Re: muerte/eddie quicklog
[It was only a matter of seconds, though over a dozen of those panicked breaths from Eddie. The world continued on, accepting everything in the same way Bart had, but the sounds of too-fast breathing still echoed around the space.
And then there was another rush, wind and rustling, skirts against Eddie's legs, and she was there. Standing too close, with wide eyes, wild hair, one hand reaching up to lay flat against Eddie's chest, pressing firm even as her fingers trembled.]