04-04-2020, 03:01 PM
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— if there were ever two men that were opposites, it seemed like fred and eddie were quite the example. a friendly grin from fred was met with impassive, stoic features from his cousin. edmund really didn’t have a future career in acting; to see a single flicker of emotion from the man was nothing short of a miracle. still, the stoic man strolled closer nonetheless. if it were possible for fred to grin even more, he did. typical stirling. they could never turn down a challenge.
it was nice to know that eddie wasn’t a complete disappointment.
he agreed, decided to put a wager on it. “what are you willing to lose, freddie?” the words were asked so casually. fred couldn’t help but visibly pause for a moment before he grinned, chuckling under his breath. he punched ed’s shoulder, remarking lightheartedly, “competitive bastard. i love it.” and then he sobered, thinking about how he could make things interesting. he didn’t really have much interesting in this place to give to ed. if he needed to leave suddenly, it seemed like he could leave in minutes and it’d appear almost like he’d never been there in the first place. he liked it that way… though he knew something that ed had that must’ve held some sentimental value.
“if i win,” he started, and perhaps the grin growing on his features made it obvious just how shitty his deal would be, “then i get those rings blake gave back to you.” he turned to look at the target, shifting his weight onto one leg as he noted seemingly absently, “those are stirling heirlooms, yeah?” there wasn’t even a point in him having those rings; he’d never get married. however, the idea of knowing that he would have them while eddie didn’t… that was what made it worth it.
“if you win,” he contemplated it for a moment, though he knew his wager wouldn’t be nearly as interesting. “then i’ll leave you alone for a week. i won’t say anything that’ll shatter you and your fragile ego.” he held a hand out, grinning. “deal?”
— if there were ever two men that were opposites, it seemed like fred and eddie were quite the example. a friendly grin from fred was met with impassive, stoic features from his cousin. edmund really didn’t have a future career in acting; to see a single flicker of emotion from the man was nothing short of a miracle. still, the stoic man strolled closer nonetheless. if it were possible for fred to grin even more, he did. typical stirling. they could never turn down a challenge.
it was nice to know that eddie wasn’t a complete disappointment.
he agreed, decided to put a wager on it. “what are you willing to lose, freddie?” the words were asked so casually. fred couldn’t help but visibly pause for a moment before he grinned, chuckling under his breath. he punched ed’s shoulder, remarking lightheartedly, “competitive bastard. i love it.” and then he sobered, thinking about how he could make things interesting. he didn’t really have much interesting in this place to give to ed. if he needed to leave suddenly, it seemed like he could leave in minutes and it’d appear almost like he’d never been there in the first place. he liked it that way… though he knew something that ed had that must’ve held some sentimental value.
“if i win,” he started, and perhaps the grin growing on his features made it obvious just how shitty his deal would be, “then i get those rings blake gave back to you.” he turned to look at the target, shifting his weight onto one leg as he noted seemingly absently, “those are stirling heirlooms, yeah?” there wasn’t even a point in him having those rings; he’d never get married. however, the idea of knowing that he would have them while eddie didn’t… that was what made it worth it.
“if you win,” he contemplated it for a moment, though he knew his wager wouldn’t be nearly as interesting. “then i’ll leave you alone for a week. i won’t say anything that’ll shatter you and your fragile ego.” he held a hand out, grinning. “deal?”
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