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eddie "fuck you, bro" kaspbrak. ([personal profile] respirations) wrote 2021-01-10 09:37 am (UTC)

( As far as Eddie can remember the Christmas season has never much more than another set of days in the week for him. There is fun to it as a child, of course, with school out and the idea of getting the latest new things to show off to your friends. Not that home was ever 'comfortable' per say considering his mother but there was always a calmness to those sort of days when his usual overbearing mom could just be happy for something as simple as watching him wear ugly sweaters and opening presents.

He can't remember that time of the year being much different when he had been married either. Honesty Eddie remembers spending much more time at work than at home during the time. Eddie had expected to spend the rest of his life just like that but like everything else in his life― Derry changed things. Now instead of New York he was spending the holidays in Los Angeles since his move here some half year ago when he literally threw everything to the wind and uproot his life. There have been ups and downs but overall this new life carved out with Richie despite all the setbacks (namely his injury and recovery) has been a good one.

Perhaps that is why that as Christmas draws closer that Eddie is drawn to act. Rich is away on a short two week trip to do a few shows and looking around their place is Eddie suddenly hit with the urge to decorate. It starts small but by the end of the week, he's found himself hanging lights around the fireplace mantle and some pre-lighted tree that the neighbor had just raved about to him the other morning when she caught him on his morning run. He isn't sure what Richie celebrates (if anything) or if there is any traditions to take into account but the day before Richie is due back does Eddie finally decide that maybe he's done a good job.

Maybe they could have some weird beginning in their own traditions together.

It's early in the morning when he approaches the front door, wreath in hand to hang before his run when he opens the door and finds himself face to face with his boyfriend. Eddie can't help but blink once, twice before his brows knit together slightly.
)

I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow?

( Never mind him just standing there with wreath in his hands and their living room clearly decorated. )

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