WHERE'S THE DAMAGE CONTROL ? // OPEN .
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a stirling could try and fight their way out of the pattern set many generations before them. they could claw their way out, even, freddie liked to think. though freddie also liked to think that the pattern would find its way back to that man, grab them by the ankles, and drag them kicking and screaming back to where they belonged. he guessed for edmund, this was finally the time the man had fallen from grace.

even as smug as he momentarily felt deep down, he didn’t dare try and involve himself in whatever altercation was happening between eddie and his wife. only after the fighting had stopped, and a few minutes after, did he decide it was time to go and show his head. he had no idea what he would say, how he would even react to such an event, but curiosity always seemed to intrigue frederick.

“...i’m just not your wife anymore.” those were the only words he had managed to hear before watching blake exit from the room. he glanced between her and the doorway before eventually he dared to poke his head into the living room. sure enough, there ed was. he looked stoic and distant, yet certain tells in his features made him look so much softer than all the other times he’d seen him like this. for once, the big guy looked surprisingly small, even while looking so painfully put together.

he figured he would've enjoyed eddie's fall from grace a bit more than he actually did.

for a moment he felt surprisingly at a loss of words. usually he said the first thing that came to his head, blurting them out without care. it was hard to do that when there was almost nothing but radio static ringing in his head. blowing a long breath out, he turned his gaze away from ed. “it’s not the end of the world,” he eventually said, arguably one of the nicer things he had ever said to ed. guess even he wouldn’t beat the man while he was already down.



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Re: WHERE'S THE DAMAGE CONTROL ? // OPEN . - by freddie - 03-05-2020, 08:26 PM



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