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Blue Screen
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Shit. Eddie didn’t think the accident was that bad as his gaze flickered from the doctor’s hands pressed flush against the whiskey glass. Clearing his throat at the doctor’s jab at his current state “Always been rough around the edges Stephen, you know that..” Gesturing to the dark bags under his eyes as his voice grumbled “You know how I get when I find myself in a writing funk, I don’t sleep well. I get too anxious about deadlines..and question my work”. There was an edge of heat to his voice as he spoke “From what I recall you didn’t mind when I was in that restless state…I believe I broke your bed after my second book went on the market..and I was actually able to pay for it..”. It had been the first time that he seen a check with that many zeros as a low chuckle escaped him at that memory.
Shaking his head as Stephen warned him off going back to old habits of looking for a muse. Shuffling his fingers around his own glass as Eddie smirked “Strange, you really think I am not going to ignore the stories that people could tell here. We all know the rumors that spiral around small little towns like this have an edge of truth to them..If people want to talk to charming old me..I am not going to stop them..”. Eddie finished with a flourish taking a sip from his glass. His expression turned serious as his gaze flickered to the doctor’s hands “I wouldn’t call what I am seeing now..justice. Unless justice is a cruel mistress trying to punish even the innocent. You were a huge asshole..self-absorbed..I-..but you didn’t deserve this. I didn’t think your accident was that bad from the few rumors I heard after your departure..I’m sorry”. Clearing his throat and returning his gaze to the amber liquid “But your statement is right about my situation..the Green Fairy finally decided to play a trick on me..and I went along with it..too far..”.
Finishing off the amber liquid in the bottom of the glass as Eddie shifted against the overstuffed couch “So..you get to play with animals all day. Must be a nice change after dealing with human assholes all day. Any favorite clients of yours?”. His tone was curious, but cautious hoping this was a smooth transition of subjects. Who knew how wounded the doctor still felt about his accident, had he pushed him too far? It was really a shame that doctor’s career had ended how it did. Yet, he seemed to be doing alright with a clinic of his own.
There was a lot in Eddie’s words that was making Stephen feel uncomfortable, but it was those two words he hated hearing most of all – I’m sorry – that made him want to crawl right out of his skin. He wanted to bite back, say he’d deserved what he’d gotten, that it was years of consequence and letting people down that had delivered him to exactly where he was. Stephen managed to restrain himself from the majority of that even as he clearly bristled, his fingers tightening even slightly around the glass to try and mask the trembling, particularly when he could see Eddie’s eyes flicker to his hands. “Don’t pretend like you know the first thing about what happened to me or what I deserve,” Stephen countered, his tone deceptively even despite the low warning in his words.
To say that he regretted what he said as soon as it left his lips would be inaccurate, but Stephen did soon regret the way he said it. As ill-prepared as he was to deal with Eddie’s abrupt resurfacing in his life, Stephen also recognized that it did neither of them any good for him to kick Eddie while he was down. They’d provided an unconventional, twisted sort of support to each other in the past; Stephen had to wonder that if they could work through the baggage of a complicated more-than-friendship less-than-relationship, maybe they could arrive at some middle ground and just be… friends.
“What happened to you, I…” Stephen hesitated, his tone evening out, and then started again. “I may not have been the most supportive of your alternative means of inspiration seeking,” he tried diplomatically, though it was something of an understatement. “But I don’t think you deserved it, either. I hope that being here can help you recover from all that, because your talent in writing is… something the world needs.”
Pausing to down the last of his own glass in one deft movement, Stephen let out a breath and his eyes flickered to the side at the mention of his new practice, the topic being a far safer one for him to return to. “You know, I think I started the clinic and the shelter as a sort of penance for the miserable person I’d become. But the more time I spend there, I do genuinely enjoy it,” he had to admit, a faint flicker of a smile across his features. “I’ve, uh. I’ve adopted a dog.” Stephen felt almost silly bringing it up, but he figured that if there was any one small thing that could show he wasn’t the thoroughly selfish individual he used to be, it was that.
