love love love

[ofedenslove]

the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and ANTEROS is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of FROY GUTIERREZ, a human born on MARCH 30TH, 1997 a PISCES and named EDEN AUGUST SHORE.

name : eden shore

nicknames: edie, eds

gender: demiboy

pronouns : he/they 

sexuality : pansexual

employment : part time cashier at ambrosia juice + golden fleece thrift store

location : rock rose park 

pets : none

powers : innate charm ; safety & peace from + passive influence over pale roses ; safety & peace from keepsakes of the seas (shells, coral, driftwood)

+  𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪 , 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 , 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 .

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕪 .

Bellamy sat upright now that he placed the melodic voice. It demanded his attention, but it came with a softer plea than most even when Eden raised his voice. There was no use hiding where he was now that he’d been caught, and he could only pray that Eden wouldn’t pry as to why he’d ended up here of all places. The villa was more often than not tidy, almost as though no one lived there at all unless the party had come home with him. Even then, it seemed like the master bedroom belonged to the guests more than its owner. The sheets were tucked tightly into corners and blankets upon blankets from some lucrative bedding set would surely create a cloud of dust if they were hit hard enough under some strewn light. The softer tones of the home were sharpened with their perfect stance, from pointed pillows to crisp folding.

“That coffee is your only saving grace, Eden,” He grumbled, though even with eyes half closed he was drawn into Eden’s presence like a pup. “It’s an ungodly hour to be awake. It has to be. How are you even awake right now? I could have sworn I saw you out last night.”

“Really?” They tease, “My only saving grace?” Relieved to be met with a begrudging greeting and not a shout to get the hell out, he smiles. “I’m also adorable.” He watches as Bellamy slowly wakes, sleepy eyes blinking quite endearingly as he adjusts in the tub. It’s nice to see him before he’s fully awake, to observe him in a softer state. Eden’s always liked waking up next to people for that reason – there’s a vulnerability that comes with sleepiness, with morning yawns and mumbled good mornings, that he adores. “Glass of water between every drink,  food before bed.” They shrug, having never really been one to get all that hungover. “My head hurts a bit and I’m tired, just not enough to fall asleep in the bathtub. You make it look comfortable, though.” 

“I also brought muffins.” They hold out the coffee in one hand, the bag of muffins in the other, knees still pressed into the cool tile of the bathroom floor as they lean against the bathtub. “Chocolate chip or blueberry?” 

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩 .

     in his heart, he knew that eden was right — that whatever happened between them in the end, doesn’t take away the time that was spent together and what it all meant in the end. and he knew that eden wasn’t the type of person to hurt others, not on purpose. but somewhere in alex’s mind, his abandonment issues turned him to believe that it was all a big game to eden and once he got into that mindset, it was hard to get out of it. “ from where i’m standing, that’s pretty much what it looks like. your words are just fucking words, eden. they don’t mean anything now. ” 

As many times as he’s heard it, it still hurts just as much, Alex’s sharp tongue sending darts of agony between Eden’s ribs. He sniffs furiously, not wanting to cry this time, for once, in the face of this anger, not wanting to be weak. They’ve drawn the attention of a small crowd, familiar and unfamiliar faces alike glowing with concern, but all Eden cares about is the sharp hatred of Alex’s eyes as it cuts across the darkness. “You’re an ass, Alex, and you know it.” They spit, the insult foreign on their tongue and instantly souring in their stomach after it’s said. “You just want to hurt me back so you can feel better. You’re afraid no one will love you again so you refuse to accept that I did because that’s easier than accepting that you had love and lost it.” Though their voice shakes, they push the hurtful words out, their own burning pain causing them to lash out in a way they never do, calling upon late night conversations and vulnerabilities he knows Alex has. 

