#thread: edward

[sassa-fiske]

who: @morrisxn02 when: after g's texts where: beach outside the hamptons house

The texts that had come in on Sassa's phone made her think of more than just Greer and that party she had last been seen at. There was plenty in the past behind them, plenty that could be found - and she couldn't help but wonder what exactly had been meant by everyone who had something to do with her leaving.

Or maybe, more accurately...worry about it.

She headed out of the house when she spotted Eddie on the beach, a hat pulled low over her curls as she joined him on the sand. "Hey," she greeted quietly, reaching out lightly and touching his elbow. "Kinda feels like old times being here, huh?" Sassa said, offering him a small smile. Old times where his sister had driven a wedge between them.

[cara-mrrsn]

who: @morrisxn02 when: new years, after midnight where: the hamptons house to the morrisons

After apparently being excused of her sister's death, and then subsequently cleared - at least by trial of a jury of peers, which, was essentially the United States justice system - Cara was clearly no longer in a party mood. No - she was drunk, a little bit high (maybe more than a little), and now she was pissed off. With her face not hiding any of that, she grabbed a bottle of champagne (okay, two), storming through the house until she found the person she was looking for.

Her brother.

Cara reached out, grabbing Edward's arm, and pulling him around to face her. "Let's go," she said, holding out the second bottle of champagne towards him. "I'm done with putting up with this shit."

[n8-shaw]

who: @morrisxn02 when: a few days into break where: the hamptons house

Nate fucking hated the Hamptons. Even though this wasn't one of the houses he had worked at during summers past, he still felt that sense of separation - he was an employee, not one of the people actually invited. Seeing Edward only furthered that sensation, to his disconcert. He felt the males eyes on him, Nate turning to meet his gaze with a scowl on his face. "What." he muttered, the word near a growl, already braced or whatever it was the Morrison sibling was about to say.

[mari-zuko]

who: @morrisxn02 when: morning of the 14th where: alcott #205C

Mari knew there were plenty of people who were publicly going to be mourning Greer - those who actually meant it and those who were leaning into the dramatic alike - but she knew there were also those who were going to be devastated and yet try to hold it together, to present themselves in a certain manner.

The way she was.

If only because the walls of their own making that had been built around their relationship.

Knowing the Morrison's though, she had a feeling Edward would fall into the latter as well, though obviously for entirely different reasons, which was why she was knocking on his dorm room door, breakfast in hand to check on him with that morning.

Mari didn't want to continue to wallow. She needed a reason to pull herself together, an audience that wasn't the general public. Since Eddie had been around her and Greer, knew parts of their relationship, if not the whole picture, she could hide part of her devastation, without needing to hide it all. She rapped at the door, waiting for him to answer, so she could greet him with a small smile. "Hey," she said, awkward in the greeting. "I wanted to check on you. Brought you breakfast. If you want?" she said, holding out the take out.

[cara-mrrsn]

Cara didn't know if Edward was truly that naive, or if he was simply clueless. She looked at him, staring at her twin for a long moment, never feeling quite as different from him as she did right then, as his laughter landed between them, Cara not acknowledging it whatsoever. Her gaze unfocused, looking at Eddie still, but not really seeing him - ironic, considering how he usually managed to entirely miss her. How were they so different? How, forged in the same inferno, had they turned out so utterly opposite? It took a long few breaths, Cara shakily exhaling before she blinked, clearing her vision and refocusing on him. "Human trafficking, maybe not but..." her voice trailed off, Cara shrugging before she turned away from him, not able to look at Edward as she spoke, as she tried to coax him to this truth.

You can lead a horse to water, etc etc.

"You really think there's nothing they would want to hide?" She said it, briefly glancing over her shoulder, though she didn't quite meet his eyes - maybe he really didn't know there was. Maybe he truly had had...different parents then she had. Maybe he actually was that put together, that perfect. That he had never been lectured, they had never warned him and threatened him and been disgusted by his behavior. But Cara had. And she was all too familiar with them attempting to shove things under cover.

A swallow, Cara crossing her arms over her chest as she turned back towards her twin, leaning her back against the wall, her expression shuttered, even as she offered him some sort of olive branch - one that was an accusation, our of anger and hurt. But an olive branch crafted of vulnerability nonetheless. "I envy you, you know. If you are able to believe that still."

Another faux pas.

He doesn’t know what to say to her. He never does. He tries and tries, and tries, and, yet, his words are always met with contempt or a dismissive scoff.

