Edward character folio

 

The amber sunlight rays splashed onto the canvas known as Edward Malkavor. He groaned a gentle sigh as he rolled out of the massive fluffy bed. Despite the  best efforts of Morpheus, Edward's perfectly quaffed blond hair fell around square wrought shoulders in defiance of his bed's attempt to ruin it. He walked to the curtains and took in the beauty of his sun-drenched Italian Villa. The pale white marble and concrete blending in perfectly with the small town around it, yet somehow enhancing the whole view. Like a chef mixing in just the right amount of pepper to perfectly compliment the dish. Speaking of cooking, Edward's stomach drummed a low hum, heralding that it was time to get to breakfast.

Edward passed through the bed room into the long hallway leading to the Kitchen and Dinner room. The hall was a simple affair, wide enough to allow two abreast and long enough to really show off how much wealth the owner has. The entirety of the wall was covered in thick bronze mirrors, a hazy whisky colored lens of true beauty as Edward walked by. Edward's body was chiseled into marble with such perfect grace that made Michelangelo look like a University of Phoenix online reject. Masculine sublimity that was tempered with the compassion of a man who had given almost everything he had to charity, keeping just a small pittance to afford a lifestyle of well deserved luxuriousness.

Edward entered the Kitchen, a city of granite countertops, knifeblocks, ovens and other cooking accoutrements. over looking this heaven for chefs was a large oaken dinning table Edward had commissioned from a carpenter who had been living on the streets, dressed in a simple white table cloth with settings for three; Cynthia and her current husband were waiting at their seats. Cynthia strode to her little brother and gave him a hug, the cinnamon of her perfume and the warmth of the hug reminding Edward of the times that the whole family would gather around a small campfire under the Pont de Arts and their mother would boil the river water and mix it with a hershey's bar so the family could pretend that they were having a happy Christmas, drinking hot chocolate by the fire.

"Bonjour mon petit frère. Did you sleep vell?"

"Yes mon amour. Tell me, 'ave you and Charles eaten?"

Cynthia laughs "Non, this is 'arry, Charles was the one I 'ad at Christmas."

"Oh, my mistake, good morning Harry." 

Harry nodded into his coffee, putting far more attention into the stock reports playing on the television.

"Well then, I will make you all a meal like you have never had, please sit down." And so Edward begun to prepare his art. He Laboriously began to squeeze oranges, toast toast in the toaster, and fry bacon. The whole while watching  Cynthia and Harry. Harry was a statue transfixed upon the television, the American announcer assuring the audience they needed to buy low and sell high. Cynthia tried to brush herself onto Harry's shoulder like she used to do with Robert, the third husband, but Harry was ignoring her completely. "A shame," Edward thought to himself, "Cynthia's dressed to the nines today, if he keeps this act up, he'll end up like Johnathan, the fifth husband."

Edward continued the orchestra of cooking before coming to the proverbial violin solo, He reverently removed from his pantry three beautiful black diamonds. Glittering and and so reflective that Narcissus himself would have given up on his pond for a glimpse at these eggs. He cracked them open with a deft ease that scrambled the gold inside with some light cheese, ham, and herbs. 

With the fine Italian china prepared, Edward brought out his artwork for the exhibition, a beautiful breakfast full spread for them all. Harry finally tore himself from the television as the three began to eat.

"My god, these eggs are extraordinary! How did you make these Edward!"Harry exclaimed saying ten more words than Edward had ever heard him say.

"Well the secret is just enough goat butter to allow for an even fry, you have to get it perfect. Phoenix eggs are extraordinary, well, were extraordinarily temperamental when it comes to the pan.  

Harry looked as if he had just received word that his mother had died. "Wh-What! You mean- P-p-phoenix eggs!? But, didn't those go extinct three years ago?"

"Officially, yes, however, I decided to make sure to buy up all the rest for myself."

"T-That- I mean- but surely- I - What? - No?"

"But officially and unofficially now, after this breakfast than Phoenixes will truly be extinct." Edward paused and sipped on his coffee. "Anyone up for a game of badminton later?"