#exec writes

I like to imagine that somedays (though Edward is embarrassed to admit it) there have been days when he'd gotten so anxious to the point that he'd meet Jonathan a work maybe? During times Jonathan wasn't normally busy... he's not proud of it, this was During the time he was still in his early/ mid twenties when he was a twinge more impulsive... this might've been before he met Sal—

The way I see it, during that time him and Jon's relationship didn't really have a name— But Edward had met Salena and was absolutely infatuated with her (and her him) and began to spend more time with her which I can imagine made Jonathan jealous seeing as before that he'd had Eddie all to himself...

Edward wasn't trying to be cruel or mean to Jonathan, honestly he probably thought this was Jonathans opportunity for a brake... so he wouldn't have to help him or take care of him anymore...

So Edward and Salena began their relationship until eventually Edward and Jonathan probably had some sort of talk or dramatic moment where they clarify what their relationship is or something— idk

This is just what I think... /gen /pos /srs /nf*]]

[TW&CW⚠️: insomnia and lack of sleep, mentions of mental health struggles]

Edward was seated on his bed, wrapped up in his ROTTMNT blanket and hugging his snow leopard plush, now matter how hard he tried to get to bed he just couldn't, daylight savings time starting had fucked with his circadian rhythm lile it always did, every year he'd be tossing and turning and trying everything only for it to not be working.

Noise cancalling headphones, weighted hoodie, warm drinks, fluffy pillows, weighted blanket, cold beverages, and so on and so forth and still he stayed awake.

The sun was coming up now, morning was emerging, he couldn't keep himself in bed, he had to go to work in the morning but he knew he couldn't unless he wanted to fall asleep and wake up with his keyboard imprinted in his forehead. Goddamn.

The new development on top of everything else was awful, his joints ached, his head hurt, his eyes were heavy but they couldn't close. No matter what he did his body couldn't get comfortable...

He stared out the window, at the mocking sun banishing the moon and he signed, he laied back on his side, closing his eyes and trying one more time...

here’s Johnny!!!

[[*also yes, I understand the reference. /gen /pos /srs*]]

[Send 🎃 or 🌾 or 🪓 to speak to Dr. Crane]

Jonathan was out back in the more woodland part of small farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tall trees that'd make any visitor to stay far, far away, besides from a stray wolf or a racoon or two. But all the wildlife knew to stay away from his crobs, even with no scarecrow to keep them away.

He'd raised his axe, swinging it back down harshly, cutting the wood in half on the tree stump. He lowerd the axe, plucking the lit cigarette hanging from his lips, taking a short drag before he hears a voice calling to him.

No one's supposed to be around for a least a few hundred yards, this was private property after all...

He turned, looking for eyes in the trees, litsening for whispers in the wind... but nothing came of it.

"Mm... must'a just been in ma head..."

He concluded, white smoke escaping from his lips as he spoke. He bit back on his cig and went back to chopping wood.

[ TW&CW⚠️: Violence implication, bl00d mention, minor injuries mentioned. ]

[Send 📗 to talk to highschool Edward]

I'd been a more or less normal morning for Edward, he'd gotten ready for school, tied his shoe laces, picked up his bag and went off on his own, deciding on leaving much erailer then he typically should have — reasoning that'd he didn't want to be late, naither did he want to be around by the time any of the other ocupents woke up.

The while day had went by, nothing too special had occured but at around 4:30 PM, about hour after Edward had first gotten home from school, feeling the affects of yet another tiresome day.

He'd been his way to the bathroom, having to clean up from yet another scuffle he'd gotten himself into after calling a much older kid a "belligerent, overdeveloped, moron." leaving him with a few scrapes and a bloody nose. On the way he walked past an unmistakable door in the house, an old office, he stopped and stared for a moment before he approached it.