[ofedenslove]

♪

A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF EDEN —

TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS by HARRY STYLES

i got a good feeling i'm just takin' it all in floating up and dreamin' droppin' into the deep end

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕗𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕖 .

fiore doesn’t know what it is about eden, but he feels the strangest connection to them. he doesn’t believe in past lives. he’s rarely ever had déjà vu and he’s not sure if there’s really anything out there, but it feels like he’s known him for centuries, like they’ve crossed paths in a different life. it sounds crazy, but he radiates a certain energy that makes him feel at ease, relaxed, and he doesn’t think anyone has ever given him that feeling. their relationship is strictly platonic, almost like they’re brothers or something. “yes fucking way!” he exclaims right back, giving off the same vibe  –  two morons getting excited about cat mittens. he sits up excitedly, the room not completely still due to the alcohol in his system, but he ignores it and shows him all the pictures he found on a sketchy website that he’s suddenly become obsessed with. “i want all of them. in fact, i’m getting one in every color, every design. i mean, i think draco deserves it!” he smirks in his direction, grabbing a mozzarella stick and popping it into his mouth, chewing happily. he laughs at their pun, thinking it was the best thing he’s heard all day. “kitten mittens? has anyone ever told you you’re a genius?” probably not. “i wish i would’ve come up with that, but i’m like, so glad it came out of your mouth instead.”

The sudden movement takes Eden by surprise and it takes their hazy brain a few seconds to catch up, to readjust his position on the couch. Always pressing closer to Fiore, they rest their chin on his shoulder, looking down at the phone screen with a slow blink. Much like Fiore, he’s captivated by the endearing website, ignoring the questionable ads that pop up all over the screen, the scam that is likely to occur if an order is ever actually placed. Between the two of them, they have just enough common sense to remain alive – barely. “Draco deserves the world.” Eden agrees sagely, heart swelling at the thought of the sweet cat. “Which design d’you think he’ll like best? We should test it, like, put them all on the floor and let him sniff them and see which one he goes back to, y’know?” He doesn’t know if that makes sense out loud, but it does in his head, and that’s all that really matters. “Kitten mittens.” They repeat, still giggling, so easily amused – especially when they’re under the influence and cuddled up next to Fiore. “This is why I’m the smart one.” He teases, following his lead and leaning forward to grab a mozzarella stick. “Oh,” He blinks up at the television, Mario Kart flashing on the screen. “I forgot we were playing. Wanna race again?” 

[ofedenslove]

when was the last time you really had your heart broken?

Alex was definitely the last one to break Eden's heart — or, rather, Eden broke his own heart by ruining things with Alex and still regrets it. ( @ofalex )

[ofedenslove]

has eden ever written a love song?

Oh definitely! While Eden isn't particularly talented in any art form, their appreciation for love and beauty extends to art, so he's always adored music, fine art, dance, writing. I definitely think he's dabbled in all forms of art (perhaps not very successfully) and has written a whole host of terrible love poems and songs for the hundreds of people they've fallen in love with.

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕪 .

open to: everyone location: bellamy’s home, hesperides villas

The slam of the door rattled the entire bathroom, tile threatening to crack under each intruding step. The spring door stopper still cried out and its noise sent Bellamy’s heart racing. Morning light burned his eyes as it bounced off the porcelain of the tub where it broke through the overhead skylight. He’d been smart enough to lie his head opposite of where it hung over the tub, but the shadow would hardly be enough to hide him from whoever had come in. They were so loud, and he was certain this was a vengeful act— but under the influence of a hangover, anything was a threat.

He shut his eyes tightly, finger lifted to his lips as he shushed them. Whether or not they had found him already, or had any intentions of being mindful of his plea for silence, he began to drift back to sleep.

Eden’s used to running into Bellamy more frequently, having more opportunity to charm and flirt with the impossible man – so he notices when he goes a week without seeing him. So, he takes it upon himself to investigate, even if he knows that Bellamy won’t be all that thrilled to see him, even if he’s sure to be rejected. They don’t mind – they can take it. So they find themself on Bellamy’s doorstep, two coffees in their hands and a bag with muffins tucked under his arm, kicking the door hoping it’ll swing open – and, of course, it doesn’t, so he’s forced to dig out the spare key, putting the coffees down on the top step, and let himself in. 

“Bellamy!” They call as they wander into the large house. And though they’ve been here before, a few times, he’s momentarily distracted by the size of it, the obvious wealth contained between the walls. “Where the hell are you?” His voice echoes back at himself like some ghostly voice from deep within the house. Finally, thankfully, he finds Bellamy in the tub, passed out in the tub. Placing the coffees and muffins on the floor, they kneel on the floor beside the porcelain, resting their forearms on the edge and frowning down at Bellamy’s form. “Bellamy.” They whisper, dare to brush his hair back from his slightly sweaty forehead. “Wake up. I brought you coffee.” 

