Edith Olson (skintightsecret) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2015-02-03 14:37:00 |
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Driving to the address that Tristan had told her, Eddie's stomach was filled with knots and her head with questions. After a rough, traumatic 2014, she could see why Tristan didn't want to fill her in; why everyone walked around her like she was this fragile thing that needed protection. And perhaps up until three weeks ago she would have conceded to it. But then she killed a man in self-defense in order to save the lives of teenage twins. She had found herself in a similar situation as to what the Collector had done to her and she answered with a resounding no. Tristan had understood, though wearily. In the end, it just mattered that she was alive and the girls were safe. After that, she'd come to terms with the fact that maybe some people were just meant to have horrible things happen to them. Not because they deserved them, but because they had the strength and will to carry it and change the world for the better regardless. She had seen the ugliness the world had to offer and wanted to save lives anyway. A little uncool, this arrangement, but she no longer questioned it. And then Arkin Ford found Tristan Cadwalader and everything fell back into question. Though there was still plenty Tristan kept from her, Eddie knew about his childhood and what had set him on the good-natured and peaceful path he was on now. She knew that killing someone - for any reason, right or wrong - was going to challenge everything he'd become since he was a kid. And now, not only was he spiraling and desperate to hold onto something, the thing he was holding onto were the remnants of Ford's base, now passed to him. Eddie had spent most of her time working after she saw what happened on the news. Some nights she fell asleep crying, sleeping on his side of the bed, not knowing how to handle this news on her own. But she sometimes toyed with the necklace he'd given her, wondering where he was, if he looked down at his ring and thought of her, if he knew she was waiting for him and would go to him whenever he needed her. He needed his space - she understood that - but she had known there was so much else missing. And now she was driving to the base, tired and tense, with Tristan's latest explanation playing backgammon in her mind. Of course she was unhappy with this turn of events, but he wanted her with him and there was still so much more to see. For now he needed her and that was what got her into her car and on the road. As she pulled up to the location, she stepped out of her car. He was there, waiting for her, looking as though he himself had been stuck in the box for three days. Eddie could see how different he was and it pained her. She wasn't sure if she should go to him and kiss him until they needed air or if she should beat him up until he stopped breathing, and she was sure her unsure posture was evident. But she'd wait for him to make the first move and continue things on his terms. |