[ the light flickers in familiar beat and with each passing tap — short holds three times, long three times, short thrice again — and eddie’s hope begins to fade the longer this goes on.
the initial adrenaline of seeing the lamp — drawn to it like a moth to a flame — was fading fast, leaving his hands trembling and giving him another opportunity to damn himself for it. this was so stupid, as if anyone would be out there listening, as if he ever had any good luck left.
and what would he be even crawling back to? a town that hates him? a town that still thinks he did all of this? and okay, so maybe now, despite his current state, he could say he had people he'd want to go back to, that was a ludicrous line of thought when he was shoved so far up the ass-end of the upside down, and still not fully convinced any of this was real in the first place.
he sniffs, pressed both hands into his face, closes his eyes and sinks to the ground. he is so tired. so bone tired and everything just hurts and why did he even think this could work the same way it did before —
Hey, Can you hear me? — breaks his self-loathing spiral, catches his throat in something between a sob and manic laughter and holy shit does that voice sound familiar?
does that sound like harrington, of all people?! the goddamn hero is alive and eddie really hopes that’s true, as he springs to his feet, head spinning. ]
Harrington? [ eddie’s yell is loud and desperate, echoing through the haze. ] Harrington, holy shit is that you?
I can hear you! It’s Eddie! [ his voice feels raw, hand jamming back into the cloud of sparkly light and he squints against the brightness. ] Please, please tell me you're hearing me, man?
keeps yelling
the initial adrenaline of seeing the lamp — drawn to it like a moth to a flame — was fading fast, leaving his hands trembling and giving him another opportunity to damn himself for it. this was so stupid, as if anyone would be out there listening, as if he ever had any good luck left.
and what would he be even crawling back to? a town that hates him? a town that still thinks he did all of this? and okay, so maybe now, despite his current state, he could say he had people he'd want to go back to, that was a ludicrous line of thought when he was shoved so far up the ass-end of the upside down, and still not fully convinced any of this was real in the first place.
he sniffs, pressed both hands into his face, closes his eyes and sinks to the ground. he is so tired. so bone tired and everything just hurts and why did he even think this could work the same way it did before —
Hey, Can you hear me? — breaks his self-loathing spiral, catches his throat in something between a sob and manic laughter and holy shit does that voice sound familiar?
does that sound like harrington, of all people?! the goddamn hero is alive and eddie really hopes that’s true, as he springs to his feet, head spinning. ]
Harrington? [ eddie’s yell is loud and desperate, echoing through the haze. ] Harrington, holy shit is that you?
I can hear you! It’s Eddie! [ his voice feels raw, hand jamming back into the cloud of sparkly light and he squints against the brightness. ] Please, please tell me you're hearing me, man?