[ @transfemwaylon ] Hide & Seek
It was early in the morning, the riots were starting to wind down and the usual quiet bliss of sunrise was washing over the asylum with a wave of calm, the basement being swept up in patterns of light and shadow from the early sun. It was a needed break from the nightmares the night before had brought.
Eddie was away. He had woken up from a spurt and fit of sleep and stalked off, mumbling about a proper family, and left his bride momentarily unattended. Waylon had protested at first, feeling unable to defend himself, but the fear drain as the quiet of the basement engulfed him. He knew he should take the opportunity to run but...the will to run was muted. Perhaps by the fear of death elsewhere? He pretended that was it.
So there he stood, swallowed by his tattered dress, in the kitchen of Eddies territory. He was warming up a busted can of beans salvaged from the night before, and found himself swept up in his thoughts. That is, until a clatter snatched his attention away from his thoughts. He quickly turned the oven off and shot behind a counter, fearing it was a variant or perhaps Blaire come to shove his face into the concrete and mock him for becoming the grooms little housewife.
He stayed still in the darkness as a few more sounds followed, and a form came into view in the doorway at the other end of the kitchen. He went still as stone, watching from peeking over the counter with wide eyes. It didn’t look like a varaiant, too small of a frame, too...feminine. A rush of curiosity and unsourced jealousy rushed through him and he peeked over the counter a little more, eyes squinting to get a better look.