Bad subject. Definitely bad and still smarting as Eddie recognized his posture change within seconds of those words falling from his lips. That cool anger in his voice that Eddie wouldn’t deny sent a small jolt down his spine. Even during their time together, there was something beautiful in seeing the unflappable Doctor Stephen Strange show such human emotion. Not to mention what followed wasn’t half bad either as Eddie raised his hands in a pacifying manner, but kept silent. Running the back of his head as Stephen showed sympathy for his current situation “Thank you. I think?” Eddie said softly as he sighed “I don’t think my writing is something the world needs or even wants. Yet, I can’t stand it when folks refuse or ignore all that’s wrong with the world, but refuse to confront it head-on..that it’s just vanish over time..”.
There was a reason Eddie took so many nightly strolls around the concrete jungle of New York. The ‘worst’ people in the eyes of the society could have the most brilliant of pasts and stumbled along the way. It’s why he tried to have a silver lining in his works in the end..that thin ray of hope. Glancing at their now empty glasses as Eddie stood to retrieve the bottle of whiskey from the counter. Pouring a bit of the amber liquid into both empty glasses before setting it on the run-down coffee table in front of them. As his brows raised in surprise as a ghost of smile slid over Stephen’s face at the mention of his pup “You, a dog? I would have thought some prissy cat would have been more your speed..”. Eddie teased as he took a sip from his glass “Although dogs can be little prima donnas too. You don’t happen to remember Ms. Eithl’s little yappy fluffy thing..ya’ know the one that always had sparkly bows and shit that was too big for its’ head. That seems more your speed”.
Were they for an ex boyfriend?
“An ex… something.”
Ex-photographer has a good ring to it..even if I only had one model
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“Eddie. Can you not.”
What? People seem to be appreciating the artistic quality of them. I know you did..you always did like to see yourself. Remember that mirror incident?
Were they for an ex boyfriend?
“An ex… something.”
Ex-photographer has a good ring to it..even if I only had one model
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What was the reason behind those sexy photos?
“I’m sure if you took half a guess you could figure it out.”
He may have lost a bet or two..
Would you hook up with Peter Quill or Thor?
The first one insulted me for apparently being around here at the offense of some person I don’t even know. While the second seems too self-absorbed..which I have done before.. I don’t plan on going for round two..
Was it love with Steven?
Love? I don’t think anyone really knows how to define love..it was..something though..
Wait. Who put you up to this?
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Did you sick some locals on me or something?
Dudes, a dick
“Forgive me for having standards about not banging the apparent bedhopper within days of my arrival. I didn’t know that was town policy “ Eddie drawled sarcastically as he opened his room’s door to be confronted by a complete stranger and a warning. Running a hand down his exhausted face as dark bags seemed to grow heavier with each word that slipped out of his mouth “No clue who that is. Have a good morning..” Eddie snipped out before slapping the door in Peter’s face. God damn this town was gossipy..and apparent cesspool of sex..
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Peter Quill stayed beind the jerk. He didn’t like whoever this dude was. He didn’t like a threat in his town.“Its not morning. It’s 11 am. IT’s afternoon to you.” He told the male off. “I was gonna see if you wanted to go to a party, but..” He got a door slammed in his face. He flipped off the door before turning on his heels and storming down the hall.
God damn, what was with this town as Eddie stalked to singular window of the room catching the figure of the male who had literally just insulted him. Opening the window with slight protest from the slider to shout down “Oi, asshole. I don’t know if it’s common to invite strangers around out to parties. But as New Yorker, heres a tip. Get to the point first and then insult me”. Slamming the window shut as Eddie lit up a cigarette, knowing that the smoke would linger around later. His morning was rapidly going downhill with that encounter in mind. God he missed New York.
common Eddie. You could get steven back.
We..stopped..whatever we were for a reason. I don’t intend on picking old fights. Doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy those memories..
Writer’s Block (Starter)
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Finishing off the cigarette with one last drag as a plume of smoke escaped his mouth. It was like a toxic fluffy cloud as Eddie looked up at the darkened sky, hoping to discern some creativity from the twinkling stars ahead. Yeah, wish on a star while you are at it, Eddie..that will resolve everything. Shaking his head of the thought as he ran a hand over his face. Darkened circles under his eyes were a telltale sign of writer’s block which led to a bout of insomnia. As soon this block broke, he would be able to sleep fitfully again..it would just take time and plenty of work. Although he was starting to get the impression that a perfect stranger wandering about this place was considered..too odd..nothing like in New York. The stories lurking beneath any nighttime stranger just wanting to have a conversation.
