Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
He started talking about the "fancy florist", and a frown crossed May's face. She gave a sharp shake of her head, just one, a jerky movement. "I'd stay clear of her. Just... Don't go to her shop." She had yet to encounter the girl herself, but... that didn't mean she couldn't feel the awkward heartbeat of the town she'd lived near for so long. It was almost like a song, and that one was a run of out-of-tune notes. "Or the churches. There's... something not right." It was more than she'd said to anyone other than Jeze, and she tried to make the 'warning' light. It didn't work very well.
She hadn't planted with anyone for a long time. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to share with someone the way she felt with her hands in the earth. Eddie's words fell away for the moment, and that almost made May laugh as she pushed his hands down, smudging soil up past his wrist.
And when he breathed, she breathed with him. And the earth around them responded.
She wasn't sure, when she thought about it, if he was going to get it. Some people never did understand. They'd sit there with their dirty hands and an impatient look on their face until they gave up. And with all his carnival quick-talk and city rush, she wondered if Eddie was going to be the same. But then she saw it happen, the way he exhaled and let go. It was such a simple thing, to give yourself up to the earth, but so few people could find that peace anymore.
Her smile was wide when he opened his eyes again to look at her, and she nodded almost as soon as he started talking. She imagined that the place he spoke of had energy running through it that most would never notice. But he did. And now he noticed the same in the soil outside his house. She nodded again at the description of being stitched in, and when he pulled his hands back to lay them on top of the soil, she laid her own over his. Her eyes were bright, intense, but smiling. "It's the earth. She knows each of us, and has a place for everyone. Everything. She'll hold you when there's nowhere else to go." She pressed down gently, fingers matched with his (shorter but thicker), creating handprints in the dirt. "Say hello, Edison..."