she almost doesn’t recognise him, this most irregular of regulars, but when it clicks in her head, peggy looks as thrilled as always. she’s never liked anyone by halves, peggy, and never truly disliked anybody either– meaning that this is a reaction that a lot of people get from her. but that doesn’t make it any less genuine. she is so very happy to see him again.
getting up from her seat, tucked away in the corner of this nice little café she likes to frequent after work, she greets him in that very usual way of hers. ( her heart is so big, it’s a wonder it can fit inside somebody so small. but, goodness, does it ever show itself here. )
‘ oh! i was starting to think i wasn’t going to see you again! ’
a distant purpose resides to the smooth way he strides in through the carved wood and glass of the door, the delicate call of a bell sounding overhead. she may be here, she may not. what earl does know, is that this, now, is her place of choice. and originally, he’s stopping by for coffee while he’s back in town, but with a smile like hers, one that really lights up the place, it becomes more of a chore to discern whether that could be the driving factor in choosing this café, of all places. he’s not about to make a mystery of it, though, much unlike everything else that surrounds their strange sort of friendship.
‘ so you’ve been thinkin’ about me, huh … glad to prove you wrong. ’ i fall short of leaving distance between us as i approach and hell, i haven’t smiled like this in a long time. it might be a dead giveaway. i think about her more than i should for a friend away from home. peggy. what a dame. you don’t find ‘em much like her anymore. there’s so much charm to the way she opens up to you, and in turn, has you opening up to her. if i knew any better, i’d say i’d go stupid over her. i’m delighted i don’t.
the stench of fear, the stain of blood. it’s all been washed off a good hour prior to this. if she knew, he’s certain she wouldn’t see him the same. he’s not even sure the woman could hurt a fly. it’s less shame (in fact, there is none) and more accommodation, politeness, that’ll prevent her from ever really knowing too much about him. he does muse, however: with such a soft heart, comes the strong sense of loyalty, of fairness. who knows? perhaps he’s been underestimating her. whatever it is, they’ll always been drawn to each other’s company for all sorts of strange and humdrum reasons. wandering, passionate souls full of amour tend to.
a contented man relaxes, back finding refuge in polish and cushion. there’s some hazed purse to his lips as he watches her, head tilted, hand warming against ceramic. it’s beginning to get colder and colder, the leaves rightfully littering the sidewalk have a satisfying crunch and to breath air in through the nose is refreshing. momentarily, they can hear … nothing, it’s so peaceful despite the oncoming rush hour. earl inhales, exhales steadily, the aromatic slow roast settling the inside of his body. sometimes things can be such a blur, the premise upon their first words, but it doesn’t seem to bother him, either. yes, it has been a while.
‘ i’ll be honest here. i’m a little sweet on you. ’ reason enough to show up, there’s a tease of fondness in prodding her ego a bit. we slip into our seats, the waitress comes over to pour my coffee, i get a smile from her, too. and everything is calm, we’re sedated by the past normalcy, the paused intimacy and we catch up to where we’ve left off. it’s such a stark contrast to a morning filled with rain and screaming. and i find it so easy to forget about it. some people? norman. they’re so affected by trauma, i feel sorry for ‘em.
i’ve not got anything to do so if you’re interested in plotting relationships i’ll hit u up and we can spitball, share wishlists and so on. if you ever get an idea for something, always feel free to straight up write me a starter, too!
update: took some herbal medicinal pills so i’m going to sleep now.
If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.
okay but imagine a “you’re a prostitute that i hired because i’ve been feeling lonely as fuck and my life is kind of spiraling but as soon as you started seducing me it felt kind of wrong so i tried to talk to you instead and you thought i was cute and humored me since i was charged by the hour anyway and now it’s a few nights later and i’ve found you in some bar so i pay you to hang out with me again” au??????????