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕙 .

status ; open to all

setting ; mid-afternoon, the golden fleece thrift shop

ˋ°•*⁀➷☼

     try as he might, shiloh couldn’t help the appeal of the special excitement thrifting brought them - and, as a bit of a self-proclaimed/self-taught diy fashion ‘ expert ‘, it hadn’t taken them long to rope a pal into an afternoon at the golden fleece. what shiloh had failed to include them on knowing was that they could spend a very long time making selections; and so, they were now holding up the third pair of denim jeans in a row - “what about these? do you think these would work better to repurpose for the jacket? or… actually, these would look really good on you as in, you should try them on?”

Eden had only crossed paths with Shiloh a few times, but already, whenever they did, they felt a nervous sort of excitement. Something about the other, their precious smile and overflowing energy, left Eden thinking about them after they’d parted ways. So far, he’d come into the thrift shop a few times while Eden was working, each time seeming to find the best pieces and snagging them before anyone else could. He grins, blue eyes scanning the jeans in question. “Honestly, if anyone can pull those off, it’s you.” They’re a faded denim, shapeless and tattered, but Eden can picture them with a vintage t-shirt and some sneakers. “I dunno if they’d be good for a jacket, though. What makes jeans good for turning into a jacket? What do they need on their resume?” 

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕙𝕒 .

“Alright—.” Not just anyone could show Mysha unsolicited physical affection and live, but she supposed Eden wasn’t just anyone. They weren’t the only friend she’s made during her time at Magnetic, she just had a specific fondness for Eden. “Keep pushing your luck like that and you’re going to get yourself in trouble.” That she would be more than willing to pull him out of, of course. “I guess you can see another day.” Without even really realizing it she’s smiling back. What could she say? Their energy was rather infectious. It reminded her of Thiya, always soft and excitable, so it was easy for Mysha to be drawn in. “Love you too.” It comes out as a mumble. She trusted Eden enough for them to know that she meant it as well. Watching with some level of concern as he disappears and reappears, she laughs at the offer that was almost too good to pass up. “I’m good. That is exactly how you should treat every girl who comes in here asking for help though.” And she knew that they would. Mysha places her cup to the side, takes the towel from him, and takes off her jacket before patting herself down. “Don’t expect a thank you kiss back.” It doesn’t take long for her to notice how vacant the store is. “Since I’m here, is there any way I can save you from boredom this morning? It’s too wet for me to go for a run so I’m all yours.”

They’re buoyed by Mysha’s reciprocation of love ; they so often adorn others with affection, a loving sun shining over Magnetic island, but they don’t always receive it back, feel only a subconscious vacancy in the dark corners of their heart. The smile he earns from her has his heart blooming with joy, though, a deep care for his friend who, admittedly, didn’t smile all that often. While she dries herself off, Eden turns their attention to the coffee she’d gifted him, taking a grateful sip even if they don’t love the bitterness. Usually, he prefers tea, but on early mornings like this one, he needs the coffee to boost his energy – though it might not seem like it based on the animation of his movements. “Maybe one day.” They sigh dramatically, taking the damp towel back and tossing it towards the register where it lands on the floor, just short of the counter. “Y’know the first time I had coffee,” They pause for another sip. “My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to die. I was all trembly and anxious and shit. It was terrible.” With a slight crinkle of their nose, they set the coffee aside, the memory enough for them to at least slow their consumption of the drink. “Your presence is more than enough entertainment. You could always run laps around the store if you want. I’ll time you.”

[princesconsuela]

[ofedenslove]

@agrrotera 

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕜𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕒 .

