( eddie will indulge his beloved in any whimsical topic she chooses. whether it be the constitution of disney princess, ghosts and goblins, or the fate of what he's come to know as waylon's 'previous' family, eddie is open to every silly, inconsequential, useless, grating, hideous, knobby-kneed, flat-chested, split-ended, high-waisted thought named lisa park that pops into waylon's head, even if the syllables make eddie want to drive a blade through his darling's chest.
after all, to be a man in love is to suffer.
understandably, disney talk is more palatable by comparison. )
My love, it's only natural that you'd see things that way. You're a good woman with a good heart. It's a gift and a curse. It makes you have trouble seeing things for what they are... but I can help you.
( case in point: had waylon been a worldly woman, she might have seen eddie's car coming from miles away before it ran him over she walked in front of it. her innocence is a draw more than anything. eddie finds it sweet that waylon finds meaning in the story of snow white, even if she is completely and utterly wrong. she's like a child who's mispronounced something, but is too adorable to correct.
when it seems like waylon's finished the majority of his meal, eddie seats his plate aside and gingerly hoists him into his arms. perhaps they'll work on crutches, or a wheelchair in the future, but eddie thinks walking lessons can wait until waylon isn't, as his mother would say, grimy. )
It's a shame that you haven't seen the rest of our home sooner. I felt it more important for you to regain your strength rather than bog you down with doors and hallways... but, well, better late than never.
( carrying waylon up from the basement to the first floor is easy work for a big, strong man like eddie. the living room and kitchen they pass are idyllic, with a newspaper resting by a burning fire and a kettle of tea simmering quietly on an immaculate stove. beyond the backdoor, maybe, waylon might see mounds of freshly turned soil, but never mind that.
the centerpiece of the living room, naturally, is a giant gown in a half-state of completion. )
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after all, to be a man in love is to suffer.
understandably, disney talk is more palatable by comparison. )
My love, it's only natural that you'd see things that way. You're a good woman with a good heart. It's a gift and a curse. It makes you have trouble seeing things for what they are... but I can help you.
( case in point: had waylon been a worldly woman, she might have seen eddie's car coming from miles away before
it ran him overshe walked in front of it. her innocence is a draw more than anything. eddie finds it sweet that waylon finds meaning in the story of snow white, even if she is completely and utterly wrong. she's like a child who's mispronounced something, but is too adorable to correct.when it seems like waylon's finished the majority of his meal, eddie seats his plate aside and gingerly hoists him into his arms. perhaps they'll work on crutches, or a wheelchair in the future, but eddie thinks walking lessons can wait until waylon isn't, as his mother would say, grimy. )
It's a shame that you haven't seen the rest of our home sooner. I felt it more important for you to regain your strength rather than bog you down with doors and hallways... but, well, better late than never.
( carrying waylon up from the basement to the first floor is easy work for a big, strong man like eddie. the living room and kitchen they pass are idyllic, with a newspaper resting by a burning fire and a kettle of tea simmering quietly on an immaculate stove. beyond the backdoor, maybe, waylon might see mounds of freshly turned soil, but never mind that.
the centerpiece of the living room, naturally, is a giant gown in a half-state of completion. )