[original] wake up call - g - july 07
Um, I promise they're going to get to Oregon soon. I just need to have more than twenty minutes free to plot it out.
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original - wake up call - g - in which asher muses and then wakes up. or something. it's short, just read it.
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Eddie spoke three languages. Growing up, he learned Spanish and English concurrently. In high school and college, he took eight years of Italian and was close to fluent in that as well.
Asher spoke English. Badly, sometimes, and with none of the grace or beauty with which Eddie said the simplest of things in any language. Eddie had a sweet, sexy voice, with just a hint of an accent. He could twist the meaning of entire sentences with just the smallest inflection. He could make even the worst news sound bearable, just by being the one to break it.
Asher would have been jealous if it was anyone else, but he couldn't be jealous of Eddie, and it almost worked out better this way. This way, he got to hear Eddie speak as often as he wanted, whenever he wanted. He took advantage of it, too. When he had hard days, he wasn't above calling Eddie just to hear him ask to call back later. He liked letting Eddie handle things when they were out together, liked to ask Eddie to tell stories while he was trying to sleep or settle his nerves. He would even admit to, once or twice, calling Eddie's cell when he knew Eddie was out, just to hear the message again and again.
That was the only reason that Asher didn't take a swing at Eddie on their second morning on the road, when he woke up with his brain leaking out his ears and the pressing need to revisit his dinner. If it was anyone else, he would have wanted to die, or maybe to kill them. Instead, he manged to crack open his eyes and murmur a garbled greeting, with the hope that it would entice Eddie to keep talking until Asher had his head on straight again.
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original - wake up call - g - in which asher muses and then wakes up. or something. it's short, just read it.
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Eddie spoke three languages. Growing up, he learned Spanish and English concurrently. In high school and college, he took eight years of Italian and was close to fluent in that as well.
Asher spoke English. Badly, sometimes, and with none of the grace or beauty with which Eddie said the simplest of things in any language. Eddie had a sweet, sexy voice, with just a hint of an accent. He could twist the meaning of entire sentences with just the smallest inflection. He could make even the worst news sound bearable, just by being the one to break it.
Asher would have been jealous if it was anyone else, but he couldn't be jealous of Eddie, and it almost worked out better this way. This way, he got to hear Eddie speak as often as he wanted, whenever he wanted. He took advantage of it, too. When he had hard days, he wasn't above calling Eddie just to hear him ask to call back later. He liked letting Eddie handle things when they were out together, liked to ask Eddie to tell stories while he was trying to sleep or settle his nerves. He would even admit to, once or twice, calling Eddie's cell when he knew Eddie was out, just to hear the message again and again.
That was the only reason that Asher didn't take a swing at Eddie on their second morning on the road, when he woke up with his brain leaking out his ears and the pressing need to revisit his dinner. If it was anyone else, he would have wanted to die, or maybe to kill them. Instead, he manged to crack open his eyes and murmur a garbled greeting, with the hope that it would entice Eddie to keep talking until Asher had his head on straight again.