(It's dark and Eddie isn't thinking too hard about that. He hasn't slept in a while because every creak and groan in his house felt like a monster yawning. He had never, ever lived alone before. Ever.
Even when he first was on the space ship way back when, he'd always had adults filtering in and out around him. Then his friends were there within a month.
Losing them was a blow. Losing Max was a blow. Eddie was nothing without his friends.
Nothing.
And as the days wore on, he'd never felt weaker and more useless. He was relying more often than not on his medicine. Eddie spent a lot of time in his room, staring at the carefully arranged pictures. He'd tried to sleep in Bev's bed a few times, or Richie's, to soak up some of the magic that was inherent to his friends, but nothing worked. They were gone.
Eddie doesn't think about Will for some time. For some reason, he morbidly figures that Will was probably gone too.
Until he's riding past his house one night and sees a light on. Was it...? Eddie stands outside for a while, fog creeping around his ankles. He moves towards the front door and knocks hard before pushing it open.)
[For his part, Will has been drawing. Lots of deer, of course -- Galadriel features prominently in most things -- but also other things he's seen around town, around the woods. Sometimes things from back home, good and bad. The monsters and his family and friends.
He sticks to the smudgy charcoal pencils that leave his fingers and palms black, blurring the sharp lines so every drawing ends up foggy. Then he sticks them up on the walls. He's been alone before, it's nothing to be worried about.
But it's strange, being so alone in his head. Part of him knows he should venture out, should talk to people more, should interact with the world. He just doesn't want to.
When he hears the voice in the middle of the night, he half-thinks that he's imagined it. Was Eddie ever really real, were any of their talks real, did any of it really happen? Deerington is creeping into his mind and making it all seem like part of a long, strange, dream.
But then Will looks up from his latest drawing and sees Eddie standing there, in the doorway, fog swirling in around him.]
[ Chloe knows full well when she sees someone running from shit and trying to keep ahead of their own inevitable breakdowns. She's done it dozens of times in her life, one such moment being just a few months ago, and she really shouldn't be one to judge when other people do the same thing.
Except she cares about Will, annoying as that is, and so she feels like just letting him keep it up isn't an option. She's gotta at least try to give him an opportunity to stop keeping all the trauma pent up and acting like everything will be fine so long as he takes care of all the other people who are hurting first.
So she stops her truck outside of his and Mike's house, kinda just ASSUMING he's there, but maybe she'll get lucky. Digging into her pocket for her FLUID, she holds the cigarette she'd lit on her way over between her lips so she can type. ]
[the text startles will, because what if he'd been doing something important?? like...looking out the window and drawing on his jeans with a sharpie. which is what he's doing. which is extremely important, chloe.
but he'll cap the marker and stick it in his back pocket, slowly padding around to peek out of each of the windows in turn. he finds the right one and, in stubborn defiance (but like, will-esque stubborn defiance), he opens it and half-leans out, instead of actually coming outside.]
What's wrong? [at least she's...herself again? sort of? she's smoking and driving around. that's normal, right?]
will does...not look...great. that is, he looks like he hasn't slept in days, and his hair's all fluffed up and messy and he just looks...weary. he doesn't light up the way he normally would, looking a little hesitant to see adam. granted, this is after shiro had cleared the air about everything (and after will had gotten a fun little vision of shiro's past), but he's still sort of unsure.
(A tin watering can is sitting on Will's doorstep one day with Will's name painted on it in white paint. Inside the tin is a small bouquet. Tied around the actual nozzle of the watering can are a few handmade incense. They smell a little spicy- maybe like cinnamon.
Attached is a small handwritten note:
Will-
Hi! These might be useful to burn in October. Be careful with them.
you know when you catch the sunset at exactly the right moment on a cloudy day and so the suns making everything kind of hazy orange but the dark purples and blues are starting to take over so everything looks pink and hazy and all the grass and trees and sidewalks and streets are that pink purple
and it seems like everything is so quiet for once and it doesn't matter if it's warm or cold out because all you can think about is what the sky looks like
and the trees are all blacked against it and part of you is sad that the day is already over because maybe just maybe you wanted to take a quick ride to the ice cream shop or the record store but then
part of you is really excited because you know it's gonna be a full moon out and everything in an hour or two is gonna be dripping in silver and maybe if youre lucky the clouds will of moved a bit so you can see the stars all of them every single one you think
and maybe if there are clouds they are these misty gray things that look somehow completely different from the clouds in the day and you want to know where they're heading and where theyve been and you realize that you're just really small but at the same time you must be pretty big to see ALL OF THAT at one time
[this is a very strangely beautiful text to get while in the middle of pouring the flavor dust from the bottom of a bag of cool ranch doritos all over his face.]