Another voice broke his wandering mind as he glanced up from his spent cigarette with a wry grin “Maybe not out here..but in here it is..” Eddie said as he tapped his head before sighing, knowing that wasn’t exactly a normal answer to give. Standing up from the bench “Let me explain, I’m a writer..I am trying to figure out what would cause a hardened detective to lose his last bit of hope in the world. Now this guy has seen real monsters, mass murderers, the worst of the worst in human skins..”. Pacing about for a moment as he could feel his fingers twitch at the thought of another cigarette, and lit one up as he passed by the man “I’m Eddie Brock by the way. Just staying in your town for a little bit in a rented room about a block away. Seems people don’t do nighttime wanderings around here..”. His nose caught the scent of whiskey from the coffee cup as his brows raised in a knowing manner “Well..most of us anyway. Can’t sleep either?”.
Loki wondered if he had seen this male before? It was likely, Loki had seen many people before. He couldn’t always be responsible for names with faces. Even if he should be. He tilted his head when the male tapped the side of his head. “A writer.” Loki pinched his lips together. Writers and him were not always the best. They liked to interview him and call him out on his laws. Loki knew he was using some of the tax payers money for things he shouldn’t. An engagement ring being one of the purchases. He would stop, he could stop.
This guy was talking about monster. Loki was doing his best to follow. “I am afraid no monsters exist here.” Loki said lightly. Loki often felt like a monster. Especially with visions of green and red. A dark need to watch death behind the spine of a book with a smirk. “Eddie” Loki repeated his name. “I am the mayor of the town.” He confessed. “I hope you find what you seek. If not this town, another.”
Oh dear, that was the wrong term to use judging by the mayor’s lips sealing shut faster than a submarine about to go under the waves. Raising his hands in a relaxed manner “Author would be an apt term. Most of my stories revolve around the darker side of humanity that it seems to rest of the world want to deny existing. At the moment I am working on a murder series following an exceptionally unlucky detective landing some of the worse cases”. Or at least that was the current story of the novel that felt like it would forever be locked behind a vault in his mind. “Thanks for the warm welcome. Mr. Mayor..I promise to keep a pulse on the community..” Eddie said warmly as his gaze flickered about the darkened plaza “Well, at least during the daytime when folks are actually wandering about..”.
Taking a drag of his second cigarette of the night as his tone turned curious “So as the mayor of the town, I am sure you can recommend a few places to get the overall feeling of the place. Local watering holes, notable locals and all that jazz”. As Eddie’s smile was friendly enough, even if was possibly for a selfish reason. A way out of his damn creative rut at the expense of others. Some called the most assholish..but for Eddie it was just looking at things from a different perspective.
Blue Screen
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“Stephen have you ever known me to be an optimist. My life is built on low expectations” Eddie clicked out the response as he tossed the phone aside on the couch in favor of keeping his hands busy around an exceptionally stubborn whiskey seal. A satisfying pop came from the bottle as Eddie poured two small glasses of amber liquor into pristine glasses. Just in time as a knocking broke the silence of the room, as Eddie felt his heart beat a bit faster knowing who exactly his visitor was. Better than cops busting down his door in the middle of the night, which only happened once or twice..apparently that was too often for a few people. Finally getting the door open as he leaned against the frame with a hesitant smile on his face “Stephen Strange, in the flesh and not bitching about having to wait..Color me shocked..” Eddie drawled sarcastically as his fingers tapped against his glass of whiskey taking in the sight of his former..lover? Was that the right term?
The doctor had always been good-looking, even when his head was up his ass half the time. Yet there seemed to be something different about him, perhaps this backwater had done him some good “You look good. Apparently smiling more is good for the human condition..I imagine your new clients are responsible for that..”. Waving him in with a lax motion as he passed off the second whiskey glass before gesturing the couch “Have a seat, if you want..or stand. Doesn’t matter..”. Sitting down to occupy one corner of the couch as he took another sip of the whiskey. God, it was shitty..but it was what the corner had for sale this late at night. Tugging at his scruff in a agitated motion as he remembered why exactly Stephen had agreed to come see him “So..New York..may have..blown up in my face after my last book. Apparently the beloved mayor didn’t appreciate..my..muse.. and if my fuzzy memories serves me correctly..my apparent lack of tact when I tried to get another interview..”.
