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farcicalhuman · 2 months
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Deft in Spring // Eddie Gluskin x male oc
Content warning: DW n/a
There was little scarring on the tailor's face, it was astoundingly smooth. Sinclair had lived nearly half the life Eddie had, and yet his face was tousled with memories of admittedly stupid escapades. Being intimate meant to reveal those minute details, but it was if Gluskin was free of them. Eddie's face shone brightly in conversation erasing all ridges; dissolving them into that smug grin he always seemed to put on. It was so foul to Sinclair, for a man this awful, to be at peace. Despite having much preferred Eddie like this, he in no way could muster a reason that he should deserve it.
His forefingers made sure to be as delicate as possible during their descent. Even in their faltering as Sinclair grazed over from the temples down the fine stooped brow to his cheek. Keeping clear of his lips and mouth as if the man would snap at any trying movement. Getting Edward this still never mind lying before him on a Sunday morning was hard enough.
Sinclair would much rather not push his luck. He theorised over every tiny decision in the man's advances. Rationalising his lidded tired eyes as the sun's subject, Eddie's lack of vulgar comment merely a testimony to his fatigue, and even how Sinclair felt the further warmth of Eddie's face sinking into his leg. Like blood into sun-baked asphalt.
Not wanting to consider the idea, that in some roundabout fashion, Edward actually loved him. Deciding to get this involved with Eddie was already a death sentence; begining to enjoy the subdued side of a violent man would only worsen the whole situation.
Still, Eddie seemed to look much more manageable in this light. Caked not in viscus gore, but summer sunlight cushioned on grass that caressed his forearms where it could. It was beautiful. Sinclair considered he was wrong, not about Eddie's personality in anyway, but on Eddie's scars.
His hand swayed over the wrinkle caused only by a harsh scowl. Years Sinclair wasn't even cognisent for had etched in that fine crease, out of some long history of viciousness that Sinclair could've only caught a clue of right here and right now. When Eddie was lying with a neck craned open for him.
Eddie sighed quietly breaking Sinclair's concentration. Maybe Eddie knew, knew about Sinclair's microscopic discoveries. Hell, Sinclair would be embarrassed if he wasn't so strung out.
He was completely relaxed into him, they both were, no flex of muscle or bare teeth display of social confidence. Sinclair now thumbed a deep fissure in his skin a previously invisible wrinkle in his perfect features. Deciding to get a little bolder, Sinclair held his hand in place against the side of Eddie's head. It would be easy to say that Sinclair stroking and fine lining his fingers around Eddie's face seems like more of an intrusion. But frankly that just isn't true, not to Sinclair anyway, no he was taking too long.
Sinclair silently tussled with the jabbing thought that Eddie would notice any moment his lack of movement. Would Eddie view the light skirting movements less bothersome compared to this, feeling the heat accumulating betwixed their flesh.
Eddie would have to acknowledge the warmth and past that Sinclair. The man behind the gentle feeling he's been pushing to the back of his mind during this whole encounter.
JUST A SMALL PIECE FROM MY VAULT. When I say that I mean a small story rotting in my notes app...
I take it there will be some errors here I have a really weird habit of writing certain sections I think of them jumping to write others,, lolol
Still I'm glad to have it out there! I see little for outlast esp any Eddie x male fics. So, if anyone appreciates this just know I got more coming! Hopefully...
Maybe drop me a message lmk what you think!!
I have so much Sinclair lore and I try to keep it mostly canonical as possible with my Eddie portrayal,, (he's the worst)
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