[open & closed starters] december catch-all

[guitarpicks]

WHO: eddie munson + YOU
WHERE: all over
WHEN: december
WHAT: open & closed starters of all sorts in the comments. will be updated through the month.
WARNINGS: mentions of death/gore, self-deprecating language. will add more as they come up.

✦ let their souls rest
✦ avert your gaze, you peeping tom!

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the harbours

[guitarpicks]

let their souls rest

[ the hierarchy's spectacle is, well, just that. eddie's got his arms crossed as he leans against a light post and watches the arrows fly into the sky then hit the funeral rafts. ]

I think the Vikings did it that way. It's kind of badass. [ he says to whoever is near by, reaching up to rub the back of his neck until -- the screaming starts and the bodies in the rafts rise from their resting spots, howling into the air. eddie, scared soul that he is, is going to use that friendly soul nearby to jump behind. congratulations, new human shield. Sorry for what he's about to scream in your ear. ] Holy shit, holy-fucking-shit! Should they be doing that?

[dodgeouttahell]

[Look, he's just as shocked as you are, and even if he looks a little otherworldly anyway, with laurels and embered feet, he still looks back at Eddie very wide eyed.]

I'm not sure, mate. I think so? Perhaps? No one else seems to be finding it odd.

[guitarpicks]

[ okay, okay. cool. at least it's not him. eddie's really goddamn tired of seeing people be really blasè about this spooky stuff. he steps to the side, arms wrapped around his torso as he looks out at the spirits and tries not to look as freaked out. is it working? nope. ] Dude, what the fuck.

What even are they? Like ghosts, sure, but is this about to turn into an everyone on the docks run for our lives situation? [ he looks around and, okay, no one's running. maybe not. ]