Mar 4, 2023
@scarednotscary sent: “are you safe? you look tired.”
“that’s a very polite way of saying ‘hey, you look like shit’… i’d expect nothing less from you. i’m fine. or, i’ll be fine. don’t you worry.”
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@scarednotscary sent: “are you safe? you look tired.”
“that’s a very polite way of saying ‘hey, you look like shit’… i’d expect nothing less from you. i’m fine. or, i’ll be fine. don’t you worry.”
cont. for @scarednotscary from here;
Eddie grinned when Chrissy accepted the dragon, it wasn't a lie, his intention had been to win himself the blue one, but when the claw swung on its decent and grabbed the green one he had instantly thought Chrissy would like it. His grin didn't last long though, purely due to how it pulled at the still healing wound on his face, he had suffered some hopefully temporary nerve damage in his cheek but the smile was still in his eyes. He nodded before moving to sit beside her, leaving a gap between them and set his bag between his feet.
"Yeah he's yours, I still need to win my blue one but I ran out of quarters, going back next week to try again though. I thought it would be fun to use in Hellfire, instead of rolling to see if a dragon hits I can just launch it at the guys and if they dodge it they take no damage." He looked at the book on her lap, "what are you reading?"
˗ˏˋ — The end of a show always brings with it a certain level of catharsis. However, this time around, Henry feels as if he’s still half-full.
He tries to push himself at first; heads backstage with his bandmates and attempts to revel in the success of the performance. This crowd had been their biggest one yet, and to hear it chanting their own bridge back at them during the interlude had been euphoric in a way that words can’t properly express. Still, as his brothers settle into the motions of drinking and chattering animatedly, Henry realises that he feels drained. Tired. Everything is bright and teeming with static. He just wants to lay in the dark and do nothing.
❛ Have a beer, ❜ Eddie says, offering him a cold can fresh from their cooler.
❛ Okay, ❜ Henry replies with a nod, though makes no move to pop the tab as he watches the young men he considers his family all fall into the motions. What’s wrong with him? Shouldn’t he be happy? The show was a blazing hit, yet all he wants to do is lie down. ❛ I’m— going to find the bathroom, ❜ he says, somewhat clumsy as he feels around for the door. Eddie gives him a look, brow slightly furrowed, though Henry makes himself scarce before he can question it.
The numbers on his wrist itch.
In the end, he winds up in the neighbouring VIP lounge. He doesn’t bother turning the lights on— instead soaks up the dark, his back pressed to the door as he draws in a deep breath through his nose and lets it out, staggered, through his mouth. Already, he feels a little better without the buzz lingering around him, surroundings minimal as he drags himself to the couch and all but collapses onto it.
His head is noisy— noisier than it ought to be after he just performed like he did. He should be spent, should be content to drink and then sleep straight through the night, and yet he knows it won’t happen. It’s all too loud, too in his face, and he just needs it all to go away.
Eyes screw tightly shut, fingers scratching above the bandage lining his right forearm. What was it Papercut so eloquently stated? ‘The face inside is right beneath your skin.’? That monstrous guilt… the guilt he should have expelled during the show, it mounts like a clot and screams. Scratch, scratch, scratch—
[ @scarednotscary ]
⸸ ⸻ Henry now knows what it's like to occupy a haunted house. The Graham abode has never been particularly inviting— grand but ultimately soulless, more concerned with aesthetics than family— but in light of what's happened, there's dead air lingering in every room.
Particularly the living room, the place where he found Steve charred to a crisp.
When he eventually flops down on the living room couch, it's with an exhausted sigh and a hand immediately raising to nurse his aching forehead. He massages it gently, insistent little circles offered to his right temple, his eyes closed and longing for the sleep he's missed out on.
❛ Peter's asleep, ❜ he says belatedly, letting his hand fall and his head lean back against the couch cushions, ❛ ...I had to put him to sleep. He asked for his mother again; burst into uncontrollable hysterics moments later. ❜
@scarednotscary / plotted starter!
Winter Starters Pt. 2.
@scarednotscary asked: “Careful, if you fall we might not find you until spring.”
WALKING ALONG SIDE CHRISSY WAS ODD ENOUGH, BUT HE WAS used to being odd. Everyone reminded him of it anyway. Still, though, that didn’t stop him from doing what he liked, liking what he liked, and being as playful as ever. The last bit held true as he hopped onto an edge. It may be a little slippery, but he managed to keep his balance. He walked, white shoes blending in with the snow. Doe eyes glanced at the female here and there, watching her, making sure he kept up with her.
IT WASN’T UNTIL HE HEARD HER WORDS THAT HE SLOWED his pace. Eddied scrunched his nose. His slow pace came to a stop, body facing her, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. He shrugged his shoulders, “ You really think so? I think everyone would be alright with that. ” he bent at the waist a little. A poor joke probably, but he once again shrugged.
EDDIE KEPT SILENT FOR A BIT, STRAIGHTENING OUT NOW, “ YOU think the snow is that high and deep enough? ” he raised a brow in challenge, “ Let’s test it, shall we? ” Eddie smiled wide, and let his body fall backwards towards the snow that awaited him.
@scarednotscary continued from here
He had hoped that his news would have been much nicer, but he wasn’t one to be gentle with words, especially to the ones that had the unfortunate encounter with the monster known as Vecna. He grips his arm tightly with his other hand at the memory of their fight that felt like years ago.
Aurelius would be on the list as well given the witch had managed to get away and survived by will alone. “Fair point, if it were a dream I’d have given news that he died and we’re all safe.”
Her flat voice made his heart hurt some. “One more fight awaits.” His voice sounded defeated mixed with anger. His inner monster swirled under his skin, itching to fight. “I hope the next time there is news, it will be much kinder.”
His fight with Vecna had been gruesome given he guessed the guy didn’t expect the younger to have magic and a vicious demon inside that was ready to tear apart anything and anyone to protect it’s host. While Aurelius was okay with the curse taking him before, the Obscurus within was not as willing. “One more fight. And Hawkins can go back to how it was... we may never, but Hawkins will..” I hope, he didn’t add for her sake. “For now..
Have a little cake, I was told the sugar helps bad news get swallowed easier.” He held up a little vanilla cupcake with chocolate icing.
HE DIDN’T MEAN TO LEAVE HER LIKE HE DID. FATE had other plans. He and Shelly were torn from this world before their time. A tragedy. Eric had left two people behind. Sarah and Chrissy. A daughter of sorts, and his beloved little sister. Not by blood, but she was about his sister as one could be. The way he left her in this world alone… it made the need to cast this vengeance even stronger. They took him away from her. His hands clenched tightly, nails digging into his flesh, feeling blood drip from his wounds. It was fine. He would heal in a matter of seconds.
DESPITE THE RAGE BOILING IN HIS CORE, GRAY EYES WERE wide and soft. They were filled with the same warmth and love he had shared with her many times, “ Chrissy… ” voice just a whisper. Fingers trembled as they were lifted, gingerly brushing back her hair behind her ear, “ I’m so sorry. ” // @scarednotscary cont.
||Playing Host||
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Wayne had only been up an hour or so, long enough to shower and get dressed but not to do much else besides reading the evening paper. It was that time of day where it was far too early to worry about heading into work, but still not late enough in the evening to think about getting dinner together for when Eddie got home.
He was just thinking about switching on the TV for a bit when he heard a knock at the door, and his brow furrowed in uncertainty as he stood and went over to see who it might be.
Rather than a neighbor or his nephew missing his keys again, Wayne found a blonde cheerleader with her hair in a high ponytail, PTA approved as could be. “Uh... can I help yuh, miss?”