He jiggled the door handal, just to see. It was locked as it useually had been, no surprise to him. He sighed, pulling out two bobin pins that he had clipped onto his belt, bending them just enough to be used to pick the lock. He looked around twice to ensure he wouldn't be caught off guard, Scanning up and down the hall and listening for any footsteps, doors or movements.

Short work was made of the lock, he slipped the MacGyvered tool into his pants pocket before twisting the handle again and stepping inside, closing the door behind him fully, being sure to lock it from the inside.

He stood inside the darkened office, all there was to guide him was his own memory and the illumination of the afternoon light coming in between from the broken blinds.

Not much had been left in the room, just some of the heavier things that would be hard to disassemble and move out of the small door thrame peice by peice, a decision unsituable for someone planning on changing location quickly, instead opting them to leave the desk and emptied shelves as they were to collect cobwebs and dust. The rest of the other items had been taken by their owner or long thrown out by the owner of the house, dispite his asking if they could keep some of them.

Edward wiped his nose, repressing a sneeze before he took a seat in the old desk chair, kept un-dusted by him and him alone. Edward span around some before tucking his legs into the bottom space.

He looked down, taking in the familler veiw, removing his hands from the armrests of the chair and running them over the top of the ols desk. Allowing himself to take in a breath.

He hadn't said or done anything, He just stared down blankly, considering his actions and the potential consequences. contemplating. His eyes gradually closed, feeling the slightest semblance of peace.

His thoughts almost slipped from him completely, quieting he useual storm of flooding thoughts and freezing conclusions, as if he'd been allowed out for just a moment, to rest. Regain his strength before he was let back out on the battlefield.

Edward had been alone, it was just him in the house, Momma wasn't home, and neaither were her "friends", but still there was an anxious mass working its way in his chest, telling him to let himself out and to never go in again: To just do as he was told. But he had to resist before he fall too deep in that mess of thinking.

Stuck in a cycle of submission.

After a long moment Edward re-opened his eyes and remembered why he'd entered the space in the first place: what he had wanted.

He moved his hands up from the desk and pulled out a small golden key, it'd been attached to a string necklace hidden under his shirt collar. He insered it into the keyhole under the top of the desk — being sure to blow in a puff of air to clear any dusk — A small noise was released from the mechanism once it was unlocked. He then put the key away and slid open the drawer, pulling out a story book and a small flashlight.

Edward attempted to get comfortable, setting up the flashlight, putting his head down on his arm and turning the first page, smiling softly and silently reading to himself.

He'd missed the lamp that used to be on the desk, he'd missed everything that used to be in there. From the once full bookcases to the wooden rocking chair in the corner and the person those things had belonged to...

But he couldn't focus to much on that.

For now He'd been freeded for a moment, just a moment to forget about the tribulations he'd have to face once he stepped back out of this room, aswell as the potential ones he'd face for having step in it in the first place.

But as of that moment and even a bit before, that's how life was for him.

Home again:

(This is an open roleplay)

Edward had finally made it back to his apartment after a long few nights in the hospital, having been discharged just that morning.

His physicality was decreased after having been suck in a bed for 3 days, his joints ached, his wounds stung, and knew knew that if he took another step his legs would give out. He ploped himself down on his couch, not wanting to lay in bed until after he'd had a shower (however he'd be willing to manage that—), his cats immediately swarmed him, unleashing a cascade of small paws and mews to their overwhelmed owner.

Edward could barely lift his arm to pet the affectionate critters, though that didn't stop them from purring and nuzzling agenist him.

"Im sorry... should've... been here"

He admitted through winded breaths, closing his eyes, he almost felt himself dirft off into a sleep, but he knew he'd have to haul himself off the couch... somehow.

He was used to this, his body, his mind, beacuse of that familiarity he knew there was truely no way out, not for long anyway, not for along enough. There will never be true respect for him, only mere moments of peace to break uo the chaos, however dwindling they'd become.

For now all he could do is breath, gain enough strength in his body to will himself into a more comfortable position.

But for now... this was all there is.