1st Drowned Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs & Ophelia [Accidental video]
[Familiar guitar playing can be heard, its not long before the blackberries feed turns on. Revealing a partially demolished loft along with a familiar chuck resting on the carpeted floor.
Eddie apparently is oblivious to the fact his blackberry is on, he’s just playing guitar singing Angel Witch.]
Nobody else can see you the same way as myself, Fly high and touch the sky, you're the angel I adore, If only you could feel for me that I feel for you, why do you ignore me, angel? Why can't I go with you.
[And Ophelia is doing her nails. Ignoring him. She peers over her shoulder for a moment then goes back to her nails. After all, they are not going to do themselves, like she told Eddie to do to himself just so recently.]
[The roadie is content to sing and play. He’s content for a man being ignored by his maybe-sortof-idk girlfriend.]
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch, you're an angel witch, you're an angel witch. [Okay maybe a SMALL side glance at her.]
You know since that Halloween party I hate that term, correct?
I might remember it. [Is his eventual response. He’s still playing. Possibly to either start a fight or serenade her.] Does that mean you want me to change songs?
Depends, do you want your throat ripped out?
Wouldn’t be the first time you attempted to do that. [Dryly has to comment, plunk, plunk, plunk.] So, I’m guessin’ song change is in order. Any requests?
[she pauses for a moment.] How about ‘Diary of a Madman’?
I think I can do that. [Unsurprisingly he can play that song, and very well. ] Screaming at the window, watch me die another day, hopeless situation endless price I have to pay, sanity now it's beyond me there's no choice.
[She smiles as he sings, deciding to sing the chorus] Sanity now now beyond me, I will always love you. How ever long I stay, I will always love you. Whatever words I say, I will always love you. Theres no choice.
[Eddie continues with the main lines of the song. Surprisingly the two sound good together. The roadie unconsciously moving closer to the drowned woman besides him on the couch. The blackberry still enjoying the view of Eddie’s legs along with Ophelia’s inky dress.]
[Her dress envelopes Eddie’s legs as the tears climb up him a little.]
[Eddie either hasn’t noticed this or doesn’t mind, still playing the song on Clementine. He’s managed to edge in close enough that they’ll be touching if either of them try to go anywhere.]
[She let more of the tears go over him as she moves closer to Eddie to kiss him.] You know, you’re pretty when put to use.
[He has to give a small amused sound at that after they break apart from their kiss.] Glad I’m appreciated when I deserve it. [Eddie just lightly rests his hand on her knee.]
Well, you do look better when you’re working then when you’re sitting around. So now, make me a sandwich.
[One can hear the eye roll in his tone as he speaks.] Ey, I was workin’ with Clementine. So it wasn’t sittin’ round. [Soon enough the blackberry can see a guitar being placed down by the couch, a few inches away from its screen.] As long as I don’t have to wear an apron I can make you one.
But what if I think you look better in one?
[The roadie finally decides to stand, the blackberries vision momentarily obscured as Eddie JUST BARELY misses stepping on it.] Still not gonna get me in one that easily.
I’d think you’d enjoy it. Being my cute little housewife.
I thought you wanted to drown me, not put me in an apron and make me make toil round the house for ya.
[Ophelia has to laugh a little at that, not a scathing biting laugh- a real one. A smile just briefly touching her features before she manages to curl it into a smirk.] Don't give me ideas, Eddie. I doubt you'd want me to use you then kill you. But I think you might just enjoy it.
I somehow doubt I can give you any worse ideas. [Yet here he is, still going to make Ophelia a sandwich. His voice becomes distant the further he gets from the blackberry on the floor.]
[Ophelia seems content as she can be to stay on the couch. Languidly stretched out for a few moments before eventually rising from the black leather couch. Her tendrils brushing over the blackberry, obscuring its view before its picked up by tendril of tears. It getting the wobbly view of her walking through the rather nice loft the couple are settled in.]
You’re not that antsy for a sandwich are you? [Eddie’s voice is much closer now. Partially muffled by the black inky tendrils moving over the blackberry as Ophelia walks closer. The feed eventually rising up along with the tendrils as she curls them around Eddie’s leg.]
You just take too long. [Here Eddie have Ophelia leaning against you. The blackberry shakily still rising.] Besides, you dropped this. [Her words are helped by the blackberry poking Eddie in the side with the blackberry before its settled jarringly down on the countertop.]
Oh- thanks. [The feed can now see Eddie setting aside the sandwich making to turn, the feed being tilted to see the inky tears curled around Eddie casually as he wraps an arm around Ophelia’s waist. He pulling her close to bring their faces together. The roadie moving to bump his nose lightly against hers. He moving to murmur something lowly in her ear, she smiles as she returns some other words, she wraps her arms loosely around Eddie’s neck. For a moment, she looks like she is happy, and for the Goth woman, that is saying a lot.]
Sanity now now beyond me, I will always love you. How ever long I stay, I will always love you. [Is sung quietly to Ophelia, he moving to brush a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. He letting a hand drop- it accidentally falling on the blackberry, said device clattering to the floor and shutting off.]
