ROT IS ALSO A HEART .
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@griefpains
ROT IS ALSO A HEART .
ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ - ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴏꜰ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴜʟꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏ (ꜱʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ). ©
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carrd. // prompts.
“Silver lining... If it fails, we both go down.”
@banishednomore said: "steve harrington, i think you could charm the devil himself."
. . . the shadows twist low and just a little too long through the aisles of the other melvald's, casting shapes that almost look alive, and steve's fingers clench tight around the crowbar he'd picked up in the alley - ready for anything, ready for an ambush, still tense from the last encounter. when they come across a narrow passage, he pries the vines apart, then gestures for eddie to go first.
that quip earns him a raised brow and a look. "oh, yeah? think that translates to a wrinkly leather zombie and his army of drooling nightmares?" eddie's familiar and not. himself and not. steve doesn't know what to make of it. "c'mon, man, just go through the passage."
𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: fate spun the wheel, featuring ... @saltwaters !
. . . the door swings shut with an awful, metallic clang, and arthur instantly regrets stepping out of the bar for a cigarette. his hands are already sweaty enough, jaw clenched so tight he thinks he just might crack a tooth before the night is over; out here, the quiet feels too honest. alice's gaze pierces through him while he digs for a lighter in his pocket.
"don't," he mutters. "whatever you're about to say, save it."
𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: fate spun the wheel, featuring ... @octobereyed !
. . . the book lane is quiet at this time of day, and faintly over-warm on this side of the shelves, which catches the afternoon sun and holds it in its spines; too often, teddy loses track of time while he's browsing. too often, he wanders the shop in a haze.
but something feels different today. unsettling. he places his paperbacks on the counter slowly, and after a moment, he finally glances up at the woman behind the counter. "did... something change, here?" he asks. he's missing something. "i - are, um. are you okay?"
𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: fate spun the wheel, featuring ... @clownfields !
. . . oh, god, fern is actually going to die of embarrassment. it's all over, social suicide, hit eject and send his body straight to space - or maybe he'll just spontaneously combust instead. is that possible? his face is burning bright enough that he just might test the limit, no matter how much he's trying to act like he can laugh this off.
"what if i hopped the fence and went into the golf course, and you never saw me again?"
𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: fate spun the wheel, featuring ... @spectracle !
. . . there's a pressure behind his eyes that won't let up, no matter how much sleep he is or isn't getting. a large part of him is ashamed of the mess of papers scattered across his desk; the rest of him is just glad to see a familiar face that isn't accusatory. when alison asks how he is, he can only shrug a shoulder.
"i'm here. that's - all i am. right now." it's more than he can say for the others. “what about you?”
@mcrtuarium // to be continued . . .
the lakes are no stranger to uneasy dreams. nightmares burrow in the subconscious, just waiting until they fall sleep, harbored pain bubbling up through the cracks when they have nothing else to distract them; teddy himself has been plagued by the dark since he was just a child. he can't remember a time he was without them, actually, even before he started seeing visions of the storm.
maybe it's this recognition that draws teddy's attention first. it could be his strange instincts, too, but that little hitch of breath catches his attention first - something brewing in the depths while his brother sleeps, plastering fear all over his face, until he breaks out in a sweat and teddy finally reaches out to try and wake him. shaking him, shaking him, until the spell of tortured slumber breaks at last.
the second logan meets his eyes, teddy feels something break inside of him. as his brother struggles to calm himself, as the dream lingers, all the jagged pieces tumble out puncture his narrow chest; he doesn't have to ask to know what logan's been through, already swallowing the pill of his own bitter grief. blinking away visions of red silk and an overwhelming helplessness. it must be so much worse for him, teddy thinks. to be so close and still lose everything.
without another word, teddy leans forward and wraps him up in a hug. there isn't much else he can do, but he hopes if he squeezes enough it'll help anchor logan here, shake the terror away in this comfort. he wishes the nightmare was a little less real so that he could be more reassuring.
how can he say it's okay when olivia is still gone?
"you're awake now," he mumbles instead. he tugs a blanket off the back of the couch just to wrap it around logan's shoulders. "just breathe. i have you. just... um. focus on the room, five things - yknow? five real things you can hear, see, smell. it's just us, sitting here in the apartment." raz is curled up by the heating vents, half asleep and hoarding all the warmth. "you're okay."
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𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: fate spun the wheel, featuring ... @handspike !
. . . the truck engine idles like a freight train creeping down the track, every click and sigh announced to the silent world as it settles; from where steve's sitting with his ass against the hood, gnawing on his lip, the sympthony might as well be a death knell. he can't bring himself to meet nancy's gaze, but he can feel it. he would see it if he closed his eyes.
after a long beat, he finally manages, "you want the bad news, or the worse news?"
