[ Truth be told, Eddie’s been getting used to life without electric lights and heating, if only because it’s his only choice. But his beloved guitar has been sitting in a corner for weeks, just begging for a surge of energy to really make her sing, so when the electricity crackles to life, Eddie is on his feet in an instant. Cackling like a hyena, he slings his guitar over his shoulder, like he’s been waiting for this moment since he arrived.
Somewhere in Milton in the dark hours of the morning, a new sound roars to life from just outside the homes, and it’s not the aurora. In the early weeks, Eddie managed to track down an amp (a miracle, considering just how rustic life here seemed to have been), and it was the one item he felt absolutely no guilt in lugging back to the house he’s claimed as his own. It’s battered and worn with a large rip in the grille cloth, but clearly, it works. And it’s loud.
It’s cold and his bare fingers are quick to grow numb, but he’s more than happy to risk frostbite just to shred out a more than appropriate tune. For now, he doesn’t even seem to notice the ghostly figures.
Enjoy the impromptu concert—or come yell at him. ]
Aurora; ota
Somewhere in Milton in the dark hours of the morning, a new sound roars to life from just outside the homes, and it’s not the aurora. In the early weeks, Eddie managed to track down an amp (a miracle, considering just how rustic life here seemed to have been), and it was the one item he felt absolutely no guilt in lugging back to the house he’s claimed as his own. It’s battered and worn with a large rip in the grille cloth, but clearly, it works. And it’s loud.
It’s cold and his bare fingers are quick to grow numb, but he’s more than happy to risk frostbite just to shred out a more than appropriate tune. For now, he doesn’t even seem to notice the ghostly figures.
Enjoy the impromptu concert—or come yell at him. ]