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Yona needed to know.
Edgar had no idea, truly, if it'd fuck with her the way it had with him. Sometimes, they were of the same exact same mind, train babies down to the bone. Sometimes, the things that fucked him up left Yona as serene as she ever was.
The capsule in his pocket, its little red message. There was so little he could predict with that one.
"Yona," he called to the general area of the apartment. Edgar waited a second and then walked toward the hall closet where she liked to keep herself, even after they'd moved somewhere bigger. "Little buddy?"
Edgar had no idea, truly, if it'd fuck with her the way it had with him. Sometimes, they were of the same exact same mind, train babies down to the bone. Sometimes, the things that fucked him up left Yona as serene as she ever was.
The capsule in his pocket, its little red message. There was so little he could predict with that one.
"Yona," he called to the general area of the apartment. Edgar waited a second and then walked toward the hall closet where she liked to keep herself, even after they'd moved somewhere bigger. "Little buddy?"
In his calmer moments, Edgar tried to convince himself that he ought to be past this by now. He'd been in Darrow over four years now and known that snow came and went away. Even when it showed up at unnatural times by magic or whatever fuckery was about that time or another, it went away.
Except there were fucking goblins outside. Except that Yona still had that look in her eye like they were about to face Yekaterina Bridge all over again. Except he'd barely seen sunlight in several days. It made Edgar nervous, agitated, and he knew it was spilling over to everyone else. Even the cats were probably fed up with his pacing.
Neil and Grantaire were doing their best to keep him and Yona from going totally spare. Theon–who had ended up with them by either the best or worst luck–had proved more than handy with a bow. He'd even hazard a guess that Derek had been skulking around. He wasn't alone.
That didn't make it easy.
Except there were fucking goblins outside. Except that Yona still had that look in her eye like they were about to face Yekaterina Bridge all over again. Except he'd barely seen sunlight in several days. It made Edgar nervous, agitated, and he knew it was spilling over to everyone else. Even the cats were probably fed up with his pacing.
Neil and Grantaire were doing their best to keep him and Yona from going totally spare. Theon–who had ended up with them by either the best or worst luck–had proved more than handy with a bow. He'd even hazard a guess that Derek had been skulking around. He wasn't alone.
That didn't make it easy.
No gifts to give, they're all right here
Dec. 26th, 2017 05:04 pmFor once, Edgar got out of bed first. It wasn't unusual for him to wake up early, still a light sleeper attuned to the changes of sunlight coming in through the windows and minute sounds, but usually he forced them out and hid deeper in sleep. It would have been easy to curl back up and sleep this morning, drowsy with last night's full belly and warm and content with his lovers keeping him close, but it was those exact feelings that led him to creep out of bed. He slipped into the kitchen with a mind to make breakfast for everyone or, at least, coffee and toast.
"Morning you beggars," he said, looking down at the cats who swarmed his ankles the moment they realized someone was awake and in the position to feed them. "I know, I know..."
It was quiet and the kitchen was empty but Edgar knew that the other occupants of the apartment were all nearby, which made him feel strangely at peace.
"Morning you beggars," he said, looking down at the cats who swarmed his ankles the moment they realized someone was awake and in the position to feed them. "I know, I know..."
It was quiet and the kitchen was empty but Edgar knew that the other occupants of the apartment were all nearby, which made him feel strangely at peace.
It was one of those things that continually pleased Edgar when it happened but which he was never stupid enough to take for granted. They'd all managed to stumble out of the party at the same time, Edgar and Neil spectacularly soused and Grantaire blessedly sober, and hailed a cab to get home. Tumbling into the back seat had worked out, aside from Edgar's fit of giggles before he fell onto Grantaire and Neil shortly behind. It was good though, all of them more or less happy and one of them managed to correctly remember the address to the apartment.
He couldn't actually remember who paid for the cab. Edgar took three tries to get his key in the door but he eventually managed it, laughing when the cats came running.
"Kids, we're home!" he shouted, laughing.
He couldn't actually remember who paid for the cab. Edgar took three tries to get his key in the door but he eventually managed it, laughing when the cats came running.
"Kids, we're home!" he shouted, laughing.
The new year had passed and then the first week of it and, just like that, Edgar had been in Darrow a year. He hadn't had much time to dwell on it, what with birds trying to peck the shit out of his hand, but when things got quiet he'd had the time to sit and think on it. One year had passed, one year that he shouldn't have gotten.
He'd felt like a fucking god when he realized. There he was, nothing but a Tail Section hick and he'd practically cheated death. Fucking brilliant.
Then the snow had started falling and Edgar's gut had twisted up nervously. He'd come in with a snow storm and maybe that was the thing that'd take him away too.
Sitting in his apartment, Edgar stared out at the snow falling, a hot cup of coffee in his hands. His shoulders were tense as he kept vigil, determined not to be taken by surprise. He liked Darrow. He didn't want to leave.
He'd felt like a fucking god when he realized. There he was, nothing but a Tail Section hick and he'd practically cheated death. Fucking brilliant.
Then the snow had started falling and Edgar's gut had twisted up nervously. He'd come in with a snow storm and maybe that was the thing that'd take him away too.
Sitting in his apartment, Edgar stared out at the snow falling, a hot cup of coffee in his hands. His shoulders were tense as he kept vigil, determined not to be taken by surprise. He liked Darrow. He didn't want to leave.
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Nov. 1st, 2015 01:25 am"Let's talk about something else," Edgar said. He spread his knees as well as he could in the cramped space of the back seat. This was familiar to him, negotiating how to fuck in a tight, narrow space. "Like how, someday, I think we should fuck in a bed. Just for the novelty."
[for Grantaire, cont'd.]
Aug. 18th, 2015 12:19 amFighting and fucking. Either one was guaranteed to get the blood up, but Edgar had had his share of fighting for the night, especially with Grantaire's offer of something more pleasurable. Hurrying now, he half-ran with Grantaire to his apartment. At times, he reached back and grabbed his hand but would let go if he ran too far ahead.
This wasn't like the last time he'd come home from such an assignation. Last time, he'd gone barreling into Curtis, high as a kite and singing God Save Ireland. Tonight, he's going right to his own unit and unlocking the door so that he can drag Grantaire inside for a hard, hungry kiss.
This wasn't like the last time he'd come home from such an assignation. Last time, he'd gone barreling into Curtis, high as a kite and singing God Save Ireland. Tonight, he's going right to his own unit and unlocking the door so that he can drag Grantaire inside for a hard, hungry kiss.
Somewhere on the bus, between the party he'd left and his stop at Candlewood apartments, some friendly drunks had insisted that Edgar must be Irish. Buzzing with sex and ecstasy, he'd gamely agreed and let them teach him the words to 'God Save Ireland.' He sang the words with gusto and increasing volume all the way up the stairs. Still high and giddy, he couldn't get his key to go in the lock and giddily stumbled to Curtis' door instead.
"Curtis, mate! Let me in!" he shouted, gallant and cheerful. "I learned this fuckin' great..." He laughed and banged on the door again.
"I'll sing it for you!"
"Curtis, mate! Let me in!" he shouted, gallant and cheerful. "I learned this fuckin' great..." He laughed and banged on the door again.
"I'll sing it for you!"
