Winslow Xavier
Filthy with a lot more than just dirt, sir. Winslow felt his fists bulging behind his back, taking ever iota of strength to hold his wrists. His nails dug into skin as a pained smile overtook his features. Why he keeps coming back I will never know...and now with...with Eva Junior...He's gonna leave again. I know it. I can't have that stress on her, not when the little baby is still growing...Winslow recalled the horror stories his mother told onto him, how difficult it was to keep a baby. Winslow was one out of several attempts that miraculously made his way into the world, and he didn't want Eva to lose a piece of her. A piece that he knew she was already head over heels in love with. If Dean even threatened to break her heart, threatened to cause her any physical stress...
Winslow wondered if Bea knew how to assist in the emasculation of a grown man. The thought put a smile on his cold demeanor. "I've been taking good care of both girls." He claimed, voice cheery and welcoming. He had learned how to bite down on his irritation. No stress for his sister. Nor for the girl he loved above all earthly things(seriously, Bea was his freaking partner in crime, couldn't be angry around her, no sir.)
"Lunch sounds lovely." Eva beamed, her eyes darting briefly to her stomach. She patted it lovingly, although one could simply figure her love for food triumphed all else in God's green, zombie infested earth. Winslow's smile remained cruelly etched along his demeanor until Dean left, his body slumping with relief as he shook up the charade, his throat raw and unforgiving for holding back his words.
"Jesus Christ." Winslow muttered, accompanying the words with a brief sign of the cross over his chest. Eva's small body threatened to collapse into itself as she shrunk, holding the chocolate close to her chest and staring down at the gift, eyes glazed over with an undetermined emotion. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"What do I tell him?" She nearly whimpered, glancing up to Winslow for help. For something. For anything. Winslow simply shook his head, approaching her and adjusting the blanket over her shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.
"Nothing for right now. Okay? Take this at your pace, Zig." The old nickname felt old and foreign upon his tongue, but nevertheless it brought warmth into his chest. Releasing her, he turned to Bea with an attempt of a grin.
"Alright, you know the drill queen Bea. We bring out the ball buster if..."
"Win?"
"How about the Bullystick generator?"
"Win!" Evangeline exclaimed, both hands over her mouth as she had to contain a very restrained giggle. Guilt creased at her eyes, the grotesque image threatening every nerve of her body with laughter.
'Laugh! Laugh you joykiller!" Winslow hopped at the opportunity to grasp his friend(gently for his little itty bitty nephew). "Bea! Help me tickle this fair maiden, we must make her laugh! Laugh I say!" Exclaiming this, it didn't take long for Evangeline to double over, grasping Winslow's sleeves to keep her upright. Finally, she let out a giggle.
"Don't threaten my boyfriend's -
"Baby maker?" Winslow grinned, only to receive a harsh blow to his ribs. He cradled his torso, groaning as he collapsed to his knees.
"Bea...bea...I've been shot...A...avenge me...."
Winslow, on his knees and doubling over to cradle his stomach, heard footsteps far to late. Blinking, his eyes flickered up to meet a cleansed up Dean, a blush creeping onto his demeanor. "Alright ladies I am going to exit the child's pose and uh..." Stretching out his back to straighten, his eyes brightened up. "Oh, hello, your darling girlfriend had the audacity to push me do-..."
"Shut up you nerdling." Evangeline rolled her eyes, offering her hand to help him up.
"She's a sociopath that one." Winslow chuckled, realizing that his assistance soon turned harsh and she yanked him up to his feet. "Ow, ow, ow. See what she does to me? Good God."