[ that’s the funny thing with curses — they don’t seem to really know how to leave a place, not really. and hawkins? hawkins has been cursed for a very long time, right under their noses. right under eddie’s nose, at least, and it’s a wonder he’d never noticed before. but wheeler and harrington and the sinclairs and henderson all knew and man what a trip. man, that’s a horrifying little thought to think on more than in passing. how could you ever be okay after know all that??
maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t make the connection to the missing girl from a year before right now — none the wiser to the fact that barb is probably lying there at the bottom of the pool, right behind him.
maybe it’s a good thing, but he is huddled around the light regardless, a beacon of hope and he’s not sure what he is going to do if steve decides to leave. if this connection breaks, if he can’t figure out how to get to him more directly. this is working for now, and only that. and a big part of him doesn’t want to even try to check the trailer. he’s —- he’s still afraid. afraid the swarm is back there, afraid it will be useless, afraid.
is he running again? god, he is, isn’t he?
are you safe inspires a grimace, some incredulous look tossed around him with a shrug, a gesticulation that loudly says what do you think, genius? ] I don’t know! I sure fucking hope so, man. [ Steve can’t hear him, he understands that much and yet talking out loud is helping. talking out loud, even if it’s under breath and shaky, helps not focus on the rolling shadows around him, keeps him from staring at them a little too long and he’s still so careful not to nudge anything that looks like it’s part of any hive-mind-like network because it’s absolutely not something he wants to test and second of all: gross.
he taps three times and hopes that means neither no or yes. That’s — that’s somewhere in the middle. that’s I don’t know it’s the upside down what the fuck is safe??
he tries to give ample break before answering again, some exhale of building frustration grinding through his throat. ] Oh, man, who?
no subject
maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t make the connection to the missing girl from a year before right now — none the wiser to the fact that barb is probably lying there at the bottom of the pool, right behind him.
maybe it’s a good thing, but he is huddled around the light regardless, a beacon of hope and he’s not sure what he is going to do if steve decides to leave. if this connection breaks, if he can’t figure out how to get to him more directly. this is working for now, and only that. and a big part of him doesn’t want to even try to check the trailer. he’s —- he’s still afraid. afraid the swarm is back there, afraid it will be useless, afraid.
is he running again? god, he is, isn’t he?
are you safe inspires a grimace, some incredulous look tossed around him with a shrug, a gesticulation that loudly says what do you think, genius? ] I don’t know! I sure fucking hope so, man. [ Steve can’t hear him, he understands that much and yet talking out loud is helping. talking out loud, even if it’s under breath and shaky, helps not focus on the rolling shadows around him, keeps him from staring at them a little too long and he’s still so careful not to nudge anything that looks like it’s part of any hive-mind-like network because it’s absolutely not something he wants to test and second of all: gross.
he taps three times and hopes that means neither no or yes. That’s — that’s somewhere in the middle. that’s I don’t know it’s the upside down what the fuck is safe??
he tries to give ample break before answering again, some exhale of building frustration grinding through his throat. ] Oh, man, who?
[ a single tap. no]