[The doors open to Ed, both sides of the closet neatly lined with shoes, coats, robes and formal wear, with room to spare. More pressed suits and waistcoats and starched collars that he could have ever dreamed of owning what only feels like a few short years ago, sometimes, when he was still living on Moroni and Falcone’s dime. Overhead, a tactical shotgun and a few smaller, no less familiar weapons lay across a rack.]
I think I am in the mood for some violet and gold today.
[Opposite his purplest suits, with tails and without, are his father’s things. Some in boxes and the rest still on hangers, as if nothing changed at all.]
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Date: 2024-05-30 04:59 pm (UTC)I think I am in the mood for some violet and gold today.
[Opposite his purplest suits, with tails and without, are his father’s things. Some in boxes and the rest still on hangers, as if nothing changed at all.]