edison is the (carnivalking) wrote in repose, @ 2016-02-24 08:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, eddie nelson, muerte graves |
[log: eddie/muerte]
Who: Eddie/Muerte
Where: Muerte's place
When: the day after this craziness
What: visits!
Warnings: none for now
Eddie had half a mind to go straight to Muerte's right after seeing Sasha and her new hubby. It was tempting, since seeing her twisted up like one of the rogues he used to hang out with was both difficult and strangely comforting, but Eddie didn't want to throw all his burdens on Muerte. Not after essentially making it very clear that whatever relationship she thought they had was currently non-existent. Eddie didn't know if he believed himself when he said it, he didn't really believe a lot of things that had wandered into his mind lately. Nothing in the world seemed like it was stable and those things that he thought he could rely on felt disingenuous or wrong. It wasn't the first time his heart and mind had stretched him so thinly. When he was young....he remembered feeling like this and becoming a criminal. A man he didn't want to be anymore, despite his dabbling in what felt like old times.
But, Muerte was talking to him again and he thought she'd like to see how he was doing and hear a little about Sasha. He didn't know if they could work things out. He was just desperate for her company. Something that happened frequently back in New Jersey. They'd always go through ups and downs in their friendship and he'd always get lonely with her to talk to. It was simply how things worked.
Eddie didn't bother sneaking in and didn't really care if Muerte's brother opened the door and tried to throw him out. The masochist part of himself would have probably enjoyed it. He was dressed like a man about to do shady business at the Capital in a very nice suit that was tailored to him perfectly. Those days as a shabby carnival king seemed to be over and he fell back into the safety net that was fashion, money and power. Things his father never believed he could attain, things Eddie valued because he grew up with nothing.
When she answered the door he had one hand behind his back. And, were those petals peeking out from over his shoulder?
"Muerte." He said with dark flamboyance. "I wanted to see you before I go sell my soul to the devil." Very dramatic, as always.