[ since the very moment chrissy - kind, frightened, scary chrissy - had floated up to the ceiling of his trailer and left a mangled corpse, eddie's definition of insanity operated on loose definitions — it was all crazy. all of it, down to the fact that he was finally starting to think this wasn't some hallucination, or some in between stop-over between death and thereafter, the concept of which eddie had never taken much time to think on anyway, despite appearances and town-conceived notions. and still, it would be nothing short of insane for him to know he was called a hero. he desperately wants to ask questions, but it will have to wait.
and, it would be nothing short of insane, should someone have told him months ago, that he would be as happy to hear steve harrington's voice, an echo in the dark, as he is now. and god damn it, he could plant one on the bastard if he helps him get the hell out of here.
eddie grins too, just as much despite himself, wobbly around the edges. he opens his mouth to speak, shuts it, tongue slipping to be pinched between his teeth instead in concentration.
do we know each other? 2 taps. ] Yes, yeah, come on. [ a vine squelches next to him, and he jumps. as if he needed a reminder of how visceral this place was. it was curious, though, how more lethargic it felt. that seemed like the right word for it, and it makes him hope its a good sign to their success. vecna, vanquished.
but vecna always had a way of coming back. eddie hopes that the name given to this monster was where the similarities had ended. that there wasn't any hand that could bring him back. he looks up at the bleak sky, still all torn up, still shrouded in dark and red and angry, before leaning back against a support column, sliding down, and watching the light. his breath is shallow, as if he's worried he'll miss steve's next question if he breathes too loud. ]
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and, it would be nothing short of insane, should someone have told him months ago, that he would be as happy to hear steve harrington's voice, an echo in the dark, as he is now. and god damn it, he could plant one on the bastard if he helps him get the hell out of here.
eddie grins too, just as much despite himself, wobbly around the edges. he opens his mouth to speak, shuts it, tongue slipping to be pinched between his teeth instead in concentration.
do we know each other? 2 taps. ] Yes, yeah, come on. [ a vine squelches next to him, and he jumps. as if he needed a reminder of how visceral this place was. it was curious, though, how more lethargic it felt. that seemed like the right word for it, and it makes him hope its a good sign to their success. vecna, vanquished.
but vecna always had a way of coming back. eddie hopes that the name given to this monster was where the similarities had ended. that there wasn't any hand that could bring him back. he looks up at the bleak sky, still all torn up, still shrouded in dark and red and angry, before leaning back against a support column, sliding down, and watching the light. his breath is shallow, as if he's worried he'll miss steve's next question if he breathes too loud. ]