

It made her wary. Declan must have known what he was doing had he only given his first name. how many Declans were there in the world? probably too many to have to sift through to find the right one. wasn't he just a clever boy. it only made his own mystery grow; it was really starting to tick her off. she wasn't sure she'd like the surprises that he had to be hiding. "don't flatter yourself, i notice the little things." everly flashed him a smile, partly genuine and part mocking. he wasn't special to her and she was keen on proving it. her light blue eyes started pinned on him as she continued just as haughtily, "take plaid shirt for instance, since you sat down, he's stopped joking with his friends. seems to me that someone is jealous that i'll sit with you and not him." she had noticed that the laughter at the other table had stopped awhile ago. she always felt sherlock holmes-ish when she could find answers in the smaller things that others though couldn't relate. however, her smugness only lasted a brief moment before nearly everything on her face crumpled. surprise, declan knew something that no one should. her eyes turned to icicles and she snapped her attention to her coffee mug, her features hardening as not to allow anymore slips. she knew he wasn't a cop, not even undercover, but her suspicions were still high. Everly had half the mind to dump her steaming drink on him and walk away. an urge she was sure ran uncovered over her eyes. but she knew better then to throw a fit, it was childlike and frowned upon, she would have no part of that. she'd play this out carefully and unwaveringly; decaln had come for her darker line of work, she was now sure of that, so she'd give him business. after he had finally answered her actual question, she closed her laptop and looked pointedly at him. "i can deal with you the same way i deal with my father," she wanted to smirk viciously but she held it in, "add a little pressure and everyone has a price one way or the other. you'd be surprised at how pale people get when a simple librarian like me can shove the skeletons out of their closets." all the curiosity from her was gone and she was left, arching an eyebrow at him as if to ask what exactly he wanted from her.

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[declan luther douglas]

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EXPLOSIONS ON THE DAY YOU WAKE UP NEEDING SOMEONE
AND YOU'VE LEARNED IT'S OK TO BE AFRAID
BUT IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

Declan had always had a unique talent at getting under peoples skin, he knew all the right buttons to press and liked to think he could read a person well enough to guess how they may react to certain things. He was a stickler for detail and noticed even the tiniest things, it was part of his job, to be aware of everything going on around him and to notice every person around him. It came natural to him now, he could gauge a room of people without even thinking about it, when he was first 'recruited' by the mob he had been sloppy, not diligent enough and got himself into some seriously tight situations, nearly got himself caught a bunch of times but he was the type who learnt for him mistakes quickly and never made them more than once, after years of it he was a pro and maybe one of the best in the business, not that anyone really knew that. He was an enigma in most every sense of the word, he didn't exist, not really, every record of his birth, his education, his family, home town, driving licence, passport and everything in between had been erased and only the best of the best hackers would be able to unearth even a shred of proof that he existed. Of course he had some forms of identity, but none of them were real, they were dead ends if you ever followed those. This was why he didn't keep a lot of company, it was hard to have lots of friends when you weren't technically even a person, not that his personality would allow him to make many friends anyway, people were generally put off by how dark he really was.

Declan was under no illusion that the first impression he gave off to Evely and just everyone else wasn't the most desirable, he was cold and about as friendly as a rabid dog but there were people who found his mysterious ways endearing to a point. Not that he particularly cared either way, he had never been one to care about anything anyone though or said about him, it was the way he had involved as a child, to let everything anyone said to or about him to just slide off him like butter. No one had ever really been all that nice to him as a child, didn't have any friends really, no family, well at least not a family that gave a damn so it was a necessity that he became the way he was, if anyone ever got to know him enough to know where this person he was came from, they might understand it but that wasn't likely to happen. No one had ever got that close to him, no where near, it might even be possible, people never seemed able to stick around that long to see because no one could put up with him for long enough or he couldn't put up with them. "It may not be a likable first impression but it's an honest one, I don't give a damn, not just about where I sit but about anything, including but not limited to a single thing you think of me." the only reason that wasn't quite true was because he needed her to think of him, and for whatever she though of him to keep her there and interested in staying in his company. He rose his brow a little when she repeated his name but didn't voice any of his sarky comments on why she'd had to do that.

