Edith Olson (skintightsecret) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-12-14 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | edith olson, tristan cadwalader |
Who: Tristan and Eddie
What: Things are beautiful and lovely and they tell each other "I love you".
When: Sunday, December 14th, night
Where: Tristan's apartment
Warnings: zilch
Status: COMPLETE
This weekend was the first time since mid-November that Eddie got to spend quality time with her boyfriend. He had work, of course, and now so did she. And then after Thanksgiving she had the added bonus of CNA training. So like a working couple, they met up when they could but otherwise kept in touch via texts and phone calls and the occasional naughty picture (her more than him, let's be real). He'd be going away in a few days to Wales, and while she was happy for him, it was hard not to pretend that she'd grown undeniably attached to his presence. Since her birthday, things had been looking up. She still had nightmares but they were infrequent, still jumped at shadows but not as often, and in the absence of her attacker's lurking and threats, felt that finally things were getting better. If he'd given up on her, that was more than alright. In the meantime she had Tristan. And as they rested in bed next to each other, her going over her training manual and him reading a book, she looked sideways at him, toying with the chain of her gold necklace, thinking about that trip to Ikea and what had been on her mind ever since. She'd lost a lot this year. But that shouldn't have made her afraid to accept what was always going to be there for her. So Eddie moved her papers to the nightstand and turned over onto Tristan, straddling him with a happy little smile. She'd borrowed one of his long-sleeved, buttoned up pajama tops, half of which the buttons were undone or in the wrong hole. "Hey. Guess what." |