// There's A Part Of My Brain That Wants To Pick Up Roxy Bc Of Ruin I Can Feel It

// there's a part of my brain that wants to pick up roxy bc of ruin i can Feel it

hELP

let me dig this bullet out of your shoulder in the most homoerotic way possible. that’s crucial to the healing process. i know what i’m doing

gets on all fours and chases the mailman . he's not a dog , he's just rotten . >:) // throws a naughty fox @ eddie dear , im so sorry-

for as clumsy as Eddie was by nature, he could sense danger on a dime. Intuition like a needle through the thread he always got yanked around by, it pulled him along too. He might've been a busybody, never as bad as Frank or Sally & with none of the extra hands Howdy had to keep up that kind of pace, but Eddie was sharp as anything, sharp enough to see it when the curtains tugged on themselves, sharp enough to get cut by whatever it was behind them ; all stuffing, right? what did they expect?

━ but that'd be barking up the wrong leash ( or yanking down the wrong tree? ), after all : the daylight still bloomed in the sky & through its merry little leaves, as though the world was none the wiser, and all the children know that bad things only happen at night.

No, this wasn't a bad thing; the rotten todd rampaging with keen golden eyes set on a particular postman was a day-to-day, an uncommon visitor, sure, but when have they ever turned down a new friend?

though ━ just because Eddie saw him as a friend never meant he didn't see the holler & haul of the chase itching up his legs when he heard foxy but didn't catch sight of him 'til juuust a moment after ( he'd been talking to Wally, and Wally was always a giveaway to what he caught with those big, button eyes. Eddie was thankful for how many times it'd saved him from the canine ━ vulpine? ━ family tree )

"Oh- Hey now, hold on mister, I-I don't think I've━" ( he's not slowing down- shoot, he's not slowing down! eddie knows this game! ) hands hurry faster to push letters into the mailbox, casting an apologetic glance to a Wally whom he can't read if is more amused or panicked by the fox's intrusion, hoping he read the scrawl on them right the first time as his voice pitches higher "don't tell me barnaby taught you some'a his tricks, h-huh━?"

and he's off like a rabbit to the races! the efforts to reason dashed as quick as he could dash himself when he could no longer deny ( or hope ) that the burgundy buccanear was a homing hound right for him, and no other!

good-night alive! and just when he thought today would be a slow day━!

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”  🩸

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻

Two souls, reunited.

(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)

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