Declan knew exactly what he was doing, he was a perfectionist in many ways and he planned each and everything out before he did it, he had planning this meeting with her out while he'd been tailing her and doing his research. So far it was going as planned. He nodded, not seeming all too impressed by her explanation of how she was just a perceptive person, he didn't doubt that she was but she had failed to notice him before he wanted her to, though that said more about him and his skills rather than her lacking in hers. He could have shoved that in her face too but decided to let it lie for the time being and just agree with her. "Did you also notice the faint tan line on his ring finger showing he's either recently divorced or just doesn't like wearing it?" Declan's awareness of the world around him and the details in it were near perfect though you could say he cheated with his photographic memory. He was doing his best to really get under her skin, poking her with things he knew she wouldn't want anyone to know, never mind some stranger was going to rile her up and he wanted to gauge e how she took it, and he was kind of just doing it for the fun of seeing her squirm. Her reaction was enough to send a hint of a smirk to his lips, despite him fighting it. The look in her eyes made it obvious he had really itched at some raw nerves, just as he had planned, they also screamed out how much she wanted to hurt him right then and there in some way or another and he wouldn't have been surprised if she went to swing for him or, by the way she was clutching at that mug, threw the content, and maybe even the mug at him. As well as making her irate, him mentioning her money from her father proved he knew enough about her to hold it as his own blackmail, he liked to feel that even if he didn't have the upper hand, he at least had a level playing field, if he told her his secret, who was to say she couldn't use it to blackmail him back. "I don't doubt it, if I were the type to be afraid I'm pretty sure that face I just got would have put the fear of god in me." his tone still plain and even a little patronizing. "How about we go for a walk, with your little admirer and the barista constantly looking our way I'm sure we would both be better off else where." he sat back in his chair now and waited for her to make a decision.

Words: ish | Status: finished | Muse: so-so | Notes: finished it now, sorry for the not finished state i left it. i was ready to fall asleep.

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[everly may davenport]

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sweeter than heaven, hotter than hell

Maybe the library wasn’t as appealing after all. At least not right now when she was hosting a not so gentleman around her age, or so she gathered. At the library there were hardly any attractive men worth her while, the occasional college kid but Everly wasn’t much into being a cougar. The books on the shelves were mild company when she wanted them. Nothing too special when the redhead had nearly scanned through every spiral bound story. The thing that was so appealing about the library was that she knew where everything was and what everything was about. With people she had not the time to waste getting to know them unless they kept her rapt attention or stuck around enough times. Books didn’t change or cheat or talk back in any rude way. People on the other-hand…. Maybe it was just the kind of people she hung around and grew up with, but most of them were unreliable. Her actual friends were barely there. Enough to count on one hand and she was good, no need to carry around extra relationships to drag her down. Not that she cared that she had the fewest and not closed friends in the world. All her friends were strategic. In the police department, in a bank, and a few others here and there, they helped her get off scotch free from any suspicion. But she was told that her vain personality wasn’t the best for most to put up with anyways.

However, Declan clearly didn’t care if she was the Queen of England or the leader of the KKK. It bothered her that someone wasn’t drawn to her in one way or another. And he wasn’t leaving either, which was a blessing and a curse. Rolling her eyes at his explanation about first impressions the fiery woman bit her tongue from commenting. She knew he was lying about not caring completely about what she may think. To herself, Everly mused over the thought of sleeping with him. Had she actually told him that he’d have probably of cared. Most men wouldn’t be so mindless when it came to sex, she was sure. A private smirk hooked up one side of her coral colored lips at the thought. It wasn’t an entirely false thought either. And that’s saying something since Everly is never so liberal with who she shares bed with. The small idea stayed dormant in part of her mind as they went on to exchange verbal blows. But her frustrated mounted more after Declan seemingly could resist showing her up again. Jaw clenching, the redhead listened as the man pointed out a place where a ring once was on plaid shirt’s finger. To be honest, she hadn’t noticed. And to be honest, she hadn’t noticed because she didn’t quite care if he was married one way or the other. “Well, then, it’s a good thing I turned him away them. Clearly if he can’t keep his own affairs in order, he doesn’t deserve to muddle with mine,” she snarked proudly, adding a superficial nod at the end of her words. He knew that he was stepping on her nerves, she could see it on his face, and he almost looked happy about it. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Or at least she was relying on that as the plan until he played a very strong card. Her father’s money. While he didn’t appear to know why she saw it necessary to blackmail her own family, him just knowing that she got extra money was enough to set off warning bells. No one had ever assumed so much about her before. It was daunting but she felt strong enough to not behave like those frantic clients she aided.

She didn’t move her gaze from him. And even through all the hardened features on her face, Everly couldn’t help a mischievously proud smile curl her lips at his first comment. A swelling pride ran up her spine at his admittance, how ever unsweetly it was delivered. But then again, she’d take what she could get from the man who seemed to have a tight bind on his…well, everything. A fraction of her relaxed at those words to hopefully not make a scene in the middle of the coffee shop. When Declan continued she frowned slightly, an unnatural unhappy curve lowered the ease on her face. He was right, they needed to leave if they wanted to discuss what they wanted to discuss. Taking the suggesting in stride, the redhead dawned a fresh face of ease and stood. As she gathered her jacket and laptop she spoke in a subtle sarcastic melody, “From speed dating to an actual date. Why,” she rounded on him, standing next to his side of the table as she leaned directly in front of his chair, “Mr. Declan, I didn’t know you worked so fast. Leaves me to wonder how much longer it will be till you plan to sweep me off my feet and ravish me in your bed.” A soft laugh breathed out of her chest as she pulled back to slide her little black laptop under her arm. It made her feel better having a little fun with the man. After his invasive comments before, it was the least she could do to mock him some. She turned then and walked out, no back glance and no other comment till they were both outside, “I’ve got all day, so explain what you want from me and why you want it. Now, please.” Back to business.

