edison is the (carnivalking) wrote in repose, @ 2016-07-28 03:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, eddie nelson, may linwood |
log: eddie/may
Who: Eddie, May
Where: Eddie's cabin
What: flower planting
When: recently!
Warnings: probably very tame
Eddie liked early mornings. He would shamble home from working all night at the carnival, let Matilda out to explore and then sit on his front porch with a mug of coffee. It was easy to forget how insane the town was from his porch, with trees surrounding him reaching high as skyscrapers, birds waking up with sharp chirps and not a single car passing down his road. The carnival wasn't even a mile away and so sometimes he could hear the musicians play messy songs for themselves, or even the clowns laughing before they drunkenly fell asleep somewhere. It was the closest thing he got to the city and yet he was glad that he had enough distance that he wasn't always in the middle of the chaos. Eddie liked people. Eddie needed people. But, he was starting to like the quiet, too.
The coolness of the night was slowly starting to burn off as the reach of the sun's rays could be seen over the forest. The sun itself wasn't visible between the heights of trees and wouldn't be until long after Eddie went to sleep, but he didn't mind. He liked the flushed pink of sky under a lightened blue. He was even starting to like the fresh air, the curious scent of nature that stuck to his clothes like his old city cologne. It wasn't his natural habitat and it never would be, but that was why he was fascinated by people like May who seemed to thrive in the forest. Her quiet confidence made him stop and breathe, something he really didn't do enough, so he was glad she agreed to come visit him and teach him about plants.
When she arrived, he was still on the porch throwing a bright green tennis ball for his dog Matilda. He was dressed in an expensive red silk bathrobe he stole from Bruce's mansion years ago, PJ pants with killer bunnies on them and a black t-shirt with his carnival's swirling logo on it. He had absentmindedly forgot to take off his green bowler hat from the night's performance and so the whole outfit made him look like the eccentric carnie that he was. He looked up when he saw her approach and gave a smile that wasn't very big, but extremely genuine. Large gestures and blinding brightness from Eddie was almost always a bad sign unless he was on stage. This was different. Very much Oz behind the curtain.
"Good morning. Shall I fetch you some coffee?" He asked and then pointed to his dog. "She's a service dog. Won't hurt you in the least." Eddie figured people who liked flowers probably didn't like dogs, but he was looking forward to May proving him wrong.