( he's been back in hawkins for about five hours, before his throat starts to get dry.
it wasn't much of an issue in the upside down, where the scant demon bat every so often makes a good enough snack to subside on for — a few hours? time is weird, there. he walked around in some sort of numb, starved daze for what felt like ages, until he'd finally gotten enough rat and bat juice in him to remember something other than the hunger. oh yeah, he's eddie. eddie munson. eddie the coward. eddie the dead beat. eddie who managed to do exactly one good thing in his entire life, which was saving henderson from a gorey fate. giving the guys some time to beat the bad guy.
only — they didn't win. only — eddie didn't die. at least, not completely.
it's easy to find a gate once he knows what he's looking for, climbing out of the huge gashes in hawkins with his bloody, dirty fingers, coming out on the other side with a heaving gasp. maybe he should've thought more about it, given that after he climbs from the ditch he's swarmed by police officers, scientist, government officials in tight suits and stupid glasses. right, wanted for murder. duh. only — it's kind of a non issue. they move to arrest him and he says don't, so they don't. he says you didn't see me and they didn't. it's very obi-wan. very strange. compulsion that he pushed into his words with his own desperation. the force is with him, and all that.
finding the video shop is easy. someone is taking pity on him, because steve and robin are both working. he says sup guys? and ignores how keenly aware he is of the pulse beating in steve's neck, how vibrant and flushed he looks under the unscenic fluorescent lights. steve looks great, actually. edible, someone might say. yeah, robin's there too, but she's not as — tasty.
he's brought to the basement of the store. open sign turned to closed. robin offers him water and eddie groans, shaking his head, unable to think of anything more vile than that. she goes to make a call, probably, or to head out and pick up the kids, but once eddie is in a room alone with steve he's on him, surprisingly quick, hands gripping at either of his biceps while he stares intently at steve's neck. )
Steve — I gotta eat, man. ( he shudders, but fights the urge, body supernaturally strong as he holds steve still, pining him to the wall without much force behind it. almost twitchy, he bends forward, pressing his mouth to steve's pulse in a kiss — a long, hot lick laving over his vein. ) Hungry, dude. I just need a bite.
vampy nsfw.
it wasn't much of an issue in the upside down, where the scant demon bat every so often makes a good enough snack to subside on for — a few hours? time is weird, there. he walked around in some sort of numb, starved daze for what felt like ages, until he'd finally gotten enough rat and bat juice in him to remember something other than the hunger. oh yeah, he's eddie. eddie munson. eddie the coward. eddie the dead beat. eddie who managed to do exactly one good thing in his entire life, which was saving henderson from a gorey fate. giving the guys some time to beat the bad guy.
only — they didn't win. only — eddie didn't die. at least, not completely.
it's easy to find a gate once he knows what he's looking for, climbing out of the huge gashes in hawkins with his bloody, dirty fingers, coming out on the other side with a heaving gasp. maybe he should've thought more about it, given that after he climbs from the ditch he's swarmed by police officers, scientist, government officials in tight suits and stupid glasses. right, wanted for murder. duh. only — it's kind of a non issue. they move to arrest him and he says don't, so they don't. he says you didn't see me and they didn't. it's very obi-wan. very strange. compulsion that he pushed into his words with his own desperation. the force is with him, and all that.
finding the video shop is easy. someone is taking pity on him, because steve and robin are both working. he says sup guys? and ignores how keenly aware he is of the pulse beating in steve's neck, how vibrant and flushed he looks under the unscenic fluorescent lights. steve looks great, actually. edible, someone might say. yeah, robin's there too, but she's not as — tasty.
he's brought to the basement of the store. open sign turned to closed. robin offers him water and eddie groans, shaking his head, unable to think of anything more vile than that. she goes to make a call, probably, or to head out and pick up the kids, but once eddie is in a room alone with steve he's on him, surprisingly quick, hands gripping at either of his biceps while he stares intently at steve's neck. )
Steve — I gotta eat, man. ( he shudders, but fights the urge, body supernaturally strong as he holds steve still, pining him to the wall without much force behind it. almost twitchy, he bends forward, pressing his mouth to steve's pulse in a kiss — a long, hot lick laving over his vein. ) Hungry, dude. I just need a bite.