assuming you're talking about lion hearted girl, i'm not 100% sure. i do have ideas for 4 and 5 but i don't want to commit to anything just yet. it might end up just being a collection of scenes - idk if i'd want to rewrite another entire season of stranger things, but there are some parts of 4 and 5 that would be really fun to explore - for example, that stretch of time where steve, nancy, eddie, and robin are in the upside down.
i really wanted to write a scene in rhg where will shows robin how he communicated with the lights, but i ended up shelving that idea specifically because if i DID get to season 4, i thought it would be fun to parallel with the scene where the older teens are trying to figure it out. i ended up drafting it - it's ROUGH, and i haven't touched it since.
Dustin’s voice, muffled, echoes through the air.
“Dustin!” Nancy shouts.
“Dustin?” Eddie tries.
Robin frowns to herself, eyes scanning the room. Shouting is no use, but there is another way to make contact. If they just had…
“Either this kid can’t hear us, or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve mutters.
There.
The pendant lamp.
It’s glimmering gold.
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“It’s… pretty,” Robin hums, mesmerized.
Will nods. “I think the lights glow like that if they’re on in- on the other side,” he explains to her. “It’s how I was able to talk to my mom.”
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Transfixed, Robin finds herself gravitating towards the glimmering light. Something pulls a bit in her chest, something bittersweet, almost nostalgic.
Her time here was horrific and gruesome and it almost killed her, and yet, she finds herself missing it sometimes. It’s like her brain stashed all the traumatic shit that happened here in a box somewhere, and left out only the moments where she and Will had time to breathe.
She sees him in every beam of light like this.
Every single one.
“Will found a way,” Nancy says suddenly, urgently. “He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights-”
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“How?” Robin asks, unable to pull her eyes away from the lamp as it glitters. It almost reminds her of pixie dust from the Peter Pan movie.
Maybe they’re just like the lost boys, and this is Neverland. Only there is no Peter Pan, and this is the only beautiful thing she’s been able to find here, and there’s no pirates in pursuit of them, just one terrifying otherworldly monster. And a gazillion bats. And living vines.
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“Robin?”
She lets out a slow breath. Her lungs feel a bit tight, a lump rising in her throat.
“Look.” She reaches up-
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-into the glittering light, twisting his hand and wiggling his fingers a little. Will looks back at her, golden sparkles dancing in his eyes. “Try it. It feels-”
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“-kind of… nice.”
It’s like warm sparks bouncing across her skin. She smiles to herself, closing her eyes and letting the sensation wash over her.
The ache in her chest tugs stronger.
Beside her, Steve chuckles to himself. “It sort of-”
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“-tickles,” Robin hums. Something unravels in her chest. After a day of running for her life, nonstop terror and adrenaline pumping through her veins, it’s a small comfort to feel a little bit of warmth. She laughs, relieved and watery, suddenly finding that the glimmers are blurring into a hazy golden glow.
Blinking hard, she glances back at Will. He’s looking at her with this soft, sad smile, gentle and youthful, all watercolor edges.
A tear skates down her cheek. “Sorry- I just-” She swipes it away hurriedly with her other hand, embarrassed.
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“Robin?”
She opens her eyes. Four hands hover in the glimmering light.
Three pairs of eyes look back at her, worried and tender.
She blinks. Silent tears are streaming-
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-down her face, all of the emotions she’s been pushing down the whole time she’s been here suddenly crashing down on her.
Will hesitates for a moment, like he’s debating something, before he retracts his hand from the light, steps closer to her, and then, after another brief pause, his arms wrap around her torso and he presses his cheek into her stomach.
Robin folds herself into him, burying her face in his chestnut hair and squeezing him tight.
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Steve’s hand finds its way to her back, rubbing soft circles between her shoulderblades. Nancy pulls her hand out of the light and slips it into Robin’s free one, lacing their fingers together and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Eddie glances over at her, melancholic and awestruck. He doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t have to. Robin knows he’s recontextualizing everything he knows about her all over again, wrapping his head around the fact that this is where she’d disappeared to back in ‘83.
