[the twenty-first] / [video]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[His eyes are peeking betwixt ungloved fingers, wide and wild. Edward does not blink throughout the entire transmission, but his pupils are consistently darting to and fro, darting about at a hummingbird’s pace. He looks disheveled, wretched and yet glowing with some intangible, nigh-golden force.]

I can—I have tried—over these past few hours—youhavetounderstanditisalotto—

[A pause. He seems captivated by something; he takes a deep, sensual breath.]

Cameron—who? Their safety—John and—and—Kyle and GLaDOS and who--? That can’t stop the cold. The lonely—that feeling won’t—look, I’m sorry—

[Grabs at the communicator, shaking it.]

Don’t. Don’t ignore this. The Porter—Don’t attack. I can see it, feel it, God it’s almost like being it, Alastair, don’t yield to that—It can’t end well—bloody hell, someone stop him! Someone stop it.

[A crack in his voice; the strain is apparent.]

Desire. Please. Stop it.

ooc || Eddie’s been hooked to the Threshold! That means he’ll be spewing desires from this permissions post throughout the span of comments here. If your desire wasn’t mentioned in the opening (didn’t want to bullet the material) fret not! Eddie will be sure to play the sibyl to someone.

Comments

[private]

[meowminx]

Lucky you.

Stop.

[private]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

I. Cannot. Stop.

[private]

[meowminx]

I meant stop acting like an ass, but you probably can't do that either.

[private]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

It's not my fault you're so easy to read.

And lonely.

[private]

[meowminx]

And what about you, Eddie? Is this really your idea of connecting to people? Because something tells me you're not going to have a hell of a lot of friends after this.

[private]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Like I care.

[private]

[meowminx]

Dammed if you do, dammed if you don't.

[private]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Been there, done that.

[private]

[meowminx]

You're really a sad little man, Edward.

[ she means it ]

[private]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Super pause. Oh, the dagger, Selina! How it twists.]

Falsehood. I am a self-made man. In all senses of the word. And that's all I need.

[private]

[meowminx]

[ Just dripping with scorn. ]

Guess we'll see, won't we? Once you stop being a Desire-made man, that is.

[private]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Said through gritted teeth.]

I was informed tomorrow would be a better day.

[private]

[meowminx]

[ you can hear her smirking ]

Have fun with the morning after, then.