Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
[She nodded, content enough to let his suit be drooled on if he was.] What did they name her?
[Sitting in a rocking chair was always tricky. Even without a child in your arms, it was impossible not to rock. She kept one heavily booted foot on the floor, toes just resting there for the movement, and tucked the other leg up. Her jeans were torn and worn in places that showed through skin almost too pale to be believed, but it didn't bother her at all. Her rocking wasn't as steady as Eddie's, but she was always moving at least a little.
And then she laughed, shaking her head. The sound was quiet, even if Marcus hadn't have been in Eddie's arms. And a little out of practice.] Turtles? [Her eyes were bright as she shook her head.] It'd serve you right if I told you that there was. The entire mass of existence turned into a turtle. [She shook her head again, her laughter dying away. Her eyes grew distant again for a bit, remembering. And then she sighed.] Nothing as exciting as that, no. It was just... nothing. Quiet. It was done. [Her gaze appeared to be focused on the floor near his feet, but her expression was far, far away. And {in that moment] ancient.]