Eddie’s voice was hesitant and almost ashamed as his brown hues glanced over at Stephen. This was reminding him a bit too much of the past with him explaining his actions to an exasperated Stephen. Brown hues blinked slowly as Eddie continued “So, at the extreme suggestion of Victor..I got out of the city and..somehow ended up here. Just for a little while until it all cools down. Maybe I’ll find inspiration for my next book..know anyone willing to lend their voice?”. A faint smile curled on his lips as he teased “Like you. You always did like talking about yourself when I was struggling with words..I bet that hasn’t changed..Stephen..”. Even after the disaster, Eddie couldn’t deny that he would always have a fondness for Stephen..an enigma to the end.
Stephen would’ve been hard pressed to put a singular name to the jumble of emotions he felt when the door swung open to reveal this very much alive and very tangible ghost from his past life in the shape of one Eddie Brock. It hadn’t yet seemed real until this very moment, as if Stephen had expected this all to play out as some elaborate prank Eddie was facilitating from New York. He wouldn’t necessarily put it past him.
He let out a huff of a breath that could’ve almost been considered a laugh at Eddie’s greeting, breaking him from his thoughts so he could step inside and slip out of his jacket to toss over the arm of the couch, accepting the glass of whiskey with a spark of self-consciousness. It was one thing to leave the scars on his hands on display for anyone who didn’t know any differently, but here in the presence of someone who’d known him when his hands were pristine, when his slender fingers had been confident and unwavering, he felt uncomfortably exposed. Stephen tried to cover for it by taking a sip of the painfully cheap whiskey and glancing around the apartment. “You look the same, if not a bit rougher around the edges,” he countered but not unkindly, more in the dry sort of way the two of them often fell into when they were together.
Stephen crossed to sink into a chair opposite the couch with more ease for the apartment’s disarray than he might’ve years ago, a faint frown creasing his brow as Eddie haltingly addressed his own reasons for being in Deerfield. There was something in Eddie’s tone that was unfamiliar, an uncertainty that clashed with the cavalier attitude Stephen was so used to coming from him. It’d been that rakish, devil-may-care temperament that had attracted Stephen to Eddie so strongly in the first place, that cynical confidence that mirrored much of Stephen’s own, narcissistically drawn to such an attractive match for his own sharp wits. They’d been champions of pushing each other’s buttons in all the right and wrong ways, the stormy volatility of their trysts being much of the appeal, at least for Stephen.
He washed those thoughts down with another sharply burning swig of whiskey, taking a breath and considering what to make of that. “Well, if you’re looking to lie low, I can tell you who in this town to avoid pestering for your next big exposé. I’m at the top of that list. I may manage to avoid saying ‘I told you so,’ though, if only because I think we can both admit there’s a certain poetic justice that the both of us ended up here after tripping over our own feet,” Stephen finished with a sardonic smile.
Shit. Eddie didn’t think the accident was that bad as his gaze flickered from the doctor’s hands pressed flush against the whiskey glass. Clearing his throat at the doctor’s jab at his current state “Always been rough around the edges Stephen, you know that..” Gesturing to the dark bags under his eyes as his voice grumbled “You know how I get when I find myself in a writing funk, I don’t sleep well. I get too anxious about deadlines..and question my work”. There was an edge of heat to his voice as he spoke “From what I recall you didn’t mind when I was in that restless state...I believe I broke your bed after my second book went on the market..and I was actually able to pay for it..”. It had been the first time that he seen a check with that many zeros as a low chuckle escaped him at that memory.
