Do you have any Eddie writings up your sleeve? I miss that eccentric, passionate man
@regrettablewritings HA HA HA HA HA IT’S TIME
You are in luck! I have a plethora of Eddie writings! Here we go!
(Dedicated to Eddie’s #1 Fan, Cydney!)
Eddie is a big fan of polka music because it’s so weird. He LOVES it. He’ll take any opportunity he can to see polka like. Similarly, the guy is obsessed with klezmer music and plays CDs of it in the car on roadtrips with his wife. He hums along, even though his wife can’t tell any of the tunes apart.
Eddie likes holding hands more than he thinks is “normal”. He wants to hold hands all the time. He wishes he had a third hand just to hold his wife with. He loves the way her fingers press against his; hers are so much softer than his, and his are thick and rough, while hers are leaner and more round where his tend to be blocky and square.
He has a pair of jeans he calls his “SexyBack Jeans”, which are a tighter, more hip-and-butt-hugging cut. He never wears them to school. He only wears them around his wife or on dates: generally, whenever he wants her to notice his round, shapely ass. He likes when she puts her hand in his back pocket and palms his tush- it makes his heart go wild.
Eddie is pretty good at math, better at English, and the best at history, of course, but also has a secret affinity for painting and composing music. He has a grand piano in the living room of his house and a smaller electric piano in the study at his home, and he likes to sit there and fiddle around with chords and notes. He’s composed a number of odes to his wife and set them to music of his own composition, but his wife is more fond of the little refrains he plays idly; “My baby is the one for me,” he smiles to himself, pressing a chord, “She lights up the world, makes it so I can see...”
Eddie is scared of heights. He’s never mentioned it to anyone and routinely pushes himself to get over it: he’s gone as far as signing himself up for those high-rise obstacle courses between trees, trapeze lessons, tightrope walking, and more just to do “exposure therapy” to get over it. It works sometimes. One time, before he and his wife were officially dating, he forced himself to go up on a tour of a skyscraper. He told himself that if he could handle being on the balcony of a skyscraper, he could handle asking that beautiful woman out.
Eddie’s tattoos are all very personal, but some are less “meaningful” than others. Case in point is his tattoo of an orange tabby cat; very gracefully designed (Eddie designs all his own tattoos), lithe and nimbly curling around his ankle. When asked why he got that, he tells the story of how he was one day sitting at a bus stop and a real life orange tabby (a stray) came up, wound itself around his ankle, sat down, and fell asleep. He refused to move and thus wake the cat, meaning he very definitely missed that bus.
Eddie rolls his sleeves up to show off his biceps. He worked too damn hard on those puppies for them to end up smothered under layers.
Eddie LOVES, LOVES, L O V E S historical costuming and retro dressing, both for himself and his girlfriend. He’s a touch of a rockabilly and adores seeing his wife in swing dresses and flapper dresses. He’s got a fantasy for a jazz singer roleplay somewhere in the back of his mind...
Eddie likes to pretend he can’t tie his tie so that his wife will do it for him. He’s a little taller than her so he likes to peer down at her while she does it, looking all mother-hen-like and adorable. He always smiles, thanks her for being so patient with his “incomparably incompetent ass”, then pecks her forehead. Her shy and exasperated smile after is the thing that drives him to do it again and again and again.
Eddie HATES seeing parents yelling at their kids in public, but ESPECIALLY fathers yelling at their children. He has, more than once, intervened and spoken back to the parents. He’s gotten a number of split lips that way but he deems it worth it if he can do something to help those who need it most.
He once started a mosh pit during a concerto recital.
He is a routine volunteer at historical reenactment villages and Civil War battle reenactings. He is infamous across the state for consistently stealing the show with his good looks, impeccable acting, and determination to the role and character. He also gets a lot of handkerchiefs tosses his way, which he graciously ignores (both to stay unperturbed in his performance and because the only woman who tosses things at him is his WIFE, dammit!).
Eddie has a slight allergy to bananas. He didn’t realize for YEARS because he thought bananas were SUPPOSED to leave a tingly sensation in your mouth and make it a little hard to breathe. He only found out when he called a banana “spicy” and his wife tore a muscle laughing, then asked him what he meant, looked horrified, and took him to a hospital.
Eddie’s favorite thing to do with his wife is order takeout from an oddly specific restaurant chosen online and watch an oddly specific movie with her. Lo mein from the tiny Chinese place eight blocks from their house and a silent film about a woman disguised as a doll from the 1920s, chicken tikka masala from halfway across town and a stop-motion movie about a cowboy and an indian saving their town from water creatures, et cetera. He’ll hold her, feed her little bites of food, kiss her cheek, roar with laughter until she slaps his chest and tells him to shut up. He loves it. He loves holding her in his big, thick arms, pressed close to his hefty chest, his dark eyes sparkling with love as he gazes down at her with wonder and adoration.
Yeah, Eddie is a really happy, really fulfilled guy, these days. And he knows it!
