[The plan, as it stands, is to pretend to play nice. Go along to this thing the Mayor organised, and use it to scout allies. Spot enemies. Investigate. Get a lay of the land.
But then Ed turns up, and it's fun. There's food he's never had before, and he doesn't have to pay for it or steal it. There's weird fucking music that makes him feel like he has ants in his brain (but in a good kind of way) and bright colors and so many bizarre looking characters that even in his leather, Ed doesn't stick out like a completely intimidating thumb.
And, most bonkers of all, the actual skating. Wheels on shoes. Ed's not a fucking wet sock, of course he's gonna try it, it looks fun and dangerous and fast. After a few false starts and some drawn out clinging to the rail, (he's not afraid to take a hit, but if he lands on his knee it'll be fucked for days) Ed sort of has the hang of it. He has decent balance- sea legs!- and picks up how to slow and turn from watching others. Even after being given whatever that weird hunk of plastic is, he keeps looping around, picking up speed, eyes narrowed with a scary sort of focus that makes other skaters veer out of his way.
It's through one of these gaps in the crowd that he spots Stede doing his best to stay upright, and with his heart in his throat, Ed tries to call over the noise, gathering attention (less scared now, more amused) as he waves his arms wildly.]
Stede! Oi, Stede!
[He launches himself through the centre of the rink, creating chaos as he cuts several folks off. Ed doesn't notice. He's not thinking, not about curses or magic or how Stede would be safer and happier at home. He's just happy to see his favorite person.]
hi babe 😎 roller rink
But then Ed turns up, and it's fun. There's food he's never had before, and he doesn't have to pay for it or steal it. There's weird fucking music that makes him feel like he has ants in his brain (but in a good kind of way) and bright colors and so many bizarre looking characters that even in his leather, Ed doesn't stick out like a completely intimidating thumb.
And, most bonkers of all, the actual skating. Wheels on shoes. Ed's not a fucking wet sock, of course he's gonna try it, it looks fun and dangerous and fast. After a few false starts and some drawn out clinging to the rail, (he's not afraid to take a hit, but if he lands on his knee it'll be fucked for days) Ed sort of has the hang of it. He has decent balance- sea legs!- and picks up how to slow and turn from watching others. Even after being given whatever that weird hunk of plastic is, he keeps looping around, picking up speed, eyes narrowed with a scary sort of focus that makes other skaters veer out of his way.
It's through one of these gaps in the crowd that he spots Stede doing his best to stay upright, and with his heart in his throat, Ed tries to call over the noise, gathering attention (less scared now, more amused) as he waves his arms wildly.]
Stede! Oi, Stede!
[He launches himself through the centre of the rink, creating chaos as he cuts several folks off. Ed doesn't notice. He's not thinking, not about curses or magic or how Stede would be safer and happier at home. He's just happy to see his favorite person.]