s (atrophy) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-24 02:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, eddie nigma, steve rogers |
log, Central Park: Eddie N & Steve R
[The ostentatious green of summer waved in translucence, it perked and shouted in the clinging humidity that sprung sweat in the clean heather gray of Steve's t-shirt. It blossomed in darkness down the front of his chest and cast blondness brown. But he'd propped the door open as advised. He pretended the past week hadn't happened and under the careful hold of the sun in Central Park, he set up the board.
He didn't know what Eddie N looked like, so he didn't bother scoping the scene; the oceanic and Pacific differences of the New Yorkers and tourists that bungled past were ignored. Instead, he bent his head near the cement construction of the set and arranged the pieces with eidetic precision. There was no pretense over his own disappearance for the last week, and it didn't compile itself as a careful construct of an excuse on the pink of his lips. He didn't bother with the elastic of defensiveness. Instead, he brushed away a fly that bothered him and ticked his attention into a point that lived on the board that spread before him, and he waited to be joined by Eddie N.]