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Fiddleford Hadron McGucket ([personal profile] terribibble) wrote2016-02-08 05:17 pm
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terribibble: (absolutely very upsetting)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-03-21 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
How much do you remember?

[He's got most of it, he thinks, but he knows better than to trust his memory of anything anymore. He could be forgetting huge chunks of what he saw.

He didn't forget the noose in AM's mind, unfortunately. Of course that's one of the things that wouldn't go away.]
thefuckingbeam: (are we sure about this)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-03-21 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Uh—

[Eddie swears under his breath as he misses a move and causes a small pileup on the screen.]

A lot. Unfortunately. I saw, uh—I saw your house, so that was neat.
terribibble: (this is how i took my SATs)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-03-21 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
My house.

[A row disappears from his screen. Alright. Just gotta keep that going.]

I remember -- I think. It's all jumbled up, y'know, everythin' that happened. Like dreams usually are.
thefuckingbeam: (we can fight but i'll definitely win)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-03-21 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Shag carpeting and everything.

[Eddie grunts in mingled victory and distress; he clears a line of blocks, but this conversation is venturing toward thornier territory than he'd hoped.]

I know what you mean. It was fuckin' weird, I'm not gonna lie to you. I think—I met your wife.
terribibble: (this fuckin dweebus tho)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-03-22 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[Yeah, this conversation has strayed pretty far into things Fiddleford isn't sure he wants to talk about, but now that they're here they might as well have it out. He's oddly curious, just as much as he is apprehensive.]

Was she -- what did you think of her?

[He doesn't know. He appeared to some of the people in his own mind but not to Eddie, and so he has only the vaguest idea of what Eddie might have seen.]
thefuckingbeam: (sucks to suck)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-03-23 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nope nope nope he is not about to tell Fiddleford that his wife was a many-eyed Lovecraftian horror. It's simply not a conversation Eddie is interested in having right now. He grits his teeth, clears another then, and then shrugs, trying to remain casual.]

Uh—couldn't tell, honestly. Never saw her face. She seemed quiet.
terribibble: (this is how i took my SATs)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-03-29 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. Doesn't sound much like her.

[He plops a piece down just a little too much to the left. Crap. It's fine. He can correct for it.]

She wasn't a shy woman, really. If she thought somethin' you'd know.
thefuckingbeam: (yikes (tm))

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-03-31 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. [Eddie's concentrated almost furiously on the game now, his grip extraordinarily tight on the joystick.]

That's weird, man. Maybe dream-her was just...different.

[YEAH JUST A LITTLE BIT let's go with that.]
terribibble: (his chin goes INSIDE him)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-04-03 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Can't imagine why she would have been.

[It's not like he erased that much to do with her... he understands why his dream of Ford was how it was. He saw that when he saved Robbie from it, and even if he doesn't remember the whole thing all too clear he has the face burned into his memory like a flashbulb picture. He remembers her voice, too, he remembers because Draco --]

... She wasn't a pterodactyl, was she?
thefuckingbeam: (yikes (tm))

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-04-03 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie snorts so hard it actually hurts, shaking his head. God, he wishes she'd been a pterodactyl.]

No, man. She was not a fuckin' dinosaur. She was human-shaped.
terribibble: (he has no will of his own)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-04-07 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Good. Good, she shoulda been.

[He lapses into quiet for a little bit, shifting blocks and trying to make up for his earlier mistake. There was a thread to the conversation here but it's an unpleasant one and he's fine letting it dangle for just a little bit until--]

I'm sorry. If it wasn't all that nice, bein' in my head. It's not always a nice place.
thefuckingbeam: (a real wiseguy)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-04-07 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eddie wants to tell him. Knows he should, at least, more than any overwhelming desire to discuss the experience. But he just can't bring himself to do it. It'd ruin a perfectly nice time they're having.

He grunts a couple times, punching the button furiously to rotate a long block just in time to fit it neatly into a space, clearing three rows at once.]

Fuck yeah. It's—it's okay. Mine's not, either.
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