@griefpains said, "you’ll be alright. promise. we’ll be alright.”
she hugs the shoulder of the carseat - she thought she would never miss it, but as he drives past the outer limits, nancy finds herself looking back.
now leaving hawkins . . .
they're on the interstate. gone are the reminders of home. she sniffles, turns back around, settling into the seat, and buckling up.
she can feel the squeeze of steve's hand, and she responds in kind, squeezing back. she thought she wouldn't cry, and she hadn't. hadn't thought she'd crumble until her mom slipped her arms around her and held her so, so tight. they both held back their tears, but they had the same glossy gaze.
“will they?” she wipes at her cheek, her fingertips are slick with salty tears, “will they be alright, steve?”
once upon a time, steve could've sped off into the sunset without so much as a second thought. the king of hawkins high sitting pretty on his throne, with his pockets full of cash and promise, but no family to bother or friends he could rely on for company or comfort; when the shit hit the fan, it was always just steve harrington, standing there all alone.
meeting nancy wheeler had changed all of that. meeting the kids changed things even more. but still, he doesn't have as many roots here as nancy does, the wheeler line buried deep in staunch dirt and burrowing ever deeper to outlast the weather - which is really just a lot of fancy words that mean it's hard for nancy to say goodbye. it's hard to turn away after what they've been through. after almost losing her sister. he can't imagine how scared she must be of what'll happen if she's not around.
those big, wounded eyes filled with tears are enough to break him.
"yeah," he says. glancing quickly at the road, then back at nancy, disentangling their fingers just to wipe the tears from her cheek. "yeah, of course they'll be alright. i think we're all built to survive the apocalypse at this point - actually, we have survived the apocalypse, like, a few times over. everything's gonna be totally fine." if it isn't, they'll be the first two people speeding back to indiana's most fucked up and nowhereland back corner. he'd personally make sure of it.
"wheelers are made of tough shit, nance - i mean, obviously. and now that everyone's in the loop, they can all lean on each other." strange, to think of what a convoluted secret their lives had once been. stranger still to think any of them came out the other side of it.
"besides, you can't stay and keep watch forever. it's time to go take on the world, right? give them all something to brag about between visits."
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fictional character wrapped: list your top characters of the year, the ones you spent the most time thinking about.
father jud duplencity, wake up dead man / lucas sinclair, stranger things / richie santos, welcome to derry / elizabeth harlander, frankenstein / benji kaplan, a real pain / stack, sinners / josh washington, until dawn / adam stanheight, saw / granma sweetie, game changer
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secret 11/22 combo: vivi kisses lorelei in joy & in a rush of adrenaline / excitement <3
everybody get kiss now
miss phosphorescent effervescent! it really does appear that no matter the season, no matter the reason, vivienne seems to glow. she moves with a constant fizzing, excitable, crackling, bubbling - more movement than a shook brut, her cork ever-popping.
it puts lorelei on edge. of course it does. lorelei works in shadows of precision and subtlety, extreme care taken to preserve her routine.
what sticks her even more, which she does not expect, is vivi's stillness. it's laboratory hijinks, of course - that damn girl of hers is always playing with herself - which sets lorelei to alarm the moment she can't hear her.
"vivienne?" the call falls to silence, bouncing and sliding off tile. lorelei's quickening heartrate does the same. "viv -"
shoulders snatched, then, and lorelei's mouth is caught in a buzzing pulse that could only belong to her. she forgets herself in the feeling - elation, relief, high anxiety - before dropping back down and remembering herself. "god, vivi!" lorelei squeezes her wrists, purposely craning her head back, way back, "you scared me!"
there's a sheen of strange moisture clinging to vivienne's hair and skin. glimmering like the morning dew, bringing with her the stench of iron and brine, she trembles with the enormity of her discovery and desire; when lorelei retreats, she only leans closer, buzzing with the taste of her lips.
oh, for just a moment, they set the world alight.
"you kissed me," she breathes, grinning like she's swallowed the sun. it's only when lorelei's worried expression finally sinks in that she starts to falter. pulling one wrist from the other's hold, fussing over silky raven locks, vivi steals a lingering touch like her digits aren't still jittering. her love is never frightened.
"forgive me, lorelune - forgive me. i'm quite alright." sure, there's blood dripping down her arm, but the wound is of little consequence: small, accidental, hardly something she feels in the midst of her mania. "the most extraordinary thing happened, you must understand; i never intended to leave you in silence. but it was alive! it was in me, my dearest, the reagent... it answered to me. the flesh and specimen - "
she stops for breath, reaching to gently smooth the furrow in lorelei's brow. "you weren't calling me long, were you?"