[ there's a metric shittone that isn't being processed right now. the adrenaline is felt two-fold, reflected in the guy who wasn't supposed to be standing here at all. its shocking how well acquainted he's gotten to the passing flow of an adrenaline rush throughout the course of a handful of long days, between fighting actual monsters and being accused of being the proverbial village witch for some overzealous assholes to come hunting.
then came crashing in the rest of this entourage, steve harrington in tow. steve, who was the biggest surprise of the group. steve, who talked about a girl with superpowers like it was as casual as sunday news. steve, who in the end, believed his innocence and who henderson idolized and there must have been a reason, eddie had thought.
and here's the damn reason, in the flesh. proof in the pudding and damn it if dustin wasn't right about so many things (he'll never tell him that, though). and if eddie is clingy — because this is definitely clingy, right? because he should back off too, do a solid and chipper thanks and move on — he'll blame it on the adrenaline that's finally crashing, a tremor to his hands. he'll blame it on the blood loss, and process the rest later. process how, despite everything that he just fucking went through, everything they all went through, there's a lightness in his chest that still makes him want to laugh and cry both, sending pinpricks along the spine.
steve's talking, and he gets most of that. it's a solid, simple plan. there really isn't too many ways they could screw this one up. the exit's right in front of them and for once, it isn't guarded by something with too many limbs and teeth and tails. but, he can also feel steve talking, distracting, where his hands still hold on. ] Yeah. Yep. Way easier. Not sure I'd be able to do entry level gymnastics right now, that's for sure.
[ and then — harrington holds his eyes and eddie just about believes whatever the guy will tell him next, with the sort of conviction it holds. his attention flits along the whole of steve's expression — from the smile (it almost reaches his eyes) to the hold and the reassurance works, and eddie squeezes steve once, at the junction between his shoulder and neck, before clearing his throat, wiping at his nose and stepping back. and if its a little reluctant, if his hand slides down the length of an arm, it's definitely because he's just wobbly. that's all there is to it.
he nods, hair in his eyes. fights the urge to ask more questions. later, those come later. ] Okay. That's — that's good. Yeah, man. Okay. [ a peer at the gate, before looking back at steve with a grimace. hesitant to go in first. hesitant to consider the possibility of going in at different times, a spike of anxiety over any of them staying here longer than they needed to, eyes briefly scanning the hoizon. he takes another deep breath, bracing himself. god, he feels like shit. ] Alright, come on then. Down the rabbit hole we go, Alice.
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then came crashing in the rest of this entourage, steve harrington in tow. steve, who was the biggest surprise of the group. steve, who talked about a girl with superpowers like it was as casual as sunday news. steve, who in the end, believed his innocence and who henderson idolized and there must have been a reason, eddie had thought.
and here's the damn reason, in the flesh. proof in the pudding and damn it if dustin wasn't right about so many things (he'll never tell him that, though). and if eddie is clingy — because this is definitely clingy, right? because he should back off too, do a solid and chipper thanks and move on — he'll blame it on the adrenaline that's finally crashing, a tremor to his hands. he'll blame it on the blood loss, and process the rest later. process how, despite everything that he just fucking went through, everything they all went through, there's a lightness in his chest that still makes him want to laugh and cry both, sending pinpricks along the spine.
steve's talking, and he gets most of that. it's a solid, simple plan. there really isn't too many ways they could screw this one up. the exit's right in front of them and for once, it isn't guarded by something with too many limbs and teeth and tails. but, he can also feel steve talking, distracting, where his hands still hold on. ] Yeah. Yep. Way easier. Not sure I'd be able to do entry level gymnastics right now, that's for sure.
[ and then — harrington holds his eyes and eddie just about believes whatever the guy will tell him next, with the sort of conviction it holds. his attention flits along the whole of steve's expression — from the smile (it almost reaches his eyes) to the hold and the reassurance works, and eddie squeezes steve once, at the junction between his shoulder and neck, before clearing his throat, wiping at his nose and stepping back. and if its a little reluctant, if his hand slides down the length of an arm, it's definitely because he's just wobbly. that's all there is to it.
he nods, hair in his eyes. fights the urge to ask more questions. later, those come later. ] Okay. That's — that's good. Yeah, man. Okay. [ a peer at the gate, before looking back at steve with a grimace. hesitant to go in first. hesitant to consider the possibility of going in at different times, a spike of anxiety over any of them staying here longer than they needed to, eyes briefly scanning the hoizon. he takes another deep breath, bracing himself. god, he feels like shit. ] Alright, come on then. Down the rabbit hole we go, Alice.