#* eden

[fleurbastien]

@heavenburdened​

“Eden !!!!” His voice to the other’s ears was probably muffled and distant, given that Bastien was calling from across some ways. He stood on his tip-toes, arms waving above his head, hoping to get the other’s attention. He called again, excitement jumping through him as he saw the boy turn his head. He fell back onto his heels and had to catch his breath, given that he’d been running around for half an hour that morning already. He pushed his straw hat back from his head and allowed it to hang by the string on his neck. Naturally, as he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, a smudge of dirt materialized in its place. “How are you?” he called, as Eden approached. “I am thankful you passed, are you busy this morning?” Bas asked, and looked at the boy hopefully.

[gutwrenched]

   the dogs circle one another, tangling their leads and dragging eden’s arm down with them. they lurch, catching themself as they’re knocked off balance. they’re tired, too exhausted to hold steady, so they drop the lead and kick it up again with their foot. the dog isn’t rough, but he’s only a puppy, overly excited just to have company.

the smoke from their cigarette catches in the wind as they speak,

‘ she’s only little, woz. go easy. ’  /  @errorware​

[gutwrenched]

   ‘ he won’t bite hard, see, ’  they reach down to the dog, who chews on their fingers as soon as they’re within reach. they grab one of the chew toys they’d brought down from the apartment.  it’s about the size of their hand, blue and vaguely bone-shaped, riddled with teeth marks. he tries to take it out of their grasp, wrestling them for it.  ‘ he’s still a baby, he’s just gotta grow out of it. ’  /  @soulmissed

[gutwrenched]

      ‘ it’s kind of --- maybe it’s too much. ’  the gift took an impressive show of strength just to get from the car into bonnie’s home.  it’s large and vaguely triangular, almost as tall as them, wrapped in brown paper and tied together with twine.  ‘ i’ll carry it upstairs for you. or wherever. ’   /   @transforms

[gutwrenched]

   ‘ i don’t know, but i don’t like it. ’  they peer at the old, shiny coin in the palm of his hand --- noticeably, perhaps, they haven’t reached out for it themselves. it might be worth something to a collector or an antiquer, but eden doesn’t even like having looked at it for so long.  ‘ evidence or not, it’s bad. toss it. ’  /  @compendious

[gutwrenched]

    ‘ i don’t know anything, ’  an easy lie, but a lie nonetheless. it isn’t so difficult to disguise anxiety as irritation. they keep their cup of coffee close, letting it warm their hands through the mug. they’re still drying off, trying to warm up. rain buckets down just outside the window of the little diner they’ve hidden away in; their hair’s still a little damp, curls already beginning to spring back. ‘ sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence. ’  /  @halbermenschen

[gutwrenched]

phone home screen, eden

a peak into their...

home screen!

it’s a pic of their dog in his jamas...

i doubt they have many apps or anything on their home screen, jsut like email/text/photos/shit u cant delete