[Author's note: Yes, I'm aware his full name is Eddins]
The higher you sit, the windier the air gets. The windier the air gets, the colder it is. This, though, was no issue for Edd, as his deep brown silky jacket gave warmth like no other. This was the luxury of being rich. Items and bugless foods. Why, though, did he feel so sad? Why yes, it is because his family wants him to continue the name of Gould. The Gould name that represents the very life of inventing. His father, and his father's father, for generations, have always been inventors. But, Edd Gould, wants no such thing. He wants to be an artist.
An artist? In the time of Victoria? How rediculas - rambunctious, even! "In our year, inventors are prospered with most", Edd's father would proclaim. Therefore, this sacred honor would only pressure him away from his true meaning of life.
Edd swang is legs over top the huge clocktower that instructed the business hours of his town. London. Edd sat here when he was feeling down, happy, stressed, calm...he came here whenever he could! Though, for the idle of this fact, not just Edd knew that Edd enjoyed this temple.
"Edd!", an accent called out just a few inches behind.
Why yes, Tord. Cousin to Edd, and already a better inventor than Edd. The man's father was poor, but Edd's father saw potential in this Norwegian cousin. So, they took him in. Edd could only feel envy over his own father praising his cousin more consistently than he.
"What is it, my dear cousin. Do you wish to stray me from my peace?", Edd asked with clear burden in his voice.
"No, no...", Tord conceded. "Your father wants you home, he begs your presence at once"
Edd gave a great scowl - not that he was seen, as his eyes were out to the city of London. "Message him that his boy can not be found until further hour. My dear heart needs not to consist in the steam of the factory"
"That'd be a lie", Tord huffed. "A big lie. A horrid lie. An ugly lie"
"Then", Edd suggested, "Shall I bribe you with my selfish luxury? Should silver coins hold your moral below?"
Tord winced. "Really? A bribe? Do you think I'm twelve?"
"I can visualize a passage in which you accept, and your own life stays without any risk"
Tord had to think on that statement, and attempt to put it together in his mind. The man's hesitating gave Edd the impression that Tord did not understand.
"Risk of homelessness once more?", Edd added on.
At this point, Tord understood, and nodded his head in acceptance. "Fine", Tord quickly exclaimed. "I request twenty-five silver pieces, and I will lie to your father"
"Good", Edd replied with a chuckle. "Take thirty. The way in which this money was earned has no real heart behind it."
Edd unzipped his leather wallet, grabbed 30 silver coins, then without even turning his head, tossed them behind his back. Tiny metal clanks each threw Tord off guard as they hit the surface of the clock tower. Capturing them with his eyes, Tord greedily began to collect each one into his own wretched pockets.
"Pathetic", Edd scoffed. "My own pity is pathetic"
Tord did not spend a second longer atop the clocktower, and left with 30 silver coins, and a lie to spread.
