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Liam (snowclaw) wrote in mercycovelogs,

Edith. Surprisingly, Edie didn’t wrinkle her nose at the full use of her name. It rang differently when Garrick said it, rang in a way that she’d never admit she liked. He made it sound forbidden. She laughed at the question, looking around as if seeing if anyone was nearby, and then leaned in whispering as if not wanting anyone to hear. “Even if it was, I think you’d like it that way.” She had a feeling that Garrick liked a statement—a subtle statement, the kind that seemingly took very little effort. And it did, Garrick was effortless in every movement, and every spoken word made. Edie half hated it.

She clinked the glasses together, bringing it to her lips and swallowing slowly, aware of his unyielding gaze over her. Her tongue ran over her lips, preemptively preventing a red ring to stain. “Making it worthwhile?” Edie echoed, amused and curious. “Well, then. You’re not very hard to please.” She leaned forward, perching her chin on her hand. “I, on the other hand, am.”