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EXPLOSIONS ON THE DAY YOU WAKE UP NEEDING SOMEONE
AND YOU'VE LEARNED IT'S OK TO BE AFRAID
BUT IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

Declan didn't 'like' a lot of people, that term was a little strong for how little he cared for people, but there were people he had respect for and wasn't as disgruntled at tolerating so being either of those things was a big deal, it may have said a lot about you as a person, and not good things but it was rare that he had anything more than indifference to anyone, so it went both ways, if he disliked you then that also took a lot. Declan didn't generally care about people, not even a little bit, he didn't care what people thought of him, he didn't care what people thought in general, he didn't care what happened to anyone or what they may or may not have been through, he was a true loner in that he didn't have any real feelings about anything but himself and the little cold world he lived in. He liked to be alone and the only time he preferred to be around other people was when he was sleeping with them, well, not sleeping, having sex, actually sleeping with people, well he didn't do it, even if girls overstayed their welcome he didn't sleep, he'd get up and do other things, like work out or play a video game. Who knew why, it could have been because the act of sleeping in the same bed as someone was just to intimate or maybe it was because he didn't trust to sleep next to someone, always someone he didn't know well. The only time Declan cared about anything people though it was when it directly impacted him. Like if someone thought about coming after him or doing something for him, like this red head, he cared whether she thought she was going to do this for him or not, and because of that, he cared what she thought of him because it may influence her decision.

It wasn't that Declan wasn't aware how hot she was, he didn't fail to notice anything so he wasn't going to miss that and had the situation been different he may have acted different towards her but he had a thing about mixing pleasure with business, he didn't do it, no matter how hot some girl was and how much she was his type, and not just in looks, Declan couldn't stand a woman who couldn't handle herself, they type of damsel in distress, ditsy, 'I'm cute' types were his worst nightmare and he stayed as far away from them as he possibly could, Evely in front of him clearly wasn't one of those types. He also loved a woman with a bit of attitude, a lot of people didn't know how to react to him but Evely bit back at him with everything he said, he appreciated that in a woman. It was almost a shame that she had to be put into the business category but he wasn't about to linger on that and dwell. "Clearly" was all he said with a knowing and mocking smirk on his lips at her subtle frustration at the fact he had shown her up and picked up something she hadn't. Everything Declan did was carefully considered, he was revealing something about himself, that he was exceptionally perceptive too but he wasn't just doing it to make her feel like he was better than her, he was doing it to make her understand he wasn't someone to underestimate in anyway. Not that being perceptive was a very threatening trait but it could be when it came to knowing things, and using those things against people and she of all people should know that.

Declan hadn't meant his comment as a compliment but he'd had a feeling she may take it as one, as he would have had it been from someone else at him, he prided himself at being intimidating, mysterious and such so when people pointed it out, though it may have been pointing out the obvious it filled him with a hit of, maybe not pride but something inside him grateful for the recognition. He just smirked back at her when she got up and stood awfully close to him, he wasn't exactly going to be disappointed at this kind of little game "Only if you play your cards right, Miss Davenport" he said in a husky, sultry way. He stood up once she stepped away from him and glanced in the direction of the barista "Hey, watch my shit would you, Liz?" the nosy middle aged woman gave him a knowing nod and with that he made for the door just behind the red headed vixen, he gave a provoking nod to plaid shirt on his way out, just for good measure, as if him sitting with Everly wasn't going to be enough to ruin the guys day going by his less than pleased face. Once outside he walked next to her and looked at her with that same smug smirk of his when she spoke again "Why aren't you demanding. I'd ask you how I know I can trust you but I am sure I've assured that, but you should probably know, it wasn't that hard to find out about your's and your daddies deal. Just a warning." he was far too big for his own boots at times but he liked rubing her the wrong way too much and that obviously got to her "Anyway. I need your help shutting up my aunt. I'd do it myself but, well, she's one of the few people I can't for my own reasons. She knows what I do for a living, and that could be good for business, and for me. So I need her to stay away from the cops." he said plainly, vague as ever. He didn't love his aunt, or even care all that much but he felt he owed her too much to just dispose of her because she unfortunately stumbled onto her nephews career. He had loyalty to her, she was the only person and this was about as far as it reached, not killing her, the same way she hadn't left him to rot in some orphanage. He figured this made them equal, him sparing her, in his little warped mind.

Words: ish | Status: finished | Muse: so-so | Notes: xD

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