Nobody ~ Edvic

< Ch. 2 >

< I hope he didn't find it.. >

It was already late enough, so Edgar cleaned up and went to bed. He didn't feel like finishing the painting he was working on. The painter didn't remember what he wanted to add to the painting as the final detail, so he just quit. He stored the painting in a closet he had in the studio, that closet was where he put all of his canvases, paintbrushes, paints, old, destroyed, and uncompleted art that he hated and destroyed before finishing them. He wasn't very fond of completing art that was useless now. The painting he just stored was a thunderstorm. It showed off all of his built up anger with just the few streaks of white for lightning. It could be understood well if looked at correctly, but now that Edgar thought about it, nobody would even care. Edgar was woken up to the one and only, once again, Luca Balsa. Today the inventor seemed a little more excited than usual. < Hey, Edgar! I heard you weren't busy today, so I wanted to ask if you'd like to come over to my place! It's been boring around there lately, and I'm inviting Victor and Andrew too if that's alright with you! >
Edgar couldn't care less about Luca's little parties, but he didn't have any motivation or inspiration for art or anything, really. As of that he finally spoke:
< I don't care, Balsa, what time do you want me to be there? > The inventor smiled brightly and told Edgar the time he should be there. After that Luca left Edgar's room to let him fully wake up and get dressed. Edgar didn't take long, of course, he was also just a little bit excited on meeting the postman again. The day before, while Edgar was cleaning his art studio, he found a note written from the postman saying : | Thank you for letting me visit, your art is amazing by the way, I'd love to see more of it! | Edgar still had that note sitting on his dresser. It had made him happy, surprisingly. He didn't think he'd be so happy over a small note, but here he was, getting ready to go to his inventor friend's house to meet a mere postman. It would sound utterly stupid to Edgar if he hadn't received that note. As Edgar finished putting up his hair into its normal style; consisting of a low ponytail to keep his hair tame, he picked up the note again and put it into his back pocket, he wanted to talk to Victor about it.

It's been more than half an hour, and Edgar was dressed and packed up. He had decided to bring a small bag filled with sketching supplies in case Luca gets annoying, or if he just gets bored while he's there. As he reached the door to Luca's house, he could see Victor and Andrew having a small conversation through one of the windows. He saw Victor take a peek through the window, seeing Edgar walking by, then the postman proceeded to open the door before the painter even got to touch it. Edgar was then welcomed into the house by a pleasing smile from the postman. Edgar glanced at Victor and immediately turned his head back to the nearby wall he was looking at, slightly blushing. ' Damn it, Valden. What's with you today? ' the painter thought. He can't be catching feelings, he had better things to worry about. Edgar then looked up to see the inventor walking towards him to welcome him, it was Luca's household, after all.
Edgar was then lead inside the house. Both the painter and inventor walked into the living room, it was filled with papers, big and small, some were filled with notes, others were sketches of new and old inventions Luca had thought up of. The sketches were awfully messy, but well thought up of. The living room looked like a tornado came through it, but every visitor there really could care less, they were at an inventor's house, what did they really expect from Luca? As Edgar was escorted into the living room, his eyes immediately sought a gaze at Victor. He didn't completely understand what was so special about this postman, but he caught Edgar's eye for sure. Victor then exchanged eye contact with Edgar, waving at him with a kind smile. Edgar waved back with little to no expression, trying to show that he didn't think such things about Victor. He never did, and never will. Edgar sat on the remaining couch, just one seat away from Victor. Luca sat in between them, as he did so, he started talking about one of his new thought out inventions. Andrew seemed more tired than usual, maybe he was up late. Victor sat still and listened to Luca's blabbering respectively. Edgar on the other hand, just couldn't take his eyes away from Victor. They had barely met yesterday, but something about the postman had Edgar questioning everything. Luca was about to finish his long speech about mechanics when Victor glanced at Edgar for a second. Edgar, being the one who has been staring at Victor for the past few minutes, looked away in embarrassment. He couldn't have Victor thinking he was obsessed or anything. Victor thought nothing of it, surprisingly. He just shrugged it off and applauded for Luca. Meanwhile, Edgar was cursing himself under his breath. ' Why did you do that? Stop staring at him! Staring isn't polite! You aren't associated with him at all! ' He would think. Edgar still couldn't figure out why he wanted to know about Victor so much. Was he catching feelings? Was he so lonely that all he wants is to become his friend? This was so confusing. All he wanted was to go back to his own manor, sit in his art studio, and think. What would he think of, though? Well, Edgar didn't really have a choice at the moment. He didn't want to seem rude, so he just stayed quiet. Victor and Luca observed that Andrew had fallen asleep, so Luca jokingly poked at him, trying to wake him up. Victor didn't want to be accused of making Andrew mad, so he walked back to the couch and sat next to Edgar. He then pulled out a notebook and pen from the bag he brought and wrote a few words down:
| You're not really much of a talker, are you? |
was writen on the paper. Edgar hesitated for a moment and then spoke:
< I can talk, I just don't feel like starting a conversation at the moment. >
Edgar looked down, wanting to avoid eye contact with the man he was just staring at. He could hear the postman writing something else down.
| That's completely fine! I understand you don't want to talk, but if you need anything, I'll be here! |
Edgar read the note and looked up into Victor's eyes. They were beautiful to the painter. They were a goldish color. Edgar could think of the many paintings he could make with that color. He then knew how to get closer to Victor. He nodded his head kindly and said softly,
< Would you like to come visit me again, Grantz? >