[Like a medieval homing missile, Diarmuid ends up at the front door of Will's current abode with his basket of goods — Irish stew, freshly baked bread (which was a miserable affair when you're arm's still mending in a cast), and... hopefully a well-received scarf on the inside of said basket. He gives the door a little knock, somewhat timid in the fact that he's never come here before.]
Hello? Are you home? It's Diarmuid!
I've something for you, for supper — and winter!
[Diarmuid, my boy, you can just wait for someone to answer a door before you ramble your reasons for coming...]
[fortunately will is at home -- it's steve's house, with his car in the drive-way and will and mike's bikes in a tangle on the front lawn -- in between jobs, eating cereal in his diner apron before going to his shift. his little dog hurries to the door first, yapping once in greeting, and will hurries to scoop the pet up and open the door.]
-- Diarmuid! [he looks delighted. and tired. but mostly delighted.] Hi!
[ will is getting a 3-way video call on his fluid, the main caller being Jack Kline and the other Mike Wheeler, because steve said to talk to them together rather than separate. when the video opens, jack takes a deep breath, and then raises a single hand in greeting, fingers splayed, a bit stilted. ]
Hello. I've met both of you before, but if you don't remember, my name's Jack.
[ there's a brief quirk at the corner of his lips, like he's trying to smile but just not really feeling it. this isn't a social call. ]
Billy Hargrove is my friend, and he's in trouble. My family, they fight monsters and save people, that's what they do, and we want to help him, but we need to know more about what's possessing him. [ he has a few details, but he'd rather hear all of it from these kids, first hand experience. ] Steve said you guys have fought it before.
[ About a week after this, there's a basket outside Will's house. A care package with Nyquil, a couple of packets of instant chicken noodle soup, a few comic books and a note. ]
[ the thing about deerington is that despite its tendency to get caught up in the absurd, there's still a fair amount of routine that comes with it, primarily with his shifts at the diner, which so often include one youthful teen coming around to work the jukebox and clean up the silverware.
so when said kid suddenly stops showing up, it's strange as hell.
he gives it a few days, not wanting to jump to conclusions, hoping he doesn't have to.
but frank's not in the habit of reading the network, not unless someone slaps his arm and points out something relevant to his interests. and thus far, no one's given him the shake about the announcement of a certain incident.
so, finally, a few days in, he gives him a call. always call, never text, they agreed. ]
[oh shoot darn he's employed that's right. despite being spared the death flu (thanks waverly), will has come down with a chronic case of Overprotective Guardian Teenagers (which might be incurable) and has barely left the house.
between that and the nightmares about dying, he hasn't even thought about his "normal" life -- the diner, the things he usually does -- since coming back. so when he sees frank calling, he answers very sheepish and guilty.]
[will isn't at work for once, and he's actually napping (what), so it takes him a moment to find his fluid where it's buzzing in the middle of the blankets.]
[ Left outside Will's door is a small, wooden crate filled with a variety of things. First, a few bottles of homemade eggnog. There is also a bundle of cinnamon sticks and whole nutmeg, attached to a tiny grater so you can add fresh spices to your festive drink. Tucked away in the crate is also a festive tin, filled with a variety of holiday cookies - shortbread, gingerbread, and sugar cookies.
It’s not all just food and drink. Safely concealed in a small, cloth bag, is a charm, along with a note: wear me for a little extra warmth!. And, just for Will, there's the biggest bag of candies ever.
A tag attached to the crate simply says: Happy holidays, from Q & Eliot. (PS - the eggnog doesn't have alcohol in it, and thanks for helping with the cookies.). ]
[Tucked in with all the other gifts on Christmas morning, wrapped messily and marked with Will's name, will be a leather sketchbook. A note's been slipped inside the soft cover: "For good thoughts only. You'll see. Love, Mike."
When Will uses it, he'll find that his all drawings come to life on the page, like animations.]