⤐ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

       “Ooh… good question,” Keira nodded encouragingly, though inwardly, she tensed. If she knew how to divine the answer to that question - she’d have done so already, for herself. The same curiosity plagued her at times. “I don’t know if a card spread for that exists, so… we will read it as the first card symbolizes where you’ve come from, the center card represents where you are now, and the final… is where you should be headed. Yes?” An eyebrow quirked up, and her hands paused, selecting a card to place down first between them. Wheel of Fortune. “This card symbolizes greater forces are at work here; we are not given luck by anything but chance.. here, it may mean you come from a life of dicey luck, of changing situationships.” Keira flashed her eyes up to Eden, looking at them briefly, before the next card was drawn. She was pretty faded, and enjoying the chance to buy into her own mystic, though wondered if he was relating with any of it. Ace of Swords. “Mm, this card is a sign of force. It pushes forward; you are determined to find your place.” It came out more question than statement. Without waiting for a response; almost nervous she’d gotten too personal, Keira placed the final card down. Ace of Pentacles. “Wow, seriously?” Keira giggled, smiling at Eden. “If I were to describe you as a tarot card, this would be the one I choose. It’s an overwhelmingly positive card- it shows success, it shows ascension, it signals… new beginnings, and discoveries. What do you think? Does that give any insight?” 

“Why not just make one up?” The question is light-hearted, half-joking, but to them, spirituality has always been flexible, fluid, much like their gender. “There’s no rules, right?” With a shrug, he accepts the explanation she provides, content with her method of reading – he has little experience with tarot beyond Keira drawing cards for him. Eyes cloudy with a sleepy high shift into focus on the cards between them, curiosity sharpening blue irises like a camera lens finding the perfect frame. His slurpee is forgotten, the cozy room blurring in his periphery as he watches her hands draw the cards slowly, follows the cadence of her voice as she explains what each card means. “Yeah,” They say, a small duck of their chin serving as a nod. “I guess I am. Aren’t we all?” But she’s already moved on to the next card and Eden’s not even sure she’d heard his quiet answer. Before she’s even explained the card he’s grinning, her giggle draws a bright smile to their face. “Oh, wow. That sounds lovely.” They breath, though they hardly see themselves as successful by the standard definition. “I don’t know,” With a pensive hum, Eden leans back against the bed, eyes fluttering up towards the ceiling as he reflects on the reading. “I definitely feel….driven by some external force. I always thought it was just fate or…I don’t know, curiosity that made me wander as much as I did before I came here. I don’t know if I had dicey luck, though, I…I had a happy upbringing. I love my Moms. Just never felt settled, I guess.” The words come easily, vulnerability like a second skin to Eden – they’ve never seen the utility in building walls, were raised to connect genuinely with others and to be one with their thoughts and emotions. “I’m not that successful, though, at least not, like, financially, or in any career. I’m happy, though, I think.” He lifts his head, a small, open smile crossing the space between him and Keira. “What do you think?”

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖 .

-

it was both a relief and embarrassing to see a familiar face, but eden’s arms around her did help calm her down, it made her feel safe. she relaxed into their arms, her racing heartbeat starting to slow down. the adrenaline was still pumping through her body, she was shaking slightly and she felt lost. ari knew eden must think her half mad. “i thought i saw something in the water, but there wasn’t anything,” arielle replied. it was not a lie, but it was not exactly the truth either. it made her sound way braver than she felt. it was not brave to chase a non-existent ship, to get yourself in trouble and having to be rescued. what would have happened if eden had not shown up? would she have made it on her own? no, she refused to go down that path. “i wasn’t thinking, i’m so sorry for getting you all wet, darling.” she worried if they would notice she had been crying, but she supposed that would be easy enough to explain away. when they offered their sweatshirt, she quickly shook her head. “no, you’ve already saved me and i won’t have you freezing because i’m dumb.” arielle did feel a chill to her bone now, it gripped her as her heartbeat slowed moment for moment. “let’s go back to my place and get dry, i owe you some wine and chocolate, i think.” she pulled on their hand, trying to put on her bravest face. ari still felt strange - as if another person had taken control of her heart while she still had her own mind.

