02-15-2021, 04:48 PM
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A lot of people wanted to kill him; any Stirling should take great pride in that. Eddie, on the other hand, would only feel honour in dying by his own hand. It wasn't the first time others wished death upon him, but it certainly wouldn't be the last — the only difference this time was that Eddie would grow to trust his killer. No one could win his trust with ease — the world was cold and yet Eddie would run from the little warmth it provided — but sometimes a person would come into his life and remind him of someone in his former life. Colt reminded Eddie of his late brother, Alfie; he was sarcastic and unwavering, incessantly rocking the boat and yet a good person. Eddie missed Alfie every waking breath of the day, yet Colt was something of a reassurance in his grief.
❝ Right. Ready to go? ❞ Eddie questioned as he wandered out the front door passed Colt, pulling a pair of black leather gloves over cold fingertips before he began to climb down the stairs. Colt was possibly perplexed by Eddie’s inability to provide many details as of yet, but that would be a conversation for on their walk. ❝ So I was thinking of reinforcing the main routes into Flintlock’s territory. I imagine they’ll want to arrive by horseback so placing slanted wooden spikes to prevent any trampling. Then… ❞
Edmund went quiet momentarily, trudging through the heavy snow as he allowed himself time to contemplate his plans, ❝ In the next few days, I want to take a wagon down to the junkyard. Collect some steel sheets to bring back up to form some defence from any bullets coming our way. ❞ If there was any way to keep his people safe, it would be by building defences around them. Hopefully they wouldn't need to put these barriers to good use; Eddie would far prefer to initiate the attack against Bluestem Prairie rather than being caught off guard again by an ambush. He couldn't bear to lose another loved one to those lawless bastards.
For much of the walk thereafter, Eddie chose not to talk. He was barely a team player nowadays, let alone one to initiate small talk to pass the time. Surely Colt would barely mind; from Eddie's own observations, he got the impression that Colt was not much of a team player, either. But, deep in the woods surrounding Flintlock's Lodge, Eddie finally shifted narrow eyes over to glance at Colt. ❝ Why did you come here? ❞ He was blunt as he questioned, gaze flitting over Colt's features briefly before looking ahead of him once more. ❝ To Flintlock? You turned up in pretty bad shape; if I was struggling so much I would have just turned around. ❞ Eddie was fortunate enough to have joined in the spring time when the snow was mostly melted. This time of the year, however, was unsparing; fatal, oftentimes.
Colt was brave to trek up to the lodge in such unforgiving territories, Eddie would think. What he'd fail to contemplate, though, was how Colt did it with the order to kill him.
A lot of people wanted to kill him; any Stirling should take great pride in that. Eddie, on the other hand, would only feel honour in dying by his own hand. It wasn't the first time others wished death upon him, but it certainly wouldn't be the last — the only difference this time was that Eddie would grow to trust his killer. No one could win his trust with ease — the world was cold and yet Eddie would run from the little warmth it provided — but sometimes a person would come into his life and remind him of someone in his former life. Colt reminded Eddie of his late brother, Alfie; he was sarcastic and unwavering, incessantly rocking the boat and yet a good person. Eddie missed Alfie every waking breath of the day, yet Colt was something of a reassurance in his grief.
❝ Right. Ready to go? ❞ Eddie questioned as he wandered out the front door passed Colt, pulling a pair of black leather gloves over cold fingertips before he began to climb down the stairs. Colt was possibly perplexed by Eddie’s inability to provide many details as of yet, but that would be a conversation for on their walk. ❝ So I was thinking of reinforcing the main routes into Flintlock’s territory. I imagine they’ll want to arrive by horseback so placing slanted wooden spikes to prevent any trampling. Then… ❞
Edmund went quiet momentarily, trudging through the heavy snow as he allowed himself time to contemplate his plans, ❝ In the next few days, I want to take a wagon down to the junkyard. Collect some steel sheets to bring back up to form some defence from any bullets coming our way. ❞ If there was any way to keep his people safe, it would be by building defences around them. Hopefully they wouldn't need to put these barriers to good use; Eddie would far prefer to initiate the attack against Bluestem Prairie rather than being caught off guard again by an ambush. He couldn't bear to lose another loved one to those lawless bastards.
For much of the walk thereafter, Eddie chose not to talk. He was barely a team player nowadays, let alone one to initiate small talk to pass the time. Surely Colt would barely mind; from Eddie's own observations, he got the impression that Colt was not much of a team player, either. But, deep in the woods surrounding Flintlock's Lodge, Eddie finally shifted narrow eyes over to glance at Colt. ❝ Why did you come here? ❞ He was blunt as he questioned, gaze flitting over Colt's features briefly before looking ahead of him once more. ❝ To Flintlock? You turned up in pretty bad shape; if I was struggling so much I would have just turned around. ❞ Eddie was fortunate enough to have joined in the spring time when the snow was mostly melted. This time of the year, however, was unsparing; fatal, oftentimes.
Colt was brave to trek up to the lodge in such unforgiving territories, Eddie would think. What he'd fail to contemplate, though, was how Colt did it with the order to kill him.
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