Shaking his head as Stephen warned him off going back to old habits of looking for a muse. Shuffling his fingers around his own glass as Eddie smirked “Strange, you really think I am not going to ignore the stories that people could tell here. We all know the rumors that spiral around small little towns like this have an edge of truth to them..If people want to talk to charming old me..I am not going to stop them..”. Eddie finished with a flourish taking a sip from his glass. His expression turned serious as his gaze flickered to the doctor’s hands “I wouldn’t call what I am seeing now..justice. Unless justice is a cruel mistress trying to punish even the innocent. You were a huge asshole..self-absorbed..I-..but you didn’t deserve this. I didn’t think your accident was that bad from the few rumors I heard after your departure..I’m sorry”. Clearing his throat and returning his gaze to the amber liquid “But your statement is right about my situation..the Green Fairy finally decided to play a trick on me..and I went along with it..too far..”.
Finishing off the amber liquid in the bottom of the glass as Eddie shifted against the overstuffed couch “So..you get to play with animals all day. Must be a nice change after dealing with human assholes all day. Any favorite clients of yours?”. His tone was curious, but cautious hoping this was a smooth transition of subjects. Who knew how wounded the doctor still felt about his accident, had he pushed him too far? It was really a shame that doctor’s career had ended how it did. Yet, he seemed to be doing alright with a clinic of his own.
One question we all are dying to know. How big his Dr. Stranges cock?
Do..I look like I would be the type to measure that type of shit.
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Still a huge drama magnet aren’t you..
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Sure, lets blame me for this town’s gossipy cesspool. Just like old times..
Oh, no, it was bad before you got here, you needn’t take all the credit. But you’re certainly not helping.
I am almost hurt, since you are always so keen to take all the credit. But now you are sharing it..I am touched truly.
Writer’s Block (Starter)
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This wasn’t going anywhere as Eddie exhaled another plume of smoke, his free hand drumming on the top of bench in a agitated manner. His mind was forming the scenes without fail..but it was like looking at a blank foreground with a brilliant background. All the things to look at for a moment but nothing to hold the viewer’s attention. What could the tortured Detective Manduo be seeing in that dark alleyway that was holding him spellbound. It wasn’t some mutilated corpse, no it was something deeper than that but what. “A tiny little puppy? Put that in there and your readers will think you jumped the shark..” Eddie rumbled to himself as he took another drag of the cigarette. Perhaps it was a former witness to a cold-base hooked on some kind of drug..and that witness was to be the key to unlocking the case. Only the faint burning sensation and a soft voice broke him from his brainstorming.
Giving a small hiss of pain as Eddie tossed the spent butt onto the ground, blowing on the faint burns on his fingertips as his voice hissed out “Son of a-..”. His words stopped as he noticed the woman standing nearby apparently concerned for his well-fare as his expression became sheepish “Uh..Hi. I’m..new to town..just trying to clear my head a bit..I’m..an..author..”. Trailing off as her questions finally processed in his busy mind “I’m not homeless..my rented room is just up the block. Thanks for the concern though..Miss”. Running a hand through his hair in an agitated motion as he realized this conversation wasn’t helping his case before sighing “Let me try that again. My name is Eddie Brock..I am an author from New York..I just happen to be suffering from an extreme case of writer’s block and hoped the night air would do me good..”.
Originally posted by cvasquez
Very quickly Annie realized that she’d started the man before her almost as much as he’d startled her, and she felt a little bad for jumping to some quick judgement. She couldn’t help it in a lot of cases, you had to be suspicious of everyone that came into the ER. Getting clocked or cut by someone who wasn’t as stable as you thought when you were trying to help them was a matter of course and you only got burnt a few times before you started to really take a second to take stock of everything around you. "Oh, lord, sugar, here you were giving me a fright, and I went and gave you one back,“ she said and laughed a little, straightening and taking a breath of relief.
She smiled, the smile just a little lopsided on her face and she sighed softly, running her fingers through her messy hair. "Of course you do, now that I can see you closer there’s no way you’re out here in the rough.” Annie extended her hand. "Annie Johnson,“ she greeted. "I live not to far either, hell, we might even live in the same building if it’s really just up the road. I’m a nurse over at Deerfield General.” She smiled and nodded. "I guess that makes as much sense as anything else. I always did like it better at night. The air is clearer don’t you think?“ She smiled. "And I don’t know how we get so many people from New York comin’ to this neck of the woods, but y’all do have some great stories. Sure you’re not freezin’ to death or anything are ya? I was thinkin’ of stopping in the diner over there for a coffee, I could grab you one too.”