He wants to mend things with her. But after a year of trying to be amicable, he is not so sure they will ever be anything beyond dysfunctional twins that can’t hold a five-minute conversation. And even though he knows much of this strain on their relationship is his own fault, he wonders if there is any point in trying to fix it, considering she does not seem care about building bridges. But her forgiveness is not in his priorities for now. So, he chooses to ignore her reaction – even if irritation builds up in his throat. Even if he has a whole dissertation in his mind about why he thinks she doesn’t care about Greer being missing.

Edward has been taught to be a mediator, rather than a catalyst. And so, his mind always prefers diplomacy over conflict.

“Ollie said he got a text saying they were working with someone else’s parents… And Greer knew about it, I think. But what could possibly be so damaging that they would want her to vanish?” This whole conversation feels absurd. But given the current circumstances, it also feels like the only possible explanation. “Like, what the hell could they be dealing with? Human trafficking?” He chuckles skeptically accentuating how ridiculous his words sound.

[saltpepperbeard]

oh, don’t mind me, just thinking about-

-how stede tends to sleep on his back, which i’m pretty sure is just the biggest open invitation for ed to sleep cuddled up on his chest, snuggled impossibly close

[leschanceux]

@strtravels also gets this! ( bc i said so ) -

The door slams shut behind Gordy with enough force to rattle the glass of the inlaid window, but he'll feel bad about it later. For now, his only thought is to get up to his room without being seen or stopped or in any way interacted with, just so he can have a bit of time to get his head in order. He fears that if he's caught right now, he might just cry --- or snap, if pressed on exactly why he's in such a foul mood.

It's as if the universe has heard him, and decides to taunt him, though; as soon as his left foot hits the bottom step of the stairs, Gordy hears his name called from somewhere, eyes sliding closed as his grip on the bannister tightens until his knuckles are bone white, his heart contracting painfully in his chest.

"Can we do this later? Only I'm a bit busy at the moment."

[confusedraven1]

jacks of all homewrecking ✨

[xray-vex]

30 to 40 jars of marmalade: an easy weeknight dinner

[esotericswiftie]

1. all too well, taylor swift / 2, 4. my dark vanessa, kate elizabeth russell / 3. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, taylor swift / 5. hurt, johnny cash / 6, 11. right where you left me, taylor swift / 7. automat (1927), edward hopper / 8. nightingale: a gloss, paisley rekdal / 9. landscape, louise glück / 10. not forever, lena zagidullina / 12. @not2menotifitsyou / 13. @heavensghost / 14. hard times, ethel cain

“you left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

there are two possibilities when you find yourself unmoving in the wake of catastrophe: either time has stopped, or you are stuck within it. most likely, it’s both.

inspiration

[necronyancy]

BTW. IF YOU EVEN CARE.

[cara-mrrsn]

Yes, Cara had run, but that didn't mean this was what she wanted. Leave it to Edward to fail to understand, to see that she was running and assume that meant she wanted to be elected like this. She did. But she wanted to be elected for herself. Not out of pity, not because people recognized her because of Greer. And as soon as her name was called, she had realized just how impossible that was.

How impossible it always would be.

Cara gave Edward a sideways look, all the fierceness in her mood going out of her through her glare as the rest of her posture slumped. "No," she said, looking towards the sash that he had in his hand, offered to her again. It wasn't what she wanted, because she didn't win, not really, not when what Cara was truly competing against wasn't those on the ballot with her. And the sash was just a reminder of that. Without taking it from Edward, she turned on her heel, walking away like she was unbothered, even as her arms wrapped tighter around her midsection. By the time she was back in front of people, she'd have herself together again - even if at the moment, she was barely holding herself there. 

This whole thing was, in fact, fucking stupid. He could agree with her on that – not homecoming itself, but a pretend court and a silly popularity contest. But he suspected that a spiel about why there was no point in partaking in a fictitious crowning that had no real implications whatsoever was not what she wanted to hear at the moment. “Well, yes. But you ran anyways.” He didn’t understand what she was trying to get at with this. Was it just sheer competitiveness? Was it because just making court was not good enough? Was it just because Parker had gotten the crown instead of her?

If so, that was the most Morrison-esque he had ever seen her. Competitive. Insatiable.

But that couldn’t be. He didn’t know her well, and he couldn’t possibly know the causes and the triggers of her misery. But he did notice that there was more than just anger and vindictiveness in her voice. There was a sadness to it as well. He had no idea how to tend to it, though... Maybe a friend would have. Maybe a good brother would have. But to her, he was neither. And so, he did what he had always done. “And you won.” He bent down to pick up her sash and took a quick look at it from up close before he offered it to her again. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Wasn’t that what they all wanted? The one thing they all had in common? Wasn’t that the fundamental motto of the Morrison family? Victoria aut mors.

