Re: Muerte / Eddie
[He leaned his head against the doorway, looking at her with his big brown eyes and enjoying the scent and feeling of her magic. It always reminded him of a church. Quiet with burning candles and dying flowers by the altar. The worry in his eyes settled a little, though he was still anxious about her not feeling the same. It was a stupid, needling thought. Something he knew was his age-old insecurity that told him you're never going to be good enough.
Eddie laughed quietly and then tried to guess if she wanted to try and come inside or stay out in the hallway. It was a difficult riddle and he didn't want to get it wrong. Even if he usually did.] Would you like to smooch out there instead? I can't say I've ever kissed an Endless. Felt up a little maybe. [He gave a smarmy smirk.]