He can feel her trembling, either from fear or cold they’re not sure – either way, he rubs his hands against her arms, desperately trying to warm her up. Though, strangely enough, he always feels warm in the ocean, he knows how cold it can be. They’re just glad to have been walking by at the right time, to prevent something worse from happening. Following her expectation, he squints out into the darkness, doesn’t see anything either. “I don’t think there’s anything there. Maybe a dolphin or something? Doesn’t matter, now.” Before she can even refuse his offer, he’s tugging his sweatshirt over his head, holding it out firmly to her. “I don’t wanna hear it, Ar– I’m warm enough.” A soft grin encourages her to take the hoodie – and it’s true, all weekend he’s felt incredible, perfect, like he’s the best version of himself, and even now, soaking wet, the slight breeze is nothing more than a slight tickle against his skin. “I will gladly accept wine and chocolate, though.” They squeeze her hand comfortingly and allow her to pull them down the beach. 

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩 .

    many times, he’s heard eden start a sentence with ‘ i want ’ since their break up, and many times alex shut him down — he didn’t even wanna listen to it. he was too caught up in his own feelings, his own reservations. was it really just one big fight all it took for alex to even consider patching things up ? not to say that they should be best friends immediately…—- he wasn’t there yet. but maybe he can stop barking at them whenever he ran into eden. “ …. you want what ? ” he asks, wanting to give them the opportunity to speak up, maybe tell him everything that alex has been refusing to hear for the last two years. he might have built too tall of a wall between them — but that was just how he functioned when he got hurt. he shuts down immediately. 

He’s expecting another denial, a refusal to listen, so when Alex asks him what he wants, all he can do is look up at him in surprise. Years of conversations, arguments, reopening of wounds that should have been healed by now and the look Eden supplies is still just as tender. Ever since their fight, they’ve been reflecting, examining their own behaviour in a way they don’t normally. Stepping back from the impulsivity of their heart and imagining Alex’s feelings. Weeks of thinking and all he’s left with is regret and a sickening guilt – and maybe this is why it’s taken him years to accept their break up, because doing so means accepting that it’s all his fault and he hasn’t been ready to do that. They shove their hands into the pocket of their sweatshirt, find an old shell there and wrap their fist around it. Finally, Alex is listening, and all Eden wants to do is apologize. “I want…” How many years would it take before Eden stopped losing themself in the deep brown of Alex’s eyes? How many before he stopped remembering the warmth of his touch? Clearing his throat, they squeeze the shell in their palm again, allow the salty air to fill their lungs. “To apologize. For everything. For real. Without any strings attached.” Surprisingly, it loosens the tightness in his chest to finally offer the apology. “I really fucked up and…I haven’t been fair, like, since then. So I’m sorry.”

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩 .

     although he’s been indirectly saying it loudly and with no hesitation to them since the day they broke up, there was something different about eden hearing it exactly as it is — exactly how his fears and thoughts manifested at the end of it all. he could see the hurt behind their eyes and alex almost wanted to take it back; he almost wanted to wrap his arms around him once again. just one more time. but there was a reason those urges were buried deep down to the back of his mind. he keeps his face straight, and then shrugs at him. “ you made it pretty fucking clear that you didn’t care, didn’t you ? when you woke up in someone else’s bed. and don’t you fucking tell me that’s just how you are — the least you could have done is break up with me when you knew i wasn’t the same way. ” blood was boiling, but he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol egging him on or the heat off the bonfire. “ but you didn’t. fucking. care. ”

Every part of Eden’s heart is screaming for them to stop this fight, to say whatever needs to be said to keep the peace. They are made for love, not hate, were raised without conflict and find it just as uncomfortable as the hot anger in their stomach. But Alex’s words hurt and he’s tired of hurting over a mistake from four years ago, can’t stand the thought of Alex spreading lies and pretending their relationship was less than it was. He can’t even stop himself from blurting his disagreement out before Alex finishes, soft voice uncharacteristically steely as he speaks over him. “No, no that’s not true, you know that’s not true! I did care about you so much, I still do. I loved you Alex, and I would have loved you forever if you let me. You can’t change that, even if I fucked it up – you can’t tell people I never cared.” Despite his anger, tears gather on his lower lashes, glistening orange beneath a brow furrowed by a million thoughts and feelings.  

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖 .

