Seven (ish) Sentence Sunday
Been working on this one for a hot second, let's see if there's any interest in it.
“Eddie, when you disappeared in 1588, I thought I’d lost you forever. The twenty years it took you to claw your way back . . . not a good time for me.”
“Oh, really, because it was a great time for me, you know, walking along the bottom of the ocean and all.”
He could almost hear Buck’s teeth grinding as a muscle flexed in his jaw. Eddie was hundreds of years old, had spent literal centuries learning to control not only his emotions but also his base instincts, and yet fighting with Buck was the one time his temper got the better of him.
He tried not to focus on the fact that any time he was around Buck, his emotions simmered a lot closer to the surface than he’d like, his control fraying quicker than that one time in Bruges (don’t ask).