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@hellfiretigers
independent dual muse roleplay blog for stranger things original characters, june clayborne & lucy cunningham. loved by ajax. they/them. 25.
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"Hey there's nothing wrong with being clumsy. If there was then we'd both be outlawed." She quipped in amusement before smiling, "You don't need to thank me. It was the least I could do." She finished up what she was doing and then patted the woman on the uninjured part of her back. "You sure you're gonna be okay?"
lucy has to physically bite back a laugh at robin's words, gaze flickering between the other's face and the floor. usually, she's not shy. that's chrissy's job. but, something about robin just brings out that side of her. she gives a nod of her head, tapping her palms on her knees as she does so, "yeah, i'll be fine. i'll just...put a good ole fashioned bag of frozen peas on it."
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“you’re lucky i’m good at this or your pretty face would be toast, boy.” june teases as she continues to dab alcohol drenched cotton balls on steve’s wounds. she’s had lots of practice with this sort of thing, given that her grandfather beat the ever loving shit out of her constantly before she moved out, “who beat your ass this time?”
“Even toast my face would still be prettier than yours.” Steve shot back, the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips. He glanced at the woman for a moment, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. But I appreciate the help.”
"well, if that's how you feel, then i guess i can just stop patching you up." june mumbles, making like she's going to walk away before she lets out a laugh and nudges steve with her shoulder, making it clear that she's just joking around, "try me. you'd be surprised at what i'd believe." especially when she's drunk, but she isn't right now (surprise, i know), so that's beside the point.
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“see, i told you!” lucy exclaims with a laugh as she points at the shoes that have just been tossed on her bed, “if you like them that much, i’ll get you a pair for our birthday, you know.” she states, very matter of fact, as she grabs the sneakers and puts them in her own closet before turning to her mirror and fixing her lip gloss.
“We have a pair though,” Chrissy pointed out. She moved to sit on Lucy’s bed and watched her get ready. “Also, they’re already broken in. I’ll take cash instead.” They had a perfectly good pair of shoes between the two of them. Why would her sister waste the money? “What are you getting all ready for? Is there a party or something I don’t know about?”
"we don't have a pair, i have a pair that you steal all the time. there is a difference, you know." lucy points out with a laugh as she turns away from the mirror and towards her twin before smiling sheepishly, "well, there's kind of a party? andy from the basketball team asked me to one." she admits, wringing her hands in front of herself as she worries her bottom lip with her teeth, "you don't think i look dumb, do you?"
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OOC. happy new year, everyone!
LESTAT IS ENSNARED BY THE BEAUTIFUL YOUTH with such unwavering intensity that he doesn’t even attempt to hide it at all , as his lips hover and graze over the upward span of a neck that he was gently nipping at before biting into moments ago , unrelenting in his lustful hunger for the sweetness that lay just beneath the surface of her flesh . The vampire had a palate so refined that it was difficult to find in this neck of the woods . A creature like him , one with his aristocratic tendencies , sought the thrill that came about through blood unlike a sugary treat - or perhaps even something flavoured like royalty , if his lust for blood was high enough and it had been too long . It seemed to him in this moment — her blood was as he remembered sweet delicacies from yonder years when he was just a boy , stealing hot cocoa from the stove in their kitchen . Lestat didn’t like to look back on his mortal life , as very few things made him look back with a smile , but the craving one would find in sugar did settle within him as he drank from her . A few drops was all he had allowed himself ; he enjoyed Lucy’s company and beauty , to even conceive of draining her completely . Softly , carefully , the tip of his nose brushes along her jawline before creeping a little higher over her cheekbone , then to her own nose . There is a distinct shift in the shade of his eyes in that moment - the brilliant blue having deepened to sapphire as his appetite has finally been sated . “ —Lucy .. “ he says , gently , voice barely above that of a whisper as his mouth parts slightly , “ You are enchanting . “
it's a strange sensation as he drinks from her. if she weren't so comfortable with him, for some odd reason, she would be scared. but, in this moment she is simply curious while simultaneously feeling the stirrings of pleasure seeping into her bones. she's almost disappointed when he finishes so soon, fighting the urge to pout as she lets out a breath that she hadn't even realized she's been holding in, "are you sure that's not just my blood doing the talking?" lucy teases, smile tugging at her lips as she looks up at him. she can feel blood slowly trickling down her neck and she's momentarily worried about how she's going to hide the puncture marks from lestat's fangs from mother dearest. but, she realizes quickly that she is the mistake of the cunningham family. the girl that shouldn't have happened. mother dearest wouldn't notice enough to care and, even if she did, she likely wouldn't give a shit anyway. lucy views that as a curse, more times than not. but, in this situation, it's a blessing. the cheerleader cannot even fathom why lestat has taken such a liking to her. she doesn't think she's anything extraordinary or special. she's...just a girl on the cheer squad in a small hick town in indiana. enchanting is the last word that she would use to describe herself. so, hearing him say that both confuses and exhilarates her. there's a blush on her features, deep and vibrant, but she isn't embarrassed or self conscious. lucy is just wrapped up in him.
Eddie wasn't one to judge anyone's vices. He had his own, after all. If giving her these gifts brought a smile to her face, then he couldn't help but feel like it was worth it. This town had a way of bringing people like them down so any moment of happiness was cherished. He took the hug with grace. He loved hugs and he especially loved tight ones like the one she had given him. It spoke more words than probably the both of them could ever fathom.
