WIP Wednesday [2020-04-08]

[thrillingdetectivetales]

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Eddie/Andy Amnesia

[muccamukk]

So this is 8k now, and I still haven't put the letters in. I think I'll do them when the story's done and then rework it to fit. Here's a first meeting.

A man in his shirtsleeves knelt on the sidewalk outside the fence, studiously applying a fresh coat of white paint. He was tall, his rangy body curled up to carefully edge the bottom of the fence posts, and had a mess of sandy brown curls cropped on the sides and back to keep them off his collar and ears. He glanced up as Andy approached, first casually, then wide-eyed in a double take. He had bright blue eyes that stood out in a triangular face.

Andy stopped at the corner, and looked at the man who had to be Edward Jones, trying to tell if he was familiar at all, but felt nothing. It was like seeing a stranger, maybe someone he'd read about in the paper, but never met.

Jones, however, clearly knew him. Even from ten yards away, Andy could see his hands shaking as he carefully laid the paint brush down on the can. He tried to still them by wiping them on a rag, but a hundred emotions flashed across his face. Jones was wide-eyed with fear, or maybe hope, or just plan shock, and his mouth kept almost curving into a smile, then falling back into a tight grimace of something between anger and regret. He stood slowly, rising to a little better than Andy's height, and took three long strides towards Andy. His hands lifted as though he were about to take Andy's face between them, and his face split with a grin, but when he caught Andy's cautious reserve and folded arms, Jones faltered and stopped a polite distance away. He leaned his head forward, peering at Andy, and asked, "Ack-Ack?"

From his own letters home, Andy knew that was the nickname he'd picked up in the Marines, the phonetic alphabet version of his initials, but it didn't sound like his name, and he felt bizarrely impelled to deny the question. Instead he replied, "Jones," in a tone he hoped implied friendly good will.

It seemed to be the wrong choice, as he saw Jones' smile falter and then set into a forced show of cheer. Andy felt as though he'd delivered an entire message in that one word, and it was one Jones had been dreading, but he'd be damned if he knew what it was.

Re: Eddie/Andy Amnesia

[slightlytookish]

Eddie!!! :( :( :(

So much angst!! I'm so looking forward to reading this.

Re: Eddie/Andy Amnesia

[arwen88]

No pls I need the rest I'M SO INVOLVED NOW and I don't even know them
Where's the rest???

Re: Eddie/Andy Amnesia

[thrillingdetectivetales]

Ugh this breaks my fucking heart in the best waaaay. *sobs for Eddie*

I'm so excited to see the final product. I really enjoy the trope of a character who doesn't remember something trying to figure it out and it'll be such a genuine pleasure to see it done in your stellar Andy voice.

Whether the letter snippets wind up therein or not, I think the fic is going to be great. Plus the bonus side to doing the snippets after the prose is written is that you can really fine-tune them to the content they're interrupting.

Re: Eddie/Andy Amnesia

[scandalinbohemia]

This hurts me in all the best ways. This trope is so cool because if you're good--so, if you're you--you can do basically do a third party POV without involving a third party at all.

I'm very excited!