who: salome, @mcriarty where: some anonymous hotel or the other
Despite what people tended to say, secrecy did not in fact make things worthwhile. It simply made things more interesting. Life for Edgar had always hinged on keeping secrets -- an ill begotten black eye, a carefully told lie while the doctor reset a broken finger, a feigned lack of knowledge when asked why his mother had not attended a particular event. Somewhere along the line, Edgar had simply lost the ability to live in such a way that his personal and professional lives did not seem to be lived by two separate people -- one who knew the truth, and the other who smiled in his ever so charming manner and spoke the words as if they were truth.
It was probably due to that upbringing that Edgar was particularly equipped for his current position -- capable of smiling when his all too public career made him a relatively recognizable face while learning to move and exist in the shadows on behalf of a family that was not his own. There were days that Edgar felt as if he was more comfortable in the shadows. At least the shadows didn't pass judgment. "This time was the final time," Edgar muttered as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was well aware that he'd said that same line at least three times now, but each time had failed to be the last. This time, though,,, he was determined. "I am serious about this."
