[ by the time heine heads up the street to the address eddie had given him, it's late afternoon, almost evening, the sun starting to dip behind the taller buildings on the horizon. (don't get him wrong, this isn't mood lighting—it's just that even having adjusted somewhat to the existence of a real sun, he still prefers the city when the light's a little less harsh.)
this is going to be a fascinating experiment, he thinks. his accelerated healing has, historically, meant that toxins leave his system faster than he can become aware of them, so drinking—and presumably drugs—have never had that much of an effect.
but now he's here, much weaker than he was back home, and ready to find a fun new way to fuck himself up. ]
Yo. [ heine lifts a hand when he spots eddie—he's hard to miss, with the hair and the look. which, ironically perhaps, is not all that different to heine's own, leather and denim being staples of his own wardrobe too. ]
( closed ) — eddie munson
this is going to be a fascinating experiment, he thinks. his accelerated healing has, historically, meant that toxins leave his system faster than he can become aware of them, so drinking—and presumably drugs—have never had that much of an effect.
but now he's here, much weaker than he was back home, and ready to find a fun new way to fuck himself up. ]
Yo. [ heine lifts a hand when he spots eddie—he's hard to miss, with the hair and the look. which, ironically perhaps, is not all that different to heine's own, leather and denim being staples of his own wardrobe too. ]