#telekinsis

[zoomingupthathill]

"let me walk you home"

it was well past midnight, she was on the other side of town. feet kicking at the stray pebbles beneath her feet. maybe she should have been home, maybe she shouldn't be out in the middle of hawkins this late, by herself. unfortunately she couldn't sleep, not that, that was anything new.. -- being at home felt suffocating. like she would lose her mind, and go crazy at any moment.

the voice should have made her jump, caught her off guard, but she was barely there. a walking zombie. "... walk me home?" she questioned, fingers drumming against her own leg. "do we have to?" max wasn't ready to be back there, alone in a box that seemed to be closing in on her. at least out here she could breath, if only a little.

finally her eyes made their way to TJ, before she reluctantly nodded. "yeah.. home, alright."

[scarednotscarymoved]

‘you’re sick and you’re tired, I can see that much. but are you sick and tired of being sick and tired?’

doctor sleep  -  stephen king  sentence starters

☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒ The long and short of it was that yes, she is sick and tired of being sick and tired; but that's her fault, isn't it? It's not like she's kind to herself and Chrissy understands that... these things she does to herself are just a part of the illness, but it doesn't stop her wishing that it would end, that she could be 'normal' like everyone else.

"I am. But I don't know how to stop."

It was the most honest and sincere thing she had said in regards to all of this, to the way she treats herself and her body and saying it out loud? It felt cathartic, like she's been holding her breath and finally exhaled, stopping the ache in her lungs.

"--I want to... I just don't know how. I've tried, tried so many times and... it always wins. Always."

[alwaysrevvedup]

"Merry Christmas, Eddie!" she bestowed two boxes wrapped in red wrapping paper, and a tub of decorative christmas cookies, "This one here is for your uncle," inside it was a nice new watch, "And this one's for you." when opened, he would find a new silver chain bracelet, a matching skull ring, a nice new set of The Lord of The Rings books, and one of The Hobbit.

His eyes widen immediately at the sight of arms full of gifts, and Eddie's mouth dropped open in a silent look of shock as they were transferred over to him. The cookies and his uncle's gift were put to the side as his focus was surrendered to his own. Red paper was quickly torn away, and hands pause at the sight of the books.

For years, he had been borrowing them from either the school or the local library, reading and rereading them whenever the fancy took hold. These were brand new, the spines unblemished by anyone's handling. That alone caused a lump to form in his throat.

"T, this is too much." This wasn't a refusal, but clearly, he was overwhelmed by the thought and generosity. With the box set down, Eddie drew her into a bear hug, the embrace lingering. "Thank you. You didn't have to go through all this for me and my uncle."

[alwaysrevvedup]

"Not an assumption, just facts... you're the sweetest of pies."

make your assumptions weary traveler

Head dips briefly, visage hid behind a curtain of hair. He needs a moment to compose. Compliments are a truly rare occurrence in his life. Being the other, the outsider, normally made him a target of other people's worst assumptions, their projections of his character. But TJ sees more in him than most. If anything, she's one of the few that actually tries. "That's...nice of you t'say, Temp."

[chiefhcpper]

❝ you’re not what i thought you’d be like. ❞  

starter quotes || @telekinsis

❝ ― I'm gonna go ahead and assume that's a good thing. What can I do for you, kiddo? ❞

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