[anyway, mike, i hope you're prepared to be woken up waaaay too early on christmas morning by will literally leaping on top of you and shoving the open sketchbook into your face, where his deer drawing is walking around and chilling and eating some pencil grass.]
On Christmas morning, there will be a small parcel on the Hawkins' gang's doorstep addressed to Will. Inside are a pair of dark blue woolen gloves and a copy of the 1986 Uncanny X-Men Coloring Book, which is signed, on the inside cover, by both Logan and Kurt and the inscription: To the best fan and our good friend! See you soon x.
[You have been visited by Holy Mami! She descends from the winter night sky, presents in hand. She has a smile on her face as she hands you a gift with a note attached.]
“These were made with love especially for you! Merry Christmas!”
[Before you have the chance to say anything though, she’s gone! She has a lot of gifts to deliver and little time to do so!] Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!!
(A few neatly wrapped gifts arrive for Will. Eddie's name is neatly signed on the gift tags along with a small smiley face.
First gift: This shirt with a dream add-on that whoever wears this shirt will feel warm, comfortable, safe, and at least a little bit happy. It won't actually protect anyone or anything- just provide good vibes.
Second: An actual real Elven cloak. + Leaves of Lorien brooch. his cloak is going to function basically identically to how it does in the Lord of the Ring canon. It doesn't actually have any "abilities" but the material is unique in that "Their colour was hard to define – grey in twilight but green when moved or brown as fields or dusk-silver in the night. While they could not deflect a shaft or blade they acted as camouflage against unfriendly eyes."
A little note is attached:
Pretty sure this is the actual ass cloak the hobbits wear. Cool right? Good for adventuring.
Use it Wisely, Will the Wise.
-Eddie the Bitch (is that a title? i dont know what my title would be))
Wrench seriously considers it, but he doesn't give Will any extra food for the holidays. Instead, it's a classic board game he thinks the boy will like, as well as a pair of warm knit socks that are pretty blatant in their intended message.
[ There’s a box wrapped in light blue paper with a silver bow on top. Inside, there’s colored pencils, a pad of high quality drawing paper, Wreck This Journal, an umbrella, and a small portrait of the two of them done in oil paints on canvas.
There’s a note attached with her name on it and a giant heart. ]
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Sometime at the end of July??
Date: 2018-07-30 08:54 am (UTC)Even when he first was on the space ship way back when, he'd always had adults filtering in and out around him. Then his friends were there within a month.
Losing them was a blow. Losing Max was a blow. Eddie was nothing without his friends.
Nothing.
And as the days wore on, he'd never felt weaker and more useless. He was relying more often than not on his medicine. Eddie spent a lot of time in his room, staring at the carefully arranged pictures. He'd tried to sleep in Bev's bed a few times, or Richie's, to soak up some of the magic that was inherent to his friends, but nothing worked. They were gone.
Eddie doesn't think about Will for some time. For some reason, he morbidly figures that Will was probably gone too.
Until he's riding past his house one night and sees a light on. Was it...? Eddie stands outside for a while, fog creeping around his ankles. He moves towards the front door and knocks hard before pushing it open.)
Will?
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Date: 2018-08-04 07:03 pm (UTC)He sticks to the smudgy charcoal pencils that leave his fingers and palms black, blurring the sharp lines so every drawing ends up foggy. Then he sticks them up on the walls. He's been alone before, it's nothing to be worried about.
But it's strange, being so alone in his head. Part of him knows he should venture out, should talk to people more, should interact with the world. He just doesn't want to.
When he hears the voice in the middle of the night, he half-thinks that he's imagined it. Was Eddie ever really real, were any of their talks real, did any of it really happen? Deerington is creeping into his mind and making it all seem like part of a long, strange, dream.
But then Will looks up from his latest drawing and sees Eddie standing there, in the doorway, fog swirling in around him.]
...hey.
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Date: 2019-08-31 03:51 am (UTC)Except she cares about Will, annoying as that is, and so she feels like just letting him keep it up isn't an option. She's gotta at least try to give him an opportunity to stop keeping all the trauma pent up and acting like everything will be fine so long as he takes care of all the other people who are hurting first.