Gently shaking her hand as the woman named Annie explained herself before dropping her hand after a moment “Pleasure to meet you Miss Annie. The air definitely feels clearer..must be due to less folks shuffling about”. A chuckle came from him as a wry grin curled beneath his scruff “Well, I am just as shocked to see a southern belle in these parts. I bet there is a story behind that..”. Brown eyes lit up with energy at the mention of coffee as Eddie nodded quickly “Yeah, coffee sounds great. Lead the way Miss Annie..I’ll feel a bit better with some caffeine in my system..”.
At least the burn of black coffee would distract from his now tender fingertips. That was his fault for being careless with the lit cig and getting distracted with his thoughts. Shoving his hands in sweater pockets as he scrapped the spent butt along the concrete floor before asking in a curious tone “So a nurse? I imagine you get all sorts of crazy adventures in that line of work. Maybe you could share a few over coffee? I promise I am a good listener..”.
One question we all are dying to know. How big his Dr. Stranges cock?
Do..I look like I would be the type to measure that type of shit.
@arcanum-exo
Still a huge drama magnet aren’t you..
And you’re still good at throwing fuel on the fire, I can see.
Sure, lets blame me for this town’s gossipy cesspool. Just like old times..
Blue Screen
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“I came to win your heart back and carry you away into the sunset. Obviously” Eddie snickered to himself as his sarcasm was evident through the text. Eddie may have been a writer, but he was never much of a romantic unless you counted the occasional surprise visit with a bottle of whiskey. The cigarette tasted bitter against his tongue as he mulled over his response to his true answer for being in this backwater. Sighing as his fingers tapped out a response “It’s a long story, better if I told you in person. As its..complicated..here’s my current address. It’s nothing much..I do have a bottle of whiskey I can share though..”. Pinning his current location in the message as he sent off the second message.
His regret over his actions hit him like a truck as the message sent pop-up appeared. “Really, Eddie? What the hell is he gonna think at that invite. This isn’t like old times..” Eddie grumbled aloud as he ashed his spent cigarette in a make-shift ash tray of a coffee mug. Clad in a pair of comfortable jeans and a Rolling Stones T-shirt, Eddie wasn’t dressed to impress, not to mention Strange had seen him in worse states. If memory served him correctly, the good doctor almost liked when he was dressed in something simple..less worry about ruining it when it inevitability ended somewhere in his apartment without a care. His pacing began as he waited for Stephen’s response, perhaps this little reunion would help jog his creative juices. Or at least being able to feel something other than his frayed nerves and stress would do him some good. His gaze flickered to the simple attached kitchen as that promised whiskey bottle sat mockingly on the chipped counter. Well, regardless of the doctor’s answer..that bottle would be opened.
It was Stephen’s turn to roll his eyes at that first line back from Eddie, and he likely would’ve dismissed the conversation entirely at that point had there not been a more reasonable follow-up. The invitation to come over paired with whiskey to share wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar one, and Stephen couldn’t help but arch a brow as he considered the implications. At the same time, he knew that if they were going to be sharing this small town full of gossips for any period of time, it’d be best if they sorted out any provocative – albeit former – baggage in private first and foremost.
‘I’ll be over in twenty. Keep your expectations low,’ was the response Stephen eventually fired back, not particularly caring how the tone could be read (or misread). He glanced over at Spots, who offered a benign tail wag of support.
The crisp evening air was sobering enough for Stephen to second-guess what he was doing no fewer than three times on the walk over to the address Eddie had provided, but still his legs carried him up those couple flights of stairs to stand outside the door. His mind wandered briefly to Bruce – as it often did, lately – but he shook his head to clear it and raised one hand to rap politely before stuffing his hands back into the pockets of his jacket.