[n8-shaw]

who: @morrisxn02 when: early in the night, may 27th where: the commencement gala

Nate was leaning against the bar, his weight dropped back onto one elbow as he absentmindedly sipped at his drink, watching the various students, parents, alum, faculty arriving and spilling into the space of the gala with the faintest hint of disdain on his face. It took him a moment to register that Edward appeared at his side, presumably to get his own drink, Nate giving him a sideways glance before realizing who it was, his chin bobbing up in greeting once he did. Did he like Edward Morrison? Not at all. Did he hate him as much as some of the people he went to school with? Not quite. Which was a compliment when it came from Nate, really. Even if he was probably the Morrison sibling he liked the least. Speaking of the Morrison's, though...Nate's eyes scanned over the room again, before looking back at Eddie, angling his body towards him slightly. "Your family here, mate?" he asked, no verbal greeting given in favor of leading with the abrupt question.

[cto10121]

This is what that last sentence says, by the way:

“Galinda, not given to metaphor on the whole, found Elphaba’s hair entrancing, the more so because the girl was otherwise so ugly.” (74).

[sardonicheir]

also what the fuck was up with stede congratulating ed on "turning poison into positivity" when izzy showed up for his performance ?? be so for real right now first of all the crew helped win that treasure it was as much theirs as it was ed's if not more? second of all izzy being how he is right now is not thanks to ed its DESPITE him. its been soo clear that he decided to pick himself up because of the support he got from others after what ed did to him? everyone has been working together so hard to rid themselves of that environment that ed created. its about them choosing to continue to exist and be a community IN THE FACE of what he did. love enduring etc!!! idk it just felt like such an odd choice to be like "wow ed thanks to you everyone is sooo happy rn" when the crew came up with the idea and organized the whole thing themselves?! he was just a bystander in the whole thing im sorry 😭 im really not liking how his whole redemption arc is being written so far

[mari-zuko]

"I mean...sure she did. She complained, like any normal college student complains about their families," Mari said, the words slow, as if she was tentatively weighing each on her tongue before she let each them out. Sure - that was an understatement. Between the pair of them, they had certainly had...stronger complaints than most, or so she would assume. But Mari also had spent the last year and a half being shown how little of what she knew regarding Greer was true. So...really, who was she to say what she was saying wasn't accurate?

The frustration on Eddie's face hadn't gone unnoticed. Mari felt it - she understood it down to her bones. But...she couldn't be honest with him, couldn't unload everything that she knew, especially not the things that she was holding onto for herself. And it's not like Mari didn't know that was the case with other people to her as well. No one had the full picture of Greer Morrison - that's why this was still happening. And no one ever would, not with the secrets the golden girl had.

Mari let out a soft exhale, silence having held between them for only on a breath. "I'm sorry," she said. "I wish I could tell you something that would make...that make sense. There were complaints, but no. Nothing specific, that I remember, at least. Nothing that would make this...make sense."

Twisting reality to fabricate circumstances in which neither Greer’s disappearance nor G’s mere existence did not bother him only worked very briefly. He would skew them away for a while – sometimes minutes, sometimes hours, and in the most optimal scenarios, even days – but sooner or later something would happen that would, inevitably, drag him back to reality. And, with it, revive in him the sense of dread and the urgency that had him desperately feeling like he had to do something – that he had to find out what happened to Greer, that he had to protect her, that he had to stop G before his own secrets got exposed, and so on…

So, when Mari explained that she had no idea what G’s text meant, Edward’s face was eclipsed by an expression of utter frustration – yet another sudden obstacle in his race to find as much about his sister as possible. But knowing G, he knew there had to be something there. Regardless of how they enjoyed tricking them or sending them red herrings just for the shits and giggles of witnessing them run into dead ends, Eddie knew there had to be a reason why he was told to question Mari.

the last place greer was known to be seen… and with everyone who had something to do with her leaving here – that was what G’s first text said. Mari had to know something.  

“Are you sure?” He tried to sound a bit calmer now, realizing that letting his anxiety show would only make her more reluctant to share. “I mean, you guys were really close. Has she never said something specific to you? Like, about our parents?” The words were held in suspension for a while, the silence transpiring that he knew there was something else. “…or even me, I don’t know.”