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Sep. 19th, 2025 07:05 pmReintegrating into regular, everyday life is going to be basically impossible. By this point, Eddie has accepted it, he knows things will be different, and he thinks he's doing pretty well with that knowledge. He's mourned a bit, he's been angry -- not with Lestat, not ever, but with Darrow for having put him and Lestat in that position in the first place -- and he's been sad.
There's no more wandering around Darrow during the day. No more sun, like Lestat had warned him. He has to hold himself apart from his friends, from Chrissy, at least to a certain extent. Any time he wants to be around them, he has to make sure he's eaten first, so he's not in any danger of losing control. The days are spent in a light proof box -- more or less a coffin -- and he's had to pretend he's developed some sort of sun related illness so his boss will only give him night shifts at the record store.
He misses the customers, he misses the feeling of the store itself, and while he gets a bit of it between sundown and close, most of his shift is spent after hours, stocking and placing orders, doing all the administrative stuff that doesn't get done during the day. It's fine, but it's not the job Eddie wanted.
DnD has fallen off, too, because he can't force everyone to meet after dark every single time, but their Dungeon Master is now a vampire and it's sort of his only option.
At this point, he's seen everyone except Alex. If he thinks about it, he's afraid to see her, afraid she'll blame herself for what happened. It isn't her fault they got separated and it isn't her fault he was attacked, but he carries this fear she won't be able to let it go.
And maybe it's stupid that he hasn't gone to see her earlier for that very reason. He should be there to tell her none of this is her fault and Eddie groans as this thought occurs to him, halfway between his apartment and hers, pacing on the street after dark. He's such an idiot and he grabs his phone, texts her a question.
u at work or home?
There's no more wandering around Darrow during the day. No more sun, like Lestat had warned him. He has to hold himself apart from his friends, from Chrissy, at least to a certain extent. Any time he wants to be around them, he has to make sure he's eaten first, so he's not in any danger of losing control. The days are spent in a light proof box -- more or less a coffin -- and he's had to pretend he's developed some sort of sun related illness so his boss will only give him night shifts at the record store.
He misses the customers, he misses the feeling of the store itself, and while he gets a bit of it between sundown and close, most of his shift is spent after hours, stocking and placing orders, doing all the administrative stuff that doesn't get done during the day. It's fine, but it's not the job Eddie wanted.
DnD has fallen off, too, because he can't force everyone to meet after dark every single time, but their Dungeon Master is now a vampire and it's sort of his only option.
At this point, he's seen everyone except Alex. If he thinks about it, he's afraid to see her, afraid she'll blame herself for what happened. It isn't her fault they got separated and it isn't her fault he was attacked, but he carries this fear she won't be able to let it go.
And maybe it's stupid that he hasn't gone to see her earlier for that very reason. He should be there to tell her none of this is her fault and Eddie groans as this thought occurs to him, halfway between his apartment and hers, pacing on the street after dark. He's such an idiot and he grabs his phone, texts her a question.
u at work or home?
