Re: quicklog: eddie/muerte
[It felt cliche, but that touch made their eyes slip closed for a second, leaning into it.] I know... [It may've been before they met, but things were different back then. Muerte was able to read the path of people's lives back then. Eyes opening again once Eddie's hand fell away, and gaze locked on Eddie with a little too much intensity. And the next confession was hoarse and a little desperate.] I feel like, if it's still there... like I'd have to carve it out. [They didn't realize that they had the fingers of one hand digging into the soft hollow beneath sternum.
And then their gaze was broken again by a long blink and a shaky inhale.] Fuck. ...sorry. [And then there were steps between them again. Suddenly.]