Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
"The King." He repeated and gave her a sly look. Modern English (not the band, hah hah) would reference the Queen before a king and only someone from a very long time ago would have said any different. But, he didn't want her to drop the accent (it was lovely and made him think of fairy tales and flower crowns), so he didn't push. He didn't push her on a lot of things, actually, and it felt a little like playing a game of Jenga. Each block had to be sussed out carefully, even if he had no idea which one would topple the whole thing.
She leaned back and he tilted closer, as if he were eager to hear any more secrets she had to share. It was a good give and take. "When I left my home, it was very similar. My family had been spread too thin, everyone had changed or died and I felt like there wasn't anything else out there for me." He nodded and then took a final sip of his tea and set it back down. "Have you ever tried going back? Any interest in it?"
He smirked at the sharp look and then avoided her gaze. Dark eyes rounding up towards the heavens. "Oh, I learnt my lesson when it comes to supernatural things." His tone wasn't convincing at all. But, then he glanced down. "To my credit, I don't taunt. I do investigate if I find it important, but I'm much too old to taunt old shadows any longer." He looked at her. "Something tells me you don't always shut your windows and bolt your doors when something strange comes along."