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[ He doesn't know what to do with that knowledge. Be relieved? Be heartbroken? He's not been sure what to do for days, now. Maybe weeks. The adrenaline's running out, the exhaustions creeping in.
He packs some food - things already grilled, left to cool, meant to be snacks. He packs water, some clothes Eddie's left behind. Some are Jim's, likely too big, but they're warm. They're heavy.
It takes him forty-minutes to trek through the woods, to let himself in and call out, not as loud as usual: ] Just me.
He packs some food - things already grilled, left to cool, meant to be snacks. He packs water, some clothes Eddie's left behind. Some are Jim's, likely too big, but they're warm. They're heavy.
It takes him forty-minutes to trek through the woods, to let himself in and call out, not as loud as usual: ] Just me.
( it takes a while for jim to arrive but the time flies in eddie’s mind, too quiet and somehow filled with a million racing thoughts. some are laced with panic, the others regret. others still with fear. alone with them, he feels nauseous.
when jim slips inside, eddie’s sitting on the bed wrapped in furs. he’s smoking a mostly tobacco cigarette, breathing out the smoke through an open window. the place is being aired out, the small fire going in the wood burning stove isn’t doing much because he hasn’t tended to it since billy left. jem’s at john’s, he thinks. she told him but he doesn’t remember.
he pushes himself out of the bed when jim’s inside, stubs the cigarette out in an ashtray. ) Here, let me get those.
( he doesn’t scurry over as he normally would, eager to dig through the haul like a raccoon that’s found a new hoard of garbage. there’s no glee at riffling through everything and commenting on jim’s choices. instead he moves slow, furs wrapped around his shoulders like a cloak.
getting those really just means taking the goods from jim to set them in the counter in the kitchenette. the shack is just one room and a bathroom, a workshop not meant to be a home but eddie moved in a bed after passing out scribbling in his journals too many times. the bed’s covered in furs, clothes that are and aren’t his tucked into it too like a nest.
he turns toward jim, watches him strip out of his winter coat and layers and waits for the opportunity to shuffle in close, to hide his face in jim’s broad chest and inhale the scent of him. if he moves first, he thinks, it won’t make him flinch. )
when jim slips inside, eddie’s sitting on the bed wrapped in furs. he’s smoking a mostly tobacco cigarette, breathing out the smoke through an open window. the place is being aired out, the small fire going in the wood burning stove isn’t doing much because he hasn’t tended to it since billy left. jem’s at john’s, he thinks. she told him but he doesn’t remember.
he pushes himself out of the bed when jim’s inside, stubs the cigarette out in an ashtray. ) Here, let me get those.
( he doesn’t scurry over as he normally would, eager to dig through the haul like a raccoon that’s found a new hoard of garbage. there’s no glee at riffling through everything and commenting on jim’s choices. instead he moves slow, furs wrapped around his shoulders like a cloak.
getting those really just means taking the goods from jim to set them in the counter in the kitchenette. the shack is just one room and a bathroom, a workshop not meant to be a home but eddie moved in a bed after passing out scribbling in his journals too many times. the bed’s covered in furs, clothes that are and aren’t his tucked into it too like a nest.
he turns toward jim, watches him strip out of his winter coat and layers and waits for the opportunity to shuffle in close, to hide his face in jim’s broad chest and inhale the scent of him. if he moves first, he thinks, it won’t make him flinch. )
hello, mr/sheriff/officer/detective? Hopper.
uhm so
this is awkward but I feel really bad about it so
I'd like to apologise for letting my evil entity controlled thought-he-was-my-boyfriend-but-I-guess-not rail me in your cabin.
uh. I think it was your bed, too. so.
I'm offering to clean your whole house by way of apology. or like chop you wood or something.
uhm so
this is awkward but I feel really bad about it so
I'd like to apologise for letting my evil entity controlled thought-he-was-my-boyfriend-but-I-guess-not rail me in your cabin.
uh. I think it was your bed, too. so.
I'm offering to clean your whole house by way of apology. or like chop you wood or something.
I'd be offended, except I'm relieved because I'm scared of the axe.
so can I come scrub your floors? you can go do your woodsman stuff and just come home to a perfect cabin! it'll be great!
...be aware that if you say no I will keep trying to find some other way to make it up to you. I'm really persistent.
so can I come scrub your floors? you can go do your woodsman stuff and just come home to a perfect cabin! it'll be great!
...be aware that if you say no I will keep trying to find some other way to make it up to you. I'm really persistent.
just because something is over doesn't mean that it's okay.
I will. right away. like
I can bring it whenever you want it. I could get it now, I bet.
I will. right away. like
I can bring it whenever you want it. I could get it now, I bet.
Hello. My name is Robin. I don't think we've met before, but I heard that you helped Alicent.
Maybe it's not my place, but — I wanted to thank you for that. I don't know that many people would've done the same after everything that happened.
[ Pause. Um. ]
I hope you're doing well.
Maybe it's not my place, but — I wanted to thank you for that. I don't know that many people would've done the same after everything that happened.
[ Pause. Um. ]
I hope you're doing well.
[ It takes days. Too many. But finally the sound of his name in Jim's voice when he thought he was dead breaks past the frantic spiral of do/don't and has him reach out across the marks.
When he intrudes on Jim's thoughts, quiet an insistent, it's with one neutral voiceless word. Protection for the both of them from the sound of his own unsteady voice. ]
Jim.
When he intrudes on Jim's thoughts, quiet an insistent, it's with one neutral voiceless word. Protection for the both of them from the sound of his own unsteady voice. ]
Jim.
[ Nothing, then. God. He'd half hoped Eddie had been with him, filled him in, that someone might have told him. But this is the very least he owes him.
And then—Grady. Stephen's blood runs briefly cold as he's reminded of everything he's done. ]
Yeah. [ He can't. Not yet. He will, he has to, but - a minute. ] Do you still have her? Alicent.
And then—Grady. Stephen's blood runs briefly cold as he's reminded of everything he's done. ]
Yeah. [ He can't. Not yet. He will, he has to, but - a minute. ] Do you still have her? Alicent.
Oh — yes, I suppose that counts. [ Almost a chuckle. Ah, telepathy. ] I consider her a friend. I didn't realize she wasn't herself when we... When I tried to help. I thought I was helping, anyway.
[ Stop rambling, Robin. She clears her throat. ]
How are you recovering? If that's alright to ask.
[ Stop rambling, Robin. She clears her throat. ]
How are you recovering? If that's alright to ask.
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