Eddie apparently is oblivious to the fact his blackberry is on, he’s just playing guitar singing Angel Witch.]
Nobody else can see you the same way as myself, Fly high and touch the sky, you're the angel I adore, If only you could feel for me that I feel for you, why do you ignore me, angel? Why can't I go with you.
[And Ophelia is doing her nails. Ignoring him. She peers over her shoulder for a moment then goes back to her nails. After all, they are not going to do themselves, like she told Eddie to do to himself just so recently.]
[The roadie is content to sing and play. He’s content for a man being ignored by his maybe-sortof-idk girlfriend.]
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch, you're an angel witch, you're an angel witch. [Okay maybe a SMALL side glance at her.]
You know since that Halloween party I hate that term, correct?
I might remember it. [Is his eventual response. He’s still playing. Possibly to either start a fight or serenade her.] Does that mean you want me to change songs?
Depends, do you want your throat ripped out?
Wouldn’t be the first time you attempted to do that. [Dryly has to comment, plunk, plunk, plunk.] So, I’m guessin’ song change is in order. Any requests?
[she pauses for a moment.] How about ‘Diary of a Madman’?
I think I can do that. [Unsurprisingly he can play that song, and very well. ] Screaming at the window, watch me die another day, hopeless situation endless price I have to pay, sanity now it's beyond me there's no choice.
[She smiles as he sings, deciding to sing the chorus] Sanity now now beyond me, I will always love you. How ever long I stay, I will always love you. Whatever words I say, I will always love you. Theres no choice.
[Eddie continues with the main lines of the song. Surprisingly the two sound good together. The roadie unconsciously moving closer to the drowned woman besides him on the couch. The blackberry still enjoying the view of Eddie’s legs along with Ophelia’s inky dress.]
[Her dress envelopes Eddie’s legs as the tears climb up him a little.]
[Eddie either hasn’t noticed this or doesn’t mind, still playing the song on Clementine. He’s managed to edge in close enough that they’ll be touching if either of them try to go anywhere.]
[She let more of the tears go over him as she moves closer to Eddie to kiss him.] You know, you’re pretty when put to use.
[He has to give a small amused sound at that after they break apart from their kiss.] Glad I’m appreciated when I deserve it. [Eddie just lightly rests his hand on her knee.]
Well, you do look better when you’re working then when you’re sitting around. So now, make me a sandwich.
[One can hear the eye roll in his tone as he speaks.] Ey, I was workin’ with Clementine. So it wasn’t sittin’ round. [Soon enough the blackberry can see a guitar being placed down by the couch, a few inches away from its screen.] As long as I don’t have to wear an apron I can make you one.
But what if I think you look better in one?
[The roadie finally decides to stand, the blackberries vision momentarily obscured as Eddie JUST BARELY misses stepping on it.] Still not gonna get me in one that easily.
I’d think you’d enjoy it. Being my cute little housewife.
I thought you wanted to drown me, not put me in an apron and make me make toil round the house for ya.
[Ophelia has to laugh a little at that, not a scathing biting laugh- a real one. A smile just briefly touching her features before she manages to curl it into a smirk.] Don't give me ideas, Eddie. I doubt you'd want me to use you then kill you. But I think you might just enjoy it.
I somehow doubt I can give you any worse ideas. [Yet here he is, still going to make Ophelia a sandwich. His voice becomes distant the further he gets from the blackberry on the floor.]
[Ophelia seems content as she can be to stay on the couch. Languidly stretched out for a few moments before eventually rising from the black leather couch. Her tendrils brushing over the blackberry, obscuring its view before its picked up by tendril of tears. It getting the wobbly view of her walking through the rather nice loft the couple are settled in.]
You’re not that antsy for a sandwich are you? [Eddie’s voice is much closer now. Partially muffled by the black inky tendrils moving over the blackberry as Ophelia walks closer. The feed eventually rising up along with the tendrils as she curls them around Eddie’s leg.]
You just take too long. [Here Eddie have Ophelia leaning against you. The blackberry shakily still rising.] Besides, you dropped this. [Her words are helped by the blackberry poking Eddie in the side with the blackberry before its settled jarringly down on the countertop.]
Oh- thanks. [The feed can now see Eddie setting aside the sandwich making to turn, the feed being tilted to see the inky tears curled around Eddie casually as he wraps an arm around Ophelia’s waist. He pulling her close to bring their faces together. The roadie moving to bump his nose lightly against hers. He moving to murmur something lowly in her ear, she smiles as she returns some other words, she wraps her arms loosely around Eddie’s neck. For a moment, she looks like she is happy, and for the Goth woman, that is saying a lot.]
Sanity now now beyond me, I will always love you. How ever long I stay, I will always love you. [Is sung quietly to Ophelia, he moving to brush a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. He letting a hand drop- it accidentally falling on the blackberry, said device clattering to the floor and shutting off.]