OPEN STARTER ➔ OLYMPUS NIGHTCLUB, MAY 3RD

the clock struck midnight and a crowd of people began singing ‘happy birthday’ off-key to a laughing arielle. one of her friends handed her a white sash with the text ‘birthday girl’ on. it was definitely not subtle, but ari did not care, she was already pretty drunk and having the time of her life. the last few weeks had been quite dark, but she was determined to be happy on her birthday. it was a much-needed chance to wipe the slate clean and start again. she would meet her twenty-fourth year with a smile and a light heart. tonight she was dancing in the club, wearing her little black dress, her face painted with golden make-up and her hair curled. right now, she stubbornly pushed every trouble she had aside. “free drinks all around!” she announced and was met with a loud cheer. she got up on a table, raised her glass and toasted everyone in the club. a random guy lifted her down from the table when she almost stumbled, she gave him a kiss and gave him her drink before going up to the bar and putting her card on the table. “for the next fifteen minutes, every drink is on me,” arielle declared confidently. when the bartender started to protest, she quickly said: “i got the money for it - and it’s not every day you turn twenty-four. a gin and tonic, please.” ari was quickly handed her cocktail and she turned to the person to her right, raising the glass to her lips. “you should get one of the expensive cocktails while they are on me, it would be a shame not to.”

Though the night was still young, it had already been amazing, the air buzzing with a palpable joy as everyone joined together with a desperate need for something light and easy. Ari’s birthday was a perfect distraction ; she was well-liked by many people on the island, Eden included, and she knew how to throw a party. He’d caught flashes of her here and there, had hugged her when he first arrived, but mostly, he’d been mingling, drinking, and dancing, appreciating the company of faces familiar and not and allowing the slight swimming of his head to carry him through the nightclub freely. They finally find her again near the bar, just in time to hear her declaration and cheer along with the rest of the crowd as she offered free drinks – an offer Eden could never turn down, especially not when they’ve just run out of cash for the night. “Okay, but I don’t even know what the most expensive thing is.” They giggle, turning to the bartender with a frown. “Ummm, I’ll just have a sex on the beach. The drink, the drink.” Though the non-drink version would be good, too. “You’re literally the best, Ari,” He enthuses warmly, tongue heavy with alcohol yet still truthful. A soft hand reaches for hers, twines their fingers together. “So pretty and kind and such a beautiful soul. I can tell. You deserve the very best of birthdays today.”

[ofedenslove]

𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟     ♡     𝕗𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕖 .

location: anywhere that makes sense idea: fiore is drunk and just being annoying as fuck let’s be real

fiore giggles like a school girl. “no fucking way!” he exclaims, already drunk, scrolling through his phone with a stupid, ridiculous smile on his face. he couldn’t believe he found an actual website that sold cat mittens ( even though it really isn’t that big of a deal ). but of course, a sober fiore thinks it’s the cutest thing ever, so a drunk fiore? he’s beyond ecstatic, making conversation about it with this poor bystander, or more like just rambling to them about absolute bullshit. “there’s this website that sells cat mittens! oh my god! i just ordered ten different colors!” did they even care? would he be this talkative if he wasn’t drunk? probably  not. “look, this one has little panda’s on it!” he drunkenly shows them his phone screen, adding it to his cart. why was he even so excited about this? maybe he just needs a distraction. he’s such a cat person, and honestly, the situation may even be considered cute, if he wasn’t normally such an asshole.

Eden loves the sound of Fiore’s giggle ; it’s so innocent, pure, so much brighter than they know him to be. And it’s infectious, spreading to Eden’s throat each time he hears it – even though they don’t know exactly what they’re giggling at. Spread out across Eden’s couch as they are, Fiore’s head on Eden’s lap where Eden can run their fingers through his hair and feed him mozzarella sticks, he can’t quite make out his phone screen, squints at it for a second before Fiore finally explains. “No fucking way!” They mimic Fiore without realizing it, half of their personality stolen from their friend, anyways, the two so close that Eden sometimes wonders how much of him is him and how much is Fiore. “Cat mittens.” He breaths, feeling, for a moment, as if he might tear up at the thought. Maybe that was just the alcohol, though. “Show me, show me,” He insists, leaning forward so he can see Fiore’s phone better. “I need all of them.” Though they don’t own a cat, the thought of a kitten in mittens is far too adorable. “Kitten mittens.” He giggles, the rhyme far more entertaining than it should be.