#demagorgon

The Cave of Eternity

Artist: Luca Giordano (Italian, 1634-1705)

Date: Early 1680's

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: The National Gallery, London, United Kingdom

Description

♡Summary- You've always thought you were too soft for Eddie, but your mind often played tricks on you.

The morning sun bled gentle rays past your kitchen window, illuminating the once darkened sky. An assortment of doves gathered on the beech tree, chattering upon its branches. The paper boy had delivered most of his rounds, his satchel becoming ever lighter. The old women set out their flowery dresses, preparing for the Church Service. 

 You steadily stirred at the pale mixture; your hands aglow in summery light. Once every bubble had been chased away, you plopped a finger inside, checking its taste. Nodding in complete approval. Next, you let the butter dance upon the pan, before finally hearing the sweet sizzle of batter. You made six, plush pancakes, wrapping them up in cloth before setting them inside your bag, before setting off on your journey. 

You lived quite close to the trailer park, a short walk through a woodland trail and you found yourself in Eddie’s neighborhood. You wouldn't usually visit him in the morning; however, his uncle Wayne was out of town for a couple of weeks so you wanted to make sure he was okay. of course, he could take care of himself; he has been doing that for a very long-time, you would never belittle him like this. After all, he deals drugs and dives into mash pits, not flowery mornings and fluffy pancakes. Your worries took over, swarming your thoughts and good intentions, you suddenly felt like such an outsider in a place you consider a haven. Your mind would never be at peace, constantly drumming on hundreds of possibilities, one of them being that maybe... maybe you were not Eddies' ideal partner. 

Being trapped in your woes, you hadn't registered the open door. That is until you felt pressure on the end of your nose. 

“Hellooo, earth to Y/N” his ashen voice called, roping you back to the present. Your eyes flashed like that of a midnight deer, caught at the road. Eddie leaned against his doorframe, removing a finger from your nose and lending you an amused smile. 

“Hi” you replied quietly, peering at the bag in your hands. Eddie welcomed you to his humble abode, removing the array of clothes on his couch before the both of you sat down. 

“You don’t usually come this early” he commented, propping his feet up on the table. 

“Yeah, I um, wanted to see you” You timidly spoke, words soft like falling snow. Eddie felt his chest warm. 

“I'm not complaining! My doll is always welcomed” he beamed, drawing a blush from your cheeks. You sat in a silent moment, contemplating the contents of your bag. You clutched at the fabric; the all too familiar butterflies flooded your stomach. It would be a shame for your effort to be in vain. 

“A-actually” you called, meeting his mahogany gaze. You lifted the container from your bag, placing it in your lap. “I made these for you” You outstretched the pancakes, ducking to hide your reddened face. Eddie gently took them, removing the lid and setting his gaze upon airy pastries, dusted in sugar and care. Eddie felt his heart melt like candle wax, someone had made these for him. Someone had taken the time to do something thoughtful for him! Eddie Munson. That, someone, was you.  Sweet Y/N.

You hadn't dared to raise your gaze, slightly kneading at your legs, much like the bread you often baked. 

“Aren't you precious” Eddie clasped your face in his calloused hands, gently smushing your cheeks against his palms. Your face was painted scarlet, as he gave you a honeyed smile. He pressed his nose against your own, letting out a slight, amused snicker. Eddie and Y/N, the rough and the soft, the loud and the quiet. Only God knew what made you such a perfect pair, whatever it was, you couldn't be happier as your worries were chased away. Temporarily, of course, those tyrants were quite the mighty foe. However, they could never stand a chance against, Eddie Munson, certified rockstar and lover. 

BUT THIS SCENE 😫😫😫