@wrappedupinlight | starter call
For some people, the woods might seem a little creepy, but Eddie had never really found them so. Maybe because he'd been wandering through them ever since he'd been a kid, back before he'd been Eddie, before long hair hadn't been merely an aesthetic choice and before he'd gone to live with his uncle. Buzzing his hair off had been freeing then, a weight off his shoulders, and it had only been in the past few years that he'd felt comfortable enough with himself to let it grow out once more.
Sprawling across the picnic bench on his back, he debated lighting a cigarette, dark eyes idly tracing the criss-crossing branches over his head. The sound of twigs snapping had him pause, craning his neck back a little to peer upside down at whoever was disturbing him.
