[ eddie, not unlike the mental gymnastics steve no doubt goes through, spends a large chunk of time thinking this isn't real.
not when the last memories are filled with the upside down, shaded in cold grays. not when they're filled with memories of dustin, leaning over him and —
eddie had rattled out a breath, and tried to take things with a grain of salt but as they were. which was cause for a serious suspension of disbelief. which was saying something truly, considering they had just being fighting a very real and tangible evil in an alternative dimension, so what was another more?
except somehow, believing he was summoned — summoned, was the honest to god word they used — into a world ripped straight out of tolkien's deepest recesses of imagination still felt like the sort of stretch he couldn't quite grasp at.
its overwhelming, and eddie would be lying if he said he was paying full attention to everything that was said, between the wild panic and the search for dustin, or hell, even wheeler, buckley, harrington —
As it were, there's a stern telling off somewhere in the close distance that snaps his attention away from the shadowed treeline he'd gravitated towards in lieu of avoiding unwanted notice (still causing enough tension to worry, and he wasn't sure their whiplash awe was something much better). reluctantly, swallowing down hopefulness that surprises even him, he gets closer to the clearing and — ] You're shitting me, [ is the thing that comes out first, underbreath, as he watches steve be surrounded by rambunctious children. he waits a moment, caught between not knowing what to do and not quite believing any of this was real — ] Hey — Hey Harrington? Babysitting, again?
i mean how can i resist
not when the last memories are filled with the upside down, shaded in cold grays. not when they're filled with memories of dustin, leaning over him and —
eddie had rattled out a breath, and tried to take things with a grain of salt but as they were. which was cause for a serious suspension of disbelief. which was saying something truly, considering they had just being fighting a very real and tangible evil in an alternative dimension, so what was another more?
except somehow, believing he was summoned — summoned, was the honest to god word they used — into a world ripped straight out of tolkien's deepest recesses of imagination still felt like the sort of stretch he couldn't quite grasp at.
its overwhelming, and eddie would be lying if he said he was paying full attention to everything that was said, between the wild panic and the search for dustin, or hell, even wheeler, buckley, harrington —
As it were, there's a stern telling off somewhere in the close distance that snaps his attention away from the shadowed treeline he'd gravitated towards in lieu of avoiding unwanted notice (still causing enough tension to worry, and he wasn't sure their whiplash awe was something much better). reluctantly, swallowing down hopefulness that surprises even him, he gets closer to the clearing and — ] You're shitting me, [ is the thing that comes out first, underbreath, as he watches steve be surrounded by rambunctious children. he waits a moment, caught between not knowing what to do and not quite believing any of this was real — ] Hey — Hey Harrington? Babysitting, again?