Muse
Edgar x friendly!reader (ft!BFF!Mike)
Warnings:None, bad writing/formatting
Edgar has come to hate art. He hadn’t, wouldn’t admit to himself, much less anyone else. It’s just the fact that the vibrant colors faded. That’s why he showed up at the mansion. He didn’t make any effort to get close to anyone. Instead he actively avoided the rest of the survivors. He prefered to stay alone.
The first people he talked to outside of matches were you and Mike. The two of you noticed that Edgar was limping more than usual after a match. Edgar was cornered by the two of you. He was prideful and just wanted to leave. You and Mike agreed to leave him alone on the condition that he would let you treat him. He agrees.
He expects that after being healed he would’ve been left alone. He was sorely mistaken. He would sit to sketch and you'd appear.
The first time it happened you had a reason that didn’t involve stalking him, you swear. You were calling him to go over strategies in case you were matched up together again. So there you were, walking over to him and he just looked so peaceful. He wasn’t scowling or hissing at anyone. He was just sitting there and sketching. You stared at him for a few moments before he caught you staring. When your eyes met his you could swear that your heart almost fell out of your chest. You ended up leaving without asking him about any strategies.
After that you tried to catch him drawing more often. Eventually, Mike noticed you paying extra attention to the new guy and began to tease you. You swore that it was only curiosity. Mike didn’t buy it but he let it go, for now.
Edgar ,on the other hand, was weirded out, at first. After the third(ish) time of you looking at him from afar and not doing anything he felt confident that you didn’t mean any harm. Not too long after that he even invited you to sit in front of him. He would never let you see what he was working on but that never bothered you.
Occasionally, Mike would sit with you two practicing his juggling. Sometimes the three of you(mostly you and Mike with Edgar interjecting every once in a while) would talk and joke. Sometimes it’d just be you and Edgar.
Edgar had a routine for after he finished a match. If the survivors won or tied, he’d get healed and help whoever was injured before leaving. If the survivors lost, he wouldn’t even wait to heal his own scars and just leave. After a particularly bad match you saw him bruised to the point of barely being able to move. You walked up to him and helped him stand. He would try to get you to let him go but after he saw how serious you were, he let you drag him to his room.
You wrap him up the best you can. Once you finish dressing his wounds you go to leave, but before you can completely step out of the room he asks you to bring him his sketchbook. Confused, you do as directed and bring him his sketchbook. He pats the area next to him. After you’re settled down, he opens his sketchbook, he starts flipping through the pages. He stops a little after halfway through the sketch book. He shows the page to you. It’s titled “Home”.
“Of course you would think that.”
He begins to tell you about the city he grew up in. He told a few stories and tall tales from his childhood. Once he finished he ripped the page and handed it to you. You were confused at first but he just thrusted the page towards you.
“It’s a failed sketch, you wouldn’t be able to tell but anyone who knows anything about art would. You can throw it away if you’d like.”
Then he practically kicked you out of his room.
You found some tape and taped the art in your wall next to the picture of your family. The only person who knew it was there was Mike who teased you relentlessly when he saw it.
After that night he would allow(force) you to see some of his works. He’d tell you random facts about art. After a while he would also begin to quiz you.
“What’s the complementary color to blue?”
“How do you create complementary colors?”
“What creates good composition?”
If you properly remembered he’d smile smugly to himself. If you didn’t he’d shake his head, flick your forehead and tell you the answer to his little ‘quiz’.
One day you’d notice that Edgar was acting strangely. He was staring at you and turning red. Mike noticed too and immediately started ‘Y/N and Edgar sitting in a tree..’. You ignored best friend and tried to talk to Edgar about how he was acting. He denied behaving strangely, so you let it go.
Then Edgar began avoiding you. You didn’t notice at first but soon it became obvious. He began not painting in the open as often. Then he wouldn’t wait for you to get healed. Suddenly the only thing time you saw him was in matches. You confronted him after one too many matches and he turned bright red. He would drag you to his room. He’d tell you to wait outside and run in his room, He would come out with a wrapped canvas. He’d tell you to open in your room and retreat into his room.
The canvas had a tag titled ‘My Muse’. You sat in your room and opened it. It was a colorful portrait of you. On the inside of the canvas was a scribbled note (for someone who was so good at painting he had awful handwriting).
‘As a thank you for your help with my wounds. You’ve brought back the light in my art. I trust that after my lessons you would know the importance of lighting in a painting,correct?
While you were opening the canvas, Edgar would be pacing in his room. He didn’t know when or how it happened but when he was around you he noticed that sketching had become easier. The ideas had flown easily. He had tried to deny it but after the night you helped him with his wounds he was faced to confront his emotions. With the help of Mike, he decided that making you a portrait with a thoughtful note would be a good way to confess.
He continued to pace wondering if you’d already opened it. Then there was a knock on his door. When he opened it he had an armful of you. You had launched yourself at him. He couldn’t even be mad at you, not when you had brought his love of art back.
