( In which Edward is a stalker, and Matthew Hague proposes to Caroline. )

Fandom had, for some time, put ideas of ambition and future in Edward's head, like perhaps he really was intended for more. After the events of the past few weeks, however, he had began to wonder - perhaps his life was here, in the beer suds, around the sloppy grins of easy women with hardly any teeth and even fewer morals, and by the time of his ( Read more... )

All right, so Edward had had a bit of a celebratory drink to mark the occasion of his moving on into the next stage of his life on Fandom. And then perhaps he'd had another one, and then he'd gone a-wandering, and, well, all that ale made you feel like you were awfully in need of a privvy ( Read more... )

"You think you're above the likes of us, don't you?"

This was not, strictly speaking, the first time this accusation had been levelled towards Edward: in fact, it scraped neither the second nor the third. He heard it a lot, and he heard it often, and he usually heard it in situations such as this one, an ale cradled in his hands and two sets of ( Read more... )