bentrule·. ❛ steve harrington
his hands are thrown up in immediate defense, a silent gesture of submission. his mouth is always known for getting away from his mind, going too fast for his thoughts to be accurately portrayed. ❝ hey, i’m sorry. i’m just ― i’m trying to process everything. this stuff barely makes sense to me yet, not like it does everyone else. ❞ he still hasn’t fully wrapped his mind around the concept of another world beneath his feet, let alone other species in his own. there’s a inkling of guilt behind his ribcage, sympathizing with having a secret you can’t share. this whole saving-the-world thing is heavy on his shoulders, the feeling of uselessness when people like lydia and el exist only amplifying when his thoughts wander too far.
❝ i’m not trying to be disgusting or rude, i just cope with humor sometimes, ❞ he defends, although he knows that there’s a place and time for everything certainly applies in this situation. not the place, not the time. a deep inhale as he sits back up in his chair, hands resting on his knees which are clad in faded blue jeans. ❝ alright, fine. chrissy wasn’t murdered ― i mean, she was. just not by munson. there’s a lot of shit happening in this town, lydia. more than just sensing dead people. dangerous shit. ❞
she’s glad he at least has the sense to be ashamed. despite what her raised hackles, and genuine demeanour may suggest - SHE HASN’T COME HERE FOR A FIGHT. and she isn’t in the mood for once. she just wanted answers. so she lets him off with just a warning, cold stare maintained for a moment longer before she shifts gears, head shaking slightly to force herself to move on. ❝ oh you’re confused ... well spare a thought for me. ❞ nothing had ever made sense to her, her whole life . and even as she feels on the verge of getting answers, things still didn’t make sense. she wondered if she would ever understand herself.
❝ well get a better sense of humour, because that’s not an excuse - it’s still rude ! ❞ she scoffs, like it being his sense of humour is supposed to mean she has to absolve him. absolutely not - she had never done well PLAYING NICE. but she forgets anything else she was going to say as she registers steve’s words ... her heart thumping in her chest suddenly seeming so loud then as everything else is drowned out. ❝ murdered ... what - no . no, I thought she was. missing ❞ this is too much to take in. she feels like the world is tilting on it’s axis, and she can’t even let anyone know because it’s steve harrington. she kind of wants to scream then, she thinks she might of screamed so loudly it could of cracked the air . but she doesn’t, she forces herself to think ... forces herself to shelve this for later so she can get the answers she needs now more than ever. ❝ I can handle dangerous. I need to know what happened. ❞ and then, although it feels ripped out of her. ❝ - please ❞