"Anything for my favorite girl in the world." Eddie teased before he took a seat beside her. "I fucking love that movie, so I'm definitely gonna stay around." He lightly elbowed her side, "And I'm glad you like your gifts."
"your favorite girl? you're gonna make me blush." and, june doesn't blush. she's just not that type, but she can feel the beginnings of one starting to heat her face and she quickly takes another swig of booze, allowing her shaggy hair to fall across her face in the process, to hide it. once done, she leans forward and slides the vhs tape of the evil dead into the vcr before reaching into the bag for a blunt with one hand and into her pocket for a lighter with the other.
"you say that to all the girlies? or just the sad ones?" june teases with blunt between her lips as hazel eyes spark with something similar to mischief. lights the blunt and takes a hit before handing it over to eddie to share.
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“are you feeling okay, chrissy? you’re acting…really strange. like you keep zoning out or something.” lucy has noticed the way that her sister has been acting and it’s extremely worrisome to her. she doesn’t think she’s ever seen chrissy act this way. she places a hand on her twin’s shoulder, leaning in close and whispering with care, “did mom do something?”
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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 can everyone SEE it ? or is this a PSYCHIC SIBLING PHENOMENON ? it makes older cunningham WEARY round, sunken eyes : caked with foundation to hide DISCOLORATION, dart around the emptying field. cheer practice is over and the girls are flying out to enjoy their WEEKEND. chrissy HATES weekends. unable to decide what’s worse being alone in own head OR being under mother’s WATCHFUL EYE. ❛ wh-what ? n-no ! ❜ brows knit and face TWISTS into confusion and irritation, ❛ why would you say that ? someone could hear. ❜
lucy immediately recoils, hand falling away from chrissy's shoulder as she takes a step back and looks around the field. everyone else is far enough away that they're out of earshot and that's obvious. so, despite her sister's insistence, lucy knows that something is - in fact - wrong. she just doesn't know what, which is the current problem. she can't do anything to help if chrissy won't open up to her, "geez, sorry..." younger cunningham mumbles, hands raising in defense before they flop back down to her sides as she walks alongside the other, "i'm just worried about you. something's off. i can tell." lucy's voice remains low and even solely for chrissy's comfort. she doesn't want to spook her again.
Steve's face morphs into confusion at her words. Of course, he'd had some sort of inkling that she thought she wasn't worthy of being cared for. It didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce that, but it was her last words you don't know what I've done that perplexed him.
"Tell me then. What have you done that you think you don't deserve to be cared for?"
"you know the fire that killed my parents? i started it. i'm the reason they're dead. i killed them. that's why." june doesn't know why she's telling steve this. maybe in hopes that it will scare him off, that he'll be repulsed enough by her to stop caring. but, she'd only been a child. a child that liked to play with fire, but a child nonetheless. she hadn't started the blaze on purpose and she knows that, but the guilt weighs on her regardless.
"i'm a murderer, steve. don't care about me."
Robin knew a bullshitter when she saw one, but she didnt say anything. Rather she jusr glanced at the other before looking down at the floor, "Same social group?" she muttered before shaking her head. "So we have to both be cheerleaders for me to be worried about someone?" It was rather bold of her, must be close to a full moon or something, "Your life doesn't equate to your social status."
lucy supposes that robin must be right, but it's taking a lot for her to actually believe it right now. her mother has drilled such specific things into her head over the years that they're difficult to see past, in all honesty. but, nonetheless, she appreciates robin's kindness and aims to make it up to her one day. she knows this has got to be burdensome for her, "that's not what my mother thinks..." oops, she hadn't meant to say that out loud. a look of panic momentarily crosses her features as she looks to the other, hands waving in front of her, "forget i said that."
"Whether you're worth it or not is not for you to decide." Steve said, "You can think it all you want, but it's not going to change that I think you are." He sighed, looking up at nothing in particular for a moment. Just gathering his thoughts.
"I know you are, June." Steve finalized, "Why can't you accept that?"
june shakes her head in the negative, lips twisting into a quivering frown as tears prick at her hazel eyes. she can't look at steve, it hurts too much. because she thinks he's just saying all this to make her feel better. but, deep down, she can tell that isn't the case. he's being genuine. she just can't let herself believe it.
"'cause i don't deserve it." she finally utters, glancing up at him briefly with teary eyes, "i don't deserve this, i just don't. you don't know what i've done."
"hellooooooo, i need some books for a project that's due tomorrow!" june yells in the otherwise quiet library, not much caring about the fact that she's not supposed to raise her voice in such a place. her hand repeatedly slams down on the bell on the desk, causing it to ring nonstop as she leans over the counter, "is there anyone even here?"
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the dark horse: who would’ve guessed it’d be you? after all this time, it’s really you? when you were little, nobody knew your name. for so long, you’ve lived as a shade amongst shades. written off, cast aside, overlooked. you did your best work in the shadows. it took you so long to bloom, some thought you would never emerge at all. but now’s your time in the spotlight. all the heroes have failed, but you’re still standing. in the darkest hour, you came in to save the day. you’re our last hope, dark horse! / personality: clever, determined, quiet / counterpart: the killer
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