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The Fear of Love (Eddie/Scarecrow w/Effie Log)
(Note: NSFW: mentions of torture, blood, gore, domestic abuse and creepy rhymes that involve dead children)
Edward grunted as he sat in the office of the Asylum, one he knew all too well. There were one hundred and fifty tiles on the ceiling, the carpet was in pristine condition, the oak desk had many a stab mark or blemish from a bullet fired into it. Everything about the room said volumes to the man it belonged to.
The man that had managed to capture and hold Edward’s heart. Or what was left of it.
The couch had seemed the suitable seat of option, considering his condition.
He was still pissed that he had been sedated by Jonathan and despite feeling bad for shooting his partner, Edward chalked it up to having been deserved.
How was Eddie supposed to know there were tranquilizers in the gun instead of actual bullets? It was self-defense and an accident. Edward was full of accidents, but it didn’t matter.
Soon his plans would come to fruition and he could be happy. Once he had a dominant legacy, he could rest easier and take things slower. The climax was long-coming, but he would revel all the same when the moment came.
He breathed out a sigh of hope for things to come, and rubbed his long fingers absently over his re-set injury.
( The Fear of Love )
Edward grunted as he sat in the office of the Asylum, one he knew all too well. There were one hundred and fifty tiles on the ceiling, the carpet was in pristine condition, the oak desk had many a stab mark or blemish from a bullet fired into it. Everything about the room said volumes to the man it belonged to.
The man that had managed to capture and hold Edward’s heart. Or what was left of it.
The couch had seemed the suitable seat of option, considering his condition.
He was still pissed that he had been sedated by Jonathan and despite feeling bad for shooting his partner, Edward chalked it up to having been deserved.
How was Eddie supposed to know there were tranquilizers in the gun instead of actual bullets? It was self-defense and an accident. Edward was full of accidents, but it didn’t matter.
Soon his plans would come to fruition and he could be happy. Once he had a dominant legacy, he could rest easier and take things slower. The climax was long-coming, but he would revel all the same when the moment came.
He breathed out a sigh of hope for things to come, and rubbed his long fingers absently over his re-set injury.
( The Fear of Love )