Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
May raised her teacup to her lips to hide the snatch of smile that did its best to make itself known. "Oh? I'm someone's worst nightmare?" From behind the rim of silver, she pushed shock into her voice, like she couldn't imagine ever being someone's bad dream. Like she didn't have experience of being just that. At least in a different lifetime - the memory of priests' glares and the self-crossing of those scandalized by her (while their wives or sisters or daughters came to her for help). But those days were years apart from a morning in Eddie's yard, and her own eyes were warm as she took another sip of her tea.
As Eddie gazed out at the forest, May closed her eyes, listening to the world around them. Breeze in leaves, early-rising birds, the gentle jangle of the dog's collar and tags. She shifted just enough to slip her feet out of the gardening clogs she wore, digging her toes into the grass beneath the table. "Mm." It was only a soft sound to acknowledge that she'd heard him at first, and then she pried one eye open again, glint between lashes. "Why would I want to make it easier by telling you those things?" She opened both eyes then, just enough to watch him as she took another sip of her tea.