“Stephen have you ever known me to be an optimist. My life is built on low expectations” Eddie clicked out the response as he tossed the phone aside on the couch in favor of keeping his hands busy around an exceptionally stubborn whiskey seal. A satisfying pop came from the bottle as Eddie poured two small glasses of amber liquor into pristine glasses. Just in time as a knocking broke the silence of the room, as Eddie felt his heart beat a bit faster knowing who exactly his visitor was. Better than cops busting down his door in the middle of the night, which only happened once or twice..apparently that was too often for a few people. Finally getting the door open as he leaned against the frame with a hesitant smile on his face “Stephen Strange, in the flesh and not bitching about having to wait..Color me shocked..” Eddie drawled sarcastically as his fingers tapped against his glass of whiskey taking in the sight of his former..lover? Was that the right term?
The doctor had always been good-looking, even when his head was up his ass half the time. Yet there seemed to be something different about him, perhaps this backwater had done him some good “You look good. Apparently smiling more is good for the human condition..I imagine your new clients are responsible for that..”. Waving him in with a lax motion as he passed off the second whiskey glass before gesturing the couch “Have a seat, if you want..or stand. Doesn’t matter..”. Sitting down to occupy one corner of the couch as he took another sip of the whiskey. God, it was shitty..but it was what the corner had for sale this late at night. Tugging at his scruff in a agitated motion as he remembered why exactly Stephen had agreed to come see him “So..New York..may have..blown up in my face after my last book. Apparently the beloved mayor didn’t appreciate..my..muse.. and if my fuzzy memories serves me correctly..my apparent lack of tact when I tried to get another interview..”.
Eddie’s voice was hesitant and almost ashamed as his brown hues glanced over at Stephen. This was reminding him a bit too much of the past with him explaining his actions to an exasperated Stephen. Brown hues blinked slowly as Eddie continued “So, at the extreme suggestion of Victor..I got out of the city and..somehow ended up here. Just for a little while until it all cools down. Maybe I’ll find inspiration for my next book..know anyone willing to lend their voice?”. A faint smile curled on his lips as he teased “Like you. You always did like talking about yourself when I was struggling with words..I bet that hasn’t changed..Stephen..”. Even after the disaster, Eddie couldn’t deny that he would always have a fondness for Stephen..an enigma to the end.
Harry walked up to the male. “Sir, I .. I think you dropped these.” He handed him a pack of cigarettes and a phone. “I didn’t want you to freak out later.” He watched the male for a moment. Harry was on his way home from getting some supplies to build a garden in his back yard. He wanted to grow some illegal plants. He could get away with it. He was rich, and kept under the radar for the most part.
Harry also was battling depression and having a hobby was good for him. After getting a garden book from Sigyn’s shoppe. What a owner! She seem to know how to help him locate good gardening tips. Harry dropped his book and a small bag of weed trying to balance his books on his hip. “Uh, that.. I can explain.” the bad of weed on the male’s shoe. “Actually no I can’t. Please don’t tell anyone.”
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Gently grasping the offered items as Eddie gave a sheepish smile and a nod in thanks “I am already enough of a headcase, thanks kid..”. Chuckling as the younger male rapidly turned into a human squirrel chattering away...or at least try to explain away the green baggy on his shined shoes. Waving away the kid’s frantic explanation “Relax, kid. In New York, seeing weed is a common occurrence..I am just glad it isn’t something more serious..”. Scooping up the dropped bag with his free hand as Eddie tossed it in its’ kids direction “Although, I doubt the cops around here would have the same reaction.. So..keep that hidden yeah?”.
Flicking his lighter around the end of cigarette as his lips pursed around the drug before glancing down at the fidgety kid “So, you’re a local right? I’m an author currently seeking his next inspiration. Guessing you know a few dirty secrets about a few folks here?”. His tone was gentle and probing knowing a kid like this was bound to spill his guts compared to the adults milling about the place
Dudes, a dick
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“Why you being mean? Thor and I were gonna ask if you wanted to hang out sometime. “ He furrowed his brows at the male. “Whatever.. psycho. Also, leave Bruce Banner alone, cool?”
“Forgive me for having standards about not banging the apparent bedhopper within days of my arrival. I didn’t know that was town policy “ Eddie drawled sarcastically as he opened his room’s door to be confronted by a complete stranger and a warning. Running a hand down his exhausted face as dark bags seemed to grow heavier with each word that slipped out of his mouth “No clue who that is. Have a good morning..” Eddie snipped out before slaming the door in Peter’s face. God damn this town was gossipy..and apparent cesspool of sex..