So she stops her truck outside of his and Mike's house, kinda just ASSUMING he's there, but maybe she'll get lucky. Digging into her pocket for her FLUID, she holds the cigarette she'd lit on her way over between her lips so she can type. ]
hey loser, come outside
[ ....... Affection ala Chloe Price. ]
boo u hor
Date: 2019-08-31 05:01 am (UTC)but he'll cap the marker and stick it in his back pocket, slowly padding around to peek out of each of the windows in turn. he finds the right one and, in stubborn defiance (but like, will-esque stubborn defiance), he opens it and half-leans out, instead of actually coming outside.]
What's wrong? [at least she's...herself again? sort of? she's smoking and driving around. that's normal, right?]
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Date: 2019-09-12 05:09 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2019-09-12 05:16 am (UTC)will does...not look...great. that is, he looks like he hasn't slept in days, and his hair's all fluffed up and messy and he just looks...weary. he doesn't light up the way he normally would, looking a little hesitant to see adam. granted, this is after shiro had cleared the air about everything (and after will had gotten a fun little vision of shiro's past), but he's still sort of unsure.
so, slowly:] Yeah. M'fine.
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Date: 2019-09-15 12:24 am (UTC)text; un: willthewise
Date: 2019-09-15 02:24 am (UTC)there are three boys here cause they LIVE here!!!!
wait do i count??? as one of them???
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Date: 2019-09-22 03:24 am (UTC)plus i'm cold and you should give me your jacket :C
if you don't i'm filing for neglect & abuse
god fcking BLESS
Date: 2019-09-22 03:35 am (UTC)eddie? are you okay?
1/2
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Date: 2019-09-27 09:31 pm (UTC)and that was a doppleganger or whatever just messing with me
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Date: 2019-09-28 03:09 am (UTC)no thank you
i don't want to get ambushed please
the doppleganger capitalizes things
that's how you can tell
also he's a jerk
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From:delivery late september
Date: 2019-09-30 05:17 am (UTC)Attached is a small handwritten note:
Will-
Hi! These might be useful to burn in October. Be careful with them.
enjoy the flowers. i owed you some i think
love,
eddie)
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Date: 2019-09-30 06:24 am (UTC)he can't remember if he ever told eddie, or if eddie's just That Good. probably the second.]
Text - ehh handwave this to sometime around oct 10-11ish??
Date: 2019-10-07 10:49 pm (UTC)and it seems like everything is so quiet for once and it doesn't matter if it's warm or cold out because all you can think about is what the sky looks like
and the trees are all blacked against it and part of you is sad that the day is already over because maybe just maybe you wanted to take a quick ride to the ice cream shop or the record store but then
part of you is really excited because you know it's gonna be a full moon out and everything in an hour or two is gonna be dripping in silver and maybe if youre lucky the clouds will of moved a bit so you can see the stars all of them every single one you think
and maybe if there are clouds they are these misty gray things that look somehow completely different from the clouds in the day and you want to know where they're heading and where theyve been and you realize that you're just really small but at the same time you must be pretty big to see ALL OF THAT at one time
you know that feeling?
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Date: 2019-10-08 03:31 am (UTC)i think so?
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Date: 2019-10-08 05:55 am (UTC)Hello? Are you home? It's Diarmuid!
I've something for you, for supper — and winter!
[Diarmuid, my boy, you can just wait for someone to answer a door before you ramble your reasons for coming...]
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Date: 2019-10-09 03:25 am (UTC)-- Diarmuid! [he looks delighted. and tired. but mostly delighted.] Hi!
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From:after this: https://acidwashjeans.dreamwidth.org/1375.html?thread=145759#cmt145759
Date: 2019-10-13 08:33 pm (UTC)Hello. I've met both of you before, but if you don't remember, my name's Jack.
[ there's a brief quirk at the corner of his lips, like he's trying to smile but just not really feeling it. this isn't a social call. ]
Billy Hargrove is my friend, and he's in trouble. My family, they fight monsters and save people, that's what they do, and we want to help him, but we need to know more about what's possessing him. [ he has a few details, but he'd rather hear all of it from these kids, first hand experience. ] Steve said you guys have fought it before.
Could you tell me about it? The Mind-Flayer?
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Date: 2019-10-17 03:21 am (UTC)Billy's your friend? You're friends? With Billy? Hargrove? [it's clearly not...registering.]
