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“ what’s love got to do with it ?? ”

❛ Oh, come on. I'm not stupid! ❜ Wendy tilts her head to the side, in disbelief that Eve is even asking her such a thing. She must be playing dumb... right? The blonde reaches her arms out, making wild gestures in Eve’s general direction with her hands. ❛ Love has everything to do with it! I see the way you and Eddie look at each other, y’know. ❜

#hawkiller #she's readin her so hard rn #q.

“I don’t know what to say, do you want me to wish you good luck or something? ‘Cause I hate this. I hate every part of this.”

❛ ... I know. ❜ Wendy tries her best to keep her voice level. In truth, she wants to cry, scream –– anything. As much as she tried to maintain her calm, she was beyond nervous that everyone was about to go their separate ways to put the plan to stop Vecna into action. There was no telling what would happen –– if they would come out on top –– if they would see each other again.

Wendy reaches her hands forward to grab Eve’s, and she gives them a squeeze. She’s hoping the darkness masks the fact that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She brushes her thumbs against the backs of Eve’s hands before taking a deep breath. ❛ You... you need to keep those boys safe, okay? ❜ Dustin and Eddie are discussing their plan in the distance; Eddie occasionally glances over at Eve, waiting for her to join them. ❛ Especially Eddie. He’s lost without you, you know. ❜ She lets out a laugh, and despite the very nature of a laugh, it somehow sounds sad.

❛ I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. We just... gotta get through this. ❜ Is she convincing Eve, or herself? She doesn’t even know anymore. ❛ This isn’t the first time I’ve done this, you know. ❜ Hopefully it’d be the last. And hopefully they’d all live to tell the tale.

#hawkiller #pain . . .#q.

“When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…”

❛ Oh, you know me. Couldn’t help trying to impress you. ❜ Eddie lets out a weak chuckle, which he almost immediately regrets – as a sharp pain runs down his side. Yep, he was bedridden for the foreseeable future, which was terrible for someone as antsy as him.

The one upside to all of this – besides still being alive and all – is that Eve comes by often. In fact, she almost refuses to ever leave his side. Currently, she’s hovering her fingers over his scarring, as if she’s touching the marks, but without causing him the pain of actually running her fingers over them.

Eddie studies her closely, his eyes scanning every movement on her face, every time her eyes flit to another one of his many wounds. Looking at her, as cheesy as it may seem, makes him forget about the pain for a little while. He sits comfortably in the silence for a few moments before he sees the slight shift in her demeanor. He’d know that look anywhere. It’s guilt. Gods, anything bad could happen and Eve would find a way to blame it on herself. But Eddie wasn’t about to let that happen. He slowly reaches a hand out and takes hold of the hand that had currently been ghosting over his wounds. He gives it a squeeze.

❛ They have me so doped up on meds, I can’t even feel what those damn bats did to me. ❜ Another chuckle. There’s immediate regret for that one as well, but he does his best not to let his wince detract from the conversation. ❛ If it wasn’t for you, Eve, I would’ve been bat food. You know that, right? Like –– I would’ve been at least a five-course meal for them. ❜

#hawkiller #i pass out my head hits the wall i collapse onto the floor i roll down the stairs #q.

@hawkiller / continued from x

eve’s leg bounces restlessly under the cafe diner table. her fingers tap against the glass sitting in front of her as she casts a short glance towards lottie sitting across from her. her eyes redirect back towards her milkshake before she’s pulling the straw towards her lips. she takes a long sip from the drink, before she’s letting her back lean back against the booth. “it’s … i just, it’s stupid. that’s all.” fingers fall from the cold glass and to the table where she lightly drums a beat with her thumb. she lets a short sigh fall past her lips before her eyes land on the others. “i just keep getting this weird feeling -- like something’s wrong. not to mention the fucking nightmares.” eve’s lips return to her straw, hoping the sweet taste will ease the worry trying to claw at her chest.

lottie’s eyes remain stuck on eve’s face, noting the worry thats written so clearly on the other girl’s features. her own hands don’t quiver, yet stay firmly around her coca cola bottle, grounding herself with the cool condensation gathering on the glass. eve’s nerves appear contagious. and listening to her words did little to appease the gnawing worry growing within lottie; the sentiment that something feels wrong spilling from the blonde in front of her.

“ what sort of nightmares, evie? ” her tone is soft, questioning yet not pushing. she knows what it’s like to be interrogated by those more curious than caring. perhaps eve doesn’t want to talk about exactly what has been plaguing her sleep. the rain outside taps against the window in a monotonous regularity & dark clouds swirl in the sky above. pathetic fallacy she ponders momentarily, then shakes her head slightly to banish the thought.

#hawkiller #i love this sm !!!#𝟶𝟸.⠀⋆⠀who knows where we are now⠀›⠀verse undecided !#𝟶𝟺.⠀⋆⠀hidden away once again⠀›⠀queue !

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