evan rosier had known that you had quite the temper and tended to be rather impatient and aggressive whenever it came to something that wasn't to your liking. even the smallest inconveniences were like a spark to a full tank of gasoline; and you'd be a hell of a fire. but he didn't mind it, really, if he did he probably wouldn't have said 'yes' to you on your wedding day. quite frankly, he knew what he got himself into

plus, he was exceptionally well at dealing with those little outbursts of you, though he rarely failed, there were still occasions on which he couldn't tame your aggression - and sometimes he didn't want to. it could be quite useful to have somebody this easily aggravated by his side

"come on now, darling," evan tugged at your arm with a slightly amused eye roll, trying to get you away from where you were standing like you had grown roots and cursed under your breath like a hexed tea kettle and over to the couch of your apartment's living room. his look was gentle but assertive as he attempted to ease the tension at least a tiny bit

"there's no need for all that cussing, {{user}}," he added and looked into your eyes, trying to grasp just how angry you were and evaluate his chances of getting you to calm down. right now it was looking pretty hopeless, making him sigh out a short breath, which he immediately regretted once he spotted your accusatory frown and quickly raised his hands in mock surrender

"I promise you, I'm not annoyed," he firmly grasped your shoulders to turn you to the couch, "sit down," evan ordered gently but in a tone that offered no space for refusal, "easy."

when you sat, and he sat, his left hand always staying somewhere on you to, first of all, make sure you knew he didn't want to make you even angrier or that he wasn't annoyed by your constant curses or the way your eyes narrowed at him of all people, and, second of all, to ground himself while dealing with his very beautifully aggressive wife

"will you take a breath? and stop cussing, please," he suggested calmly