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Date: 2019-10-27 09:05 am (UTC)call me if you need anything else.
/cliff
awww cliff
Date: 2019-10-28 04:02 am (UTC)thank you
how'd you know?
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Date: 2019-10-30 12:46 am (UTC)so when said kid suddenly stops showing up, it's strange as hell.
he gives it a few days, not wanting to jump to conclusions, hoping he doesn't have to.
but frank's not in the habit of reading the network, not unless someone slaps his arm and points out something relevant to his interests. and thus far, no one's given him the shake about the announcement of a certain incident.
so, finally, a few days in, he gives him a call. always call, never text, they agreed. ]
Kid, you alright?
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Date: 2019-10-30 04:00 pm (UTC)between that and the nightmares about dying, he hasn't even thought about his "normal" life -- the diner, the things he usually does -- since coming back. so when he sees frank calling, he answers very sheepish and guilty.]
Yeah. I'm sorry.
Am I fired?
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Date: 2019-10-30 07:11 am (UTC)Did I
Did I hurt you?
[Because he's trying to sort out visions of Will's face and metal bars. His memories of his time as a monster are... blurry.]
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Date: 2019-10-30 03:57 pm (UTC)no. I promise you didnt.
are you okay now?
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Date: 2019-11-02 07:24 am (UTC)1. i'm outside your house. can you let me in?
2. i may or may not be a vampire. and i look. weird. so. just to warn you
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Date: 2019-11-02 10:36 pm (UTC)the next thing gives him a bit more pause, but deerington is already so goddamn weird it doesn't cause more than a minute or so of hesitation.]
did you get bit?
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Date: 2019-11-17 06:19 am (UTC)did you know about steve and billy???
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Date: 2019-11-17 06:48 am (UTC)what about them?
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Date: 2019-11-20 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-20 03:09 pm (UTC)he mustache u a question
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Date: 2019-12-01 05:08 pm (UTC)if you arent busy today or the next few days do you want to come help me make christmas cookies
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Date: 2019-12-02 05:05 am (UTC)[you might have to say it more than once for it to really sink in.]
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Date: 2019-12-16 03:16 am (UTC)It’s not all just food and drink. Safely concealed in a small, cloth bag, is a charm, along with a note: wear me for a little extra warmth!. And, just for Will, there's the biggest bag of candies ever.
A tag attached to the crate simply says: Happy holidays, from Q & Eliot. (PS - the eggnog doesn't have alcohol in it, and thanks for helping with the cookies.). ]
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Date: 2019-12-18 03:03 am (UTC)When Will uses it, he'll find that his all drawings come to life on the page, like animations.]
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Date: 2019-12-18 04:03 am (UTC)What.
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Date: 2019-12-24 05:03 pm (UTC)merry crisis; im terrible
Date: 2019-12-25 01:16 am (UTC)adopted from the pet-shop with love.
Christmas Eve
Date: 2019-12-25 02:30 am (UTC)[You have been visited by Holy Mami!
She descends from the winter night sky, presents in hand. She has a smile on her face as she hands you a gift with a note attached.]
“These were made with love especially for you! Merry Christmas!”
[Before you have the chance to say anything though, she’s gone! She has a lot of gifts to deliver and little time to do so!]
Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!!
merry chrystler gift
Date: 2019-12-25 05:41 am (UTC)First gift: This shirt with a dream add-on that whoever wears this shirt will feel warm, comfortable, safe, and at least a little bit happy. It won't actually protect anyone or anything- just provide good vibes.
Second: An actual real Elven cloak. + Leaves of Lorien brooch. his cloak is going to function basically identically to how it does in the Lord of the Ring canon. It doesn't actually have any "abilities" but the material is unique in that "Their colour was hard to define – grey in twilight but green when moved or brown as fields or dusk-silver in the night. While they could not deflect a shaft or blade they acted as camouflage against unfriendly eyes."
A little note is attached:
Pretty sure this is the actual ass cloak the hobbits wear. Cool right? Good for adventuring.
Use it Wisely, Will the Wise.
-Eddie the Bitch (is that a title? i dont know what my title would be))
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Date: 2019-12-25 06:05 am (UTC)delivered on christmas
Date: 2019-12-26 03:06 am (UTC)There’s a note attached with her name on it and a giant heart. ]