MUSE / Eddie Dear - Tumblr Posts
what horror trope are you? ━ the lover.
love has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed━ and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?
gets on all fours and chases the mailman . he's not a dog , he's just rotten . >:) // throws a naughty fox @ eddie dear , im so sorry-
for as clumsy as Eddie was by nature, he could sense danger on a dime. Intuition like a needle through the thread he always got yanked around by, it pulled him along too. He might've been a busybody, never as bad as Frank or Sally & with none of the extra hands Howdy had to keep up that kind of pace, but Eddie was sharp as anything, sharp enough to see it when the curtains tugged on themselves, sharp enough to get cut by whatever it was behind them ; all stuffing, right? what did they expect?
━ but that'd be barking up the wrong leash ( or yanking down the wrong tree? ), after all : the daylight still bloomed in the sky & through its merry little leaves, as though the world was none the wiser, and all the children know that bad things only happen at night.
No, this wasn't a bad thing; the rotten todd rampaging with keen golden eyes set on a particular postman was a day-to-day, an uncommon visitor, sure, but when have they ever turned down a new friend?
though ━ just because Eddie saw him as a friend never meant he didn't see the holler & haul of the chase itching up his legs when he heard foxy but didn't catch sight of him 'til juuust a moment after ( he'd been talking to Wally, and Wally was always a giveaway to what he caught with those big, button eyes. Eddie was thankful for how many times it'd saved him from the canine ━ vulpine? ━ family tree )
"Oh- Hey now, hold on mister, I-I don't think I've━" ( he's not slowing down- shoot, he's not slowing down! eddie knows this game! ) hands hurry faster to push letters into the mailbox, casting an apologetic glance to a Wally whom he can't read if is more amused or panicked by the fox's intrusion, hoping he read the scrawl on them right the first time as his voice pitches higher "don't tell me barnaby taught you some'a his tricks, h-huh━?"
and he's off like a rabbit to the races! the efforts to reason dashed as quick as he could dash himself when he could no longer deny ( or hope ) that the burgundy buccanear was a homing hound right for him, and no other!
good-night alive! and just when he thought today would be a slow day━!