[ it's an odd kind of feeling - the way everything seems to shed off of him in a single second. how quickly it can really just not matter where they are, or what has happened, or what is even going on. they are in the middle of a festival dedicated to ancient magic gods, having been pulled through some kind of magic water by people who use actual spells and shit to get this all to work. hell, he's even dressed the part, in trousers and books and a loose linen shirt and max is here, somehow, in the midst of it.
steve has been here long enough (nine months, he's been here nine months) to know how all this goes. how it definitely doesn't feel real at first, how none of this makes any sense, but also how it's just easier to accept it and move on. really, part of steve still doesn't know if he believes any of this entirely, like at any given moment he could open his eyes and he'll be back in hawkins, back in the aftermath of what they couldn't actually do. part of him worries about max, about the last thing she remembers and what sort of questions she's going to ask and god, oh shit what if she doesn't know about eddie-
but all of that is tucked away the second her head snaps around to the sound of her name. she sees him as he's already in motion across the festival, weaving in and around groups of people milling about. while he doesn't exactly see the moment she sees him thanks to a particular tall cart that is pulled directly in his path, he does catch the way she's already moving towards him as soon as the path is clear.
steve!
it's a good thing the crowd has thinned a bit by this point, because steve also breaks out into a run - closing any distance that remained between them in literal seconds. and it is strange, in that way, to know how quickly it can all be pushed away for later. how he's felt like he's been drifting since they all returned from that island, like some part of himself hasn't really slotted back into place and everything from that day until now has been just forcing himself upright and keeping his feet under him, except for now. except for right now.
when get finally gets to her, there isn't a moment's hesitation before he's got his arms around her and he's pulling her into a tight hug. he breathes, and god, she even smells the same (also a weird thing to think, he knows this, but he's getting used to these new abilities) and steve feels like he's actually got his feet under him. like maybe he can do this. ] Holy shit Mayfield- did you just get here?
AND IF I ONLY COULD MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD!!!
steve has been here long enough (nine months, he's been here nine months) to know how all this goes. how it definitely doesn't feel real at first, how none of this makes any sense, but also how it's just easier to accept it and move on. really, part of steve still doesn't know if he believes any of this entirely, like at any given moment he could open his eyes and he'll be back in hawkins, back in the aftermath of what they couldn't actually do. part of him worries about max, about the last thing she remembers and what sort of questions she's going to ask and god, oh shit what if she doesn't know about eddie-
but all of that is tucked away the second her head snaps around to the sound of her name. she sees him as he's already in motion across the festival, weaving in and around groups of people milling about. while he doesn't exactly see the moment she sees him thanks to a particular tall cart that is pulled directly in his path, he does catch the way she's already moving towards him as soon as the path is clear.
steve!
it's a good thing the crowd has thinned a bit by this point, because steve also breaks out into a run - closing any distance that remained between them in literal seconds. and it is strange, in that way, to know how quickly it can all be pushed away for later. how he's felt like he's been drifting since they all returned from that island, like some part of himself hasn't really slotted back into place and everything from that day until now has been just forcing himself upright and keeping his feet under him, except for now. except for right now.
when get finally gets to her, there isn't a moment's hesitation before he's got his arms around her and he's pulling her into a tight hug. he breathes, and god, she even smells the same (also a weird thing to think, he knows this, but he's getting used to these new abilities) and steve feels like he's actually got his feet under him. like maybe he can do this. ] Holy shit Mayfield- did you just get here?