[ the burden of knowing is a heavy one. second only to the weight of surviving, because fuck knows not one of them really came back from this in one piece.
some of them didn’t expect to come back at all, but isn’t that a moot point by now. what’s more, there wasn’t a guarantee that he still would. this was a first step. some crazy first step that shouldn’t even be possible and he’s finally mostly convinced he’s in fact alive, because everything hurts, sides and neck crusted with his own blood and he tries to not think about that. but there’s still so many steps ahead and this? this was hoping that they could come up with some reasonable plan through yes and no and that eddie doesn’t pass out in the process.
but for now, adrenaline mirrored between the divide of dimensions, and eddie’s own grin grows, for a brief second more, hands sliding across his crossed knees, wiping away at the dirt and sweat.
but it wavers at the edges, waiting for steve’s next question. waiting and listening to the low sounds of thought before those, too, fall silent and the panic suddenly rises in his throat. did the connection break? is that it? did harrington give up? the latter hadn’t exactly seemed in his character but it would have never exactly been a question of blame.
it wouldn’t be far fetched for vecna to use that against him, but eddie had never thought of harrington in the perspective of fault. this hadn’t been his fault. eddie finally, finally didn’t run away from something and it actually mattered. he finally stood up and fought and it’s still something of an incredible relief that he’s talking to steve right now, in the implication that at the very least, most of them got out and he can only hope it was in part because of him.
when he finally hears Steve’s not-quite question, his answer is emphatic — as emphatic as it can be, sticking his hand into the light’s sphere and peaking the brightness to as far as it can go, entire twisted poolside illuminated for those seconds, long shadows cast and he tries his best to ignore that too. 2 taps — ] Yes, yes, it’s me! Oh my god, finally — [ it’s fair, for the other to have cycled through everyone more likely that him but, with another beat waited, another several seconds barely allowed between, eddie taps twice again, huffed laughter spilling out. he can’t believe this is working. ]
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some of them didn’t expect to come back at all, but isn’t that a moot point by now. what’s more, there wasn’t a guarantee that he still would. this was a first step. some crazy first step that shouldn’t even be possible and he’s finally mostly convinced he’s in fact alive, because everything hurts, sides and neck crusted with his own blood and he tries to not think about that. but there’s still so many steps ahead and this? this was hoping that they could come up with some reasonable plan through yes and no and that eddie doesn’t pass out in the process.
but for now, adrenaline mirrored between the divide of dimensions, and eddie’s own grin grows, for a brief second more, hands sliding across his crossed knees, wiping away at the dirt and sweat.
but it wavers at the edges, waiting for steve’s next question. waiting and listening to the low sounds of thought before those, too, fall silent and the panic suddenly rises in his throat. did the connection break? is that it? did harrington give up? the latter hadn’t exactly seemed in his character but it would have never exactly been a question of blame.
it wouldn’t be far fetched for vecna to use that against him, but eddie had never thought of harrington in the perspective of fault. this hadn’t been his fault. eddie finally, finally didn’t run away from something and it actually mattered. he finally stood up and fought and it’s still something of an incredible relief that he’s talking to steve right now, in the implication that at the very least, most of them got out and he can only hope it was in part because of him.
when he finally hears Steve’s not-quite question, his answer is emphatic — as emphatic as it can be, sticking his hand into the light’s sphere and peaking the brightness to as far as it can go, entire twisted poolside illuminated for those seconds, long shadows cast and he tries his best to ignore that too. 2 taps — ] Yes, yes, it’s me! Oh my god, finally — [ it’s fair, for the other to have cycled through everyone more likely that him but, with another beat waited, another several seconds barely allowed between, eddie taps twice again, huffed laughter spilling out. he can’t believe this is working. ]