01-31-2020, 04:54 AM
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— freddie didn’t know. how could he? he hadn’t been there. he hadn’t even been filled in that his cousin almost died over those stitches. a moment that was supposed to be chalked up as the only real bonding moment between him and eddie- quickly dissolved into something far, far worse. he could have let the conversation die down; however, freddie loved the attention he had in that moment. he loved having the focus on him; he was willing to do anything to keep the conversation going.
if he had known it would result in eddie shoving him away, ed walking away tensed and furious. his eyes darted over towards alf, evidently knowing much more on the topic than fred ever could’ve. his gaze wandered over towards his brother, at least relieved to see that he wasn’t the only one completely confused by the sudden change in mood. he looked back at ed’s form, clenching his jaw briefly before he, almost puzzled and confused, retorted, “what the hell, ed?”
eddie sharped turned back, powering towards him. fred dug his heels into the snow and stood his ground- and for that moment there was a brief glimpse past the good-boy persona. he glared daggers back at eddie, the confusion overridden by pure frustration the man brought him. “get that finger out of my fucking-” alfie intervened before anything else could happen. eddie trudged on forward, hands fumbling for a cigarette. he watched his retreating form with mild vexation, only breaking it as alfie turned his gaze towards him.
too soon? “i don’t even know what he’s on about,” he defended, gesturing towards ed’s retreating form. his gaze helplessly wandered towards will, as if expecting his brother to have his back at least somewhat. “what does he want me to do, read his mind? he never tells anyone anything.” it wasn’t his fault that he had no idea what transpired. it wasn’t his job to know that. edmund seemed to make it a goal of his to never let anyone in. hell, if eddie had it his way, not even alfie would know, would he? the bastard.
dropping his arms down to his sides, he huffed a short breath as he sobered. he took a deep breath, trying to push down whatever anger that had visibly bubbled to the surface. “what happened, anyway?” he doubted that he’d ever know exactly what happened. all he had was his pieces of evidence-- the vague and few ones that left him wondering where the hell he went wrong. ed was defensive about his stitches. perhaps it was up to frederick to find out on his own.
— freddie didn’t know. how could he? he hadn’t been there. he hadn’t even been filled in that his cousin almost died over those stitches. a moment that was supposed to be chalked up as the only real bonding moment between him and eddie- quickly dissolved into something far, far worse. he could have let the conversation die down; however, freddie loved the attention he had in that moment. he loved having the focus on him; he was willing to do anything to keep the conversation going.
if he had known it would result in eddie shoving him away, ed walking away tensed and furious. his eyes darted over towards alf, evidently knowing much more on the topic than fred ever could’ve. his gaze wandered over towards his brother, at least relieved to see that he wasn’t the only one completely confused by the sudden change in mood. he looked back at ed’s form, clenching his jaw briefly before he, almost puzzled and confused, retorted, “what the hell, ed?”
eddie sharped turned back, powering towards him. fred dug his heels into the snow and stood his ground- and for that moment there was a brief glimpse past the good-boy persona. he glared daggers back at eddie, the confusion overridden by pure frustration the man brought him. “get that finger out of my fucking-” alfie intervened before anything else could happen. eddie trudged on forward, hands fumbling for a cigarette. he watched his retreating form with mild vexation, only breaking it as alfie turned his gaze towards him.
too soon? “i don’t even know what he’s on about,” he defended, gesturing towards ed’s retreating form. his gaze helplessly wandered towards will, as if expecting his brother to have his back at least somewhat. “what does he want me to do, read his mind? he never tells anyone anything.” it wasn’t his fault that he had no idea what transpired. it wasn’t his job to know that. edmund seemed to make it a goal of his to never let anyone in. hell, if eddie had it his way, not even alfie would know, would he? the bastard.
dropping his arms down to his sides, he huffed a short breath as he sobered. he took a deep breath, trying to push down whatever anger that had visibly bubbled to the surface. “what happened, anyway?” he doubted that he’d ever know exactly what happened. all he had was his pieces of evidence-- the vague and few ones that left him wondering where the hell he went wrong. ed was defensive about his stitches. perhaps it was up to frederick to find out on his own.
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