open ✪ i'm on the pursuit of happiness and i know

[causational]

who: eddie thawne & OPEN
what: rainbow fireflies, catch-all; open prompts under the cut
when: april 20th forward
where: around the quarantine
warnings: tba in subject lines



✪ i. riverwoof pet café

[Eddie has owned more cats than dogs, but that's mostly down to cats being a bit easier to maintain - it isn't that he likes them more. And sure, he'd asked about cats on the network post he'd replied to about this place, and he's interested in adopting one...but he definitely loves dogs. They're so cheerful and friendly, they love so unconditionally in a way that makes Eddie feel at ease.

So here he is, carrying a strong americano with a bit of cream and sugar-free-vanilla that tastes way better than the sugar-free-vanilla at home, wandering among the seats and trying to find an empty one while he tries to decide which dog he wants to pet first.]

Oh...excuse me, do you mind if I share this space?

[It's said pleasantly enough to the person occupying the other half of the only table with an empty spot in the place. Well. At least it's doing good business.]

✪ ii. rainbow bite

Eddie is going to be out and about around the city, both on the job as a police officer and off-duty. He frequents bars, coffee shops, outdoor markets, clubs to dance at, and anywhere you can get a good craft beer or weird street food.

While out and about, he might get bitten by fireflies:

✪ YELLOW: Eddie is not one to give in to fear, but he definitely feels it. This firefly will make him a bit jumpy and paranoid, looking over his shoulder a lot.

✪ GREEN: Eddie is not a naturally jealous or envious person, so if he gets bitten by one of these, it'll wear off fast. But not fast enough to stop him from asking for a bite of whatever you're eating, because it looks delicious...

✪ BLUE: Eddie is carrying a lot of grief and loneliness that he's hiding very comfortably under happiness. While he's still good at hiding it if he's bitten, if you run into him at a bar or when he's had a beer, he'll look off-kilter and upset and be more open to talking about sad stuff. CW: The blue firefly will probably come with talk of his death by suicide.

✪ PURPLE: Eddie's already an affectionate person by nature, and he has zero interest in hiding it, so if you so much as chat with him he'll probably end up giving you shoulder squeezes, hugs, and more depending on how real the conversation gets.

I know these prompts are either vague or very limited, and I don't wanna make you do all the work, so feel free to just set your character up in an open space (optionally drop your preferred firefly colour in the subject line) and I'll approach with Eddie.

I am also open to honest orange firefly bites, or lustful red firefly bites, but would like to plan those out a bit first, so hit me up in PM or at caffemisto to figure it out.

Comments

[burntbridges]

You didn't startle me. [She lies blatantly, before hesitating.] ...Just a bit. It's fine.

[She takes a bit to think of what might be interesting to share... in all honesty, most of what she's been doing isn't the best to brag about. Mostly reckless and inadvisable, and she doesn't want to worry him.]

I haven't had any proper panics, at least. I've been doing some proper necromantic magic lately, and I've learned quite a bit about how the afterlife presents itself in this world... not that I like much of what I've learned. Oh! And, I learned there's another man here who can speak to the dead, but he's much stronger than I am... or anyone in my clan, honestly. It's a bit... belittling. But I suppose no one is particularly happy with me practicing necromancy here anyway...

[Has she mentioned her necromancy before? She doesn't actually remember. Well, it's out there now - if only because she feels compelled to try and talk about something other than cute boys.]

[causational]

[Eddie can't help the way he smiles to himself when she admits that he did startle her. It's something, anyway, if she feels safe enough to admit that. Settling in comfortably at the table, he sips at his coffee while she composes herself and tells him how she's doing.

Honestly, after the way she'd startled at his presence, it's a little more detail than he was expecting, which is more gratifying than anything else. Smiling still, he nods, eyes on her face, brows raising when she mentions speaking to the dead, and necromancy. Making a noise of surprise in his throat, he tilts his head, expression a little incredulous.]

Wait, did you just say you speak to the dead? Necromancy? Is that skeletons and stuff? Is that what that means?

[burntbridges]

Oh. Right - yes, I can speak to the dead. And I can visit the afterlife, too.

[That's a pretty even reaction, she thinks, so she feels comfortable enough continuing.]

I have a theory that when people die, their souls go back through the portal... at least, I haven't met any dead who were not born in this world. And I've explored rather extensively - after the war that all the natives talk about, there are a lot of dead people to sort through. [She pauses.] I'm sorry, this might be an odd topic to bring up in a pet cafe... I can change the subject if you like.