For one reason or another, she's been putting off talking to Alice about it. She wears the ring every day, never takes it off, in fact, and she can see through both eyes again, and her and Babe have been getting more careless about using protection and she doesn't know, entirely, what she thinks about that, either, but there it is. Still, she ( Read more... )

In her sleep, she stirs and rolls towards him, pressing her nose against the hollow of his throat. It's a familiar position to find herself in, her arm snaking across him, hand smoothing across his hip. She fights valiantly to stay awake but it isn't working. Nelson shoves his head against her hand, looking for attention and Eden lifts her head ( Read more... )

Eden's up early, but she's got to make sure that she looks good for Babe! She's so lucky to have a boyfriend like him. Nelson purrs and rubs up against her ankle and Eden giggles and reaches down to scratch between his ears. Carefully, she combs her fingers through her hair and ties it into two bunches. She's so glad she didn't let Liebgott cut ( Read more... )

Every morning, when Eden wakes up, she automatically glances at the cuff on her wrist, which, more often than not, is the only thing she sleeps in, these days. April 1st. Another month, and she'll have been here for a year. Another month, and she'll have been sharing a bed with Babe for six. They end up at the homestead less and less. There's ( Read more... )

Not to put too fine a point on it, but Eden's pissed off. Babe won't even look at her, none of her clothes fit, she needs to shave and Nelson's being just as clingy as usual. She sits on the compound steps, feet stretched out on the sandy soil and Nelson curled up on one thigh. She's smoking her third cigarette in a row ( Read more... )

She's used to it. Either he stays with her or she stays with him but, more often than not, she falls asleep with one leg twined through Babe's, her face turned against his shoulder. It took some adjustment, after years on her own in a wide, bed, but she's got it now. She'd ever admit to liking it ( Read more... )

She doesn't have the energy to walk all the way back to her hut; by the time the party's over, her feet ache miserably, even if the way that Babe's been looking at her all night makes up for it. She's had enough cider to make her head spin a little, nevermind dancing with Babe and Joe, talking to little girls about baseball and piglets ( Read more... )

It's not as bad as it looks ( Read more... )

Eden Sinclair
Magic Fucking Island
Who the Fuck knows Where
Earth (probably)

On the beach, Eden's chasing birds. She's running around with bare feet and Alice helped her roll up the cuffs on the camos she found, and she's got a khaki coloured t-shirt and a jacket discarded near-by and the clothes box even gave her a cap and a plastic gun. When Eden was nine years old, she hadn't done much playing. There hadn't been muc ( Read more... )