"I don't like being in the dark, Bonnie. I never have and you know that." Caroline said as she felt that she needed to know things. It came from her need to be involved in things.
" I am, but not for doing it. More for how it made you feel if anything." Bonnie sighed," Look, you would have been the very first person I told if I could have. It doesn't make it any better but it's true."
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"You lied to me." Caroline said as she crossed her arms. "Are you going to apologize?"
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“ It’s been two days, are you really still not speaking to me?"
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Hear me out. I want Nace threads. Or Nancy Drew threads in general. I currently only play Ace on here but am willing to pick up other characters. If you are interested in doing Nancy Drew threads, let me know.
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"Glad I could help." Nancy told him with a smile. There was something about spending time with Eddie that past Nancy would have thought was weird. The two of them had never really ran in the same circle. The last few years had changed everything. Now spending time with him seemed normal.
"I am not sure that is my style." Nancy said, but it was tempting to try it. There was something intriguing about expanding her horizon again. "Maybe I could try it though. I think worse case scenario I would be able to take it off."
Eddie had been doing his best to not make a mess, concerned about ruining Nancy's dresser with black nail polish, for all he was annoyed that he'd got it on his skin, he was thankful at least that it was only his skin and not the dresser. "Thanks," he said once she finally found it and handed it over.
"You should try black some time, maybe that thing where the nail tips are white," he was referring to French tips but wasn't sure what they were called, "but instead the nail is black and the tips are red? That'd look cool," he knew it wasn't her style, but he believed everyone looked good in an alternative style.
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"I think they do, at least somewhat." Nancy said as she hoped that was the case. She tried her best to be there for the kids. Not just her brother, but all of them. They were all in this together and Nancy knew that she'd always try her best to help any of the members of the group. There was no backing down at this point.
"He is very talented." Nancy agreed as she'd looked at many of Jonathan's photos. She was glad the man had something that kept him happy, and it was a bonus that he was good at it as well. Nancy hoped that when everything was over that Jonathan would still have a passion for photography.
Nancy watched Eddie carefully. She was worried about him and the effects recent events might have on his body. Everything was so uncertain whenever they came in contact with something new. Nancy nodded her head at him. "I should have some somewhere." She added as she started to open her drawers to look for it.
Eddie had a large amount of trauma of his own that pre-dated the Upside Down, it had started as a literal toddler, the earliest he remembered, but his monster had been grounded in reality, but this? What the kids had been exposed to over the past few years? Nothing compared. "Poor kids...hope they realise we're here for them, you know?"
The metalhead felt guilt that he had a little hope when he asked the question that perhaps the relationship would be over, he'd had a crush on Nancy for years in the background. "I like Jonathan, good photographer that's for sure, we had him do some photos for the band." Eddie couldn't help but be jealous, Steve he could understand someone being attracted to, but Jonathan, it wasn't that he thought he was ugly, he actually found the other guy kind of cute, but it was jealousy, he couldn't figure out what Jonathan had that he didn't.
"Ah shit, you got any nail polish remover handy?" He had just had a slight spasm in his hand, causing the product to go across the side of his finger. He had been trying to hide his spasms and twitches, they were the result of damage from the demobats, he was afraid his hands wouldn't recover fully.
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Nancy couldn't really relate to Eddie in that way if she was honest. She'd had a good childhood as far as childhoods went, and didn't have much to complain about. It wasn't until her teen years that things went poorly. "I just can't imagine what it is like to have so much trauma at such a young age." Nancy said as it was heart-breaking to her. She raised her eyebrows a bit at his question. "It is marred by complications like everything else."
Edie nodded, "yeah..." he sighed, "as shitty as my childhood was, at least I had one, you know?" He went back to painting his nails in an attempt to quiet the voice in his head. "How uh...how are things with Jonathan?" For all he was jealous that he and Will seemed to be the only ones in the group to never have dated anyone, he hoped at least someone could be happy, it seemed Steve had given up entierly on trying to find a partner, Eddie still noticed the way he looked at Nancy, at beautiful Nancy.
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Nancy nodded her head at Eddie. She understood that entirely because it was hard to know all the things her brother and his friends had gone through. They were so young when this had all started. In a way their childhood had been robbed from them. "I wish that they'd gotten to experience a more blissful childhood." Nancy admitted as the world was cruel.
"Oh trust me if I figure it out I'll be yelling at everyone about it, maybe then we can all just be normal young adults and the kids...they could be normal stupid dumb kids...I wish I could just," he made a grabbing gesture in the air," take it all from them, you know?" For all Eddie had trauma, he would always rather he be the only one, let the others just, be happy, he just wanted to help people be happy, that's all he wanted.
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"I am not sure it works that way." Nancy replied as she knew there were things she'd still like to forget. It didn't seem to be possible from what she had seen. There were things Nancy would love to start having nightmares about. "If you figure it out, share the information." She added, not that Nancy would likely actually forget. She used the guilt to keep herself alive. "It would, yes."
"Maybe I can knock the memories out of my brain?" He responded as he continued rubbing at the back of his head, messing his curls up in the process. "That actually really hurt..." he mumbled, a voice in the back of his head telling him that he deserved the pain, telling him to do it again.
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"I have been asking myself that for a while now." Nancy admitted as she wished things would go back to some semblance of normal. Unfortunately, Nancy doubted it was going to happen. "Be careful, I am sure a splitting headache will only make things worse."
"The price is too high, why can't anything in this town be normal?" Eddie groaned and slammed his head back on the wall, he hadn't meant to doit so hard, "fuck! Ow!" He curled up on himself, rubbing the back of his head with a whimper.
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"I am not sure there is much peace around here." Nancy told him.
"If the cost is my inner fucking peace then it's not fucking worth it!"
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Nancy shook her head. “I didn’t say that I didn’t like them. I said I wasn’t that familiar.” She corrected the other as she thought the distinction was important. Nancy had been a bit out of the loop when it came to music because it was hard to keep up with it all when dealing with everything else. “So, I will need to take your word for it.”
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Chrissy was already getting sick of her own voice being stuck in the car on the road trip and the pair had barely made it out of hawkins. But being on the subject of music she got very defensive over her bubble gum pop music. “I get it you don’t like Madonna or Cyndi Lauper, but you cannot sit there and tell me they are not lyrics aren’t amazing.”
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There was nothing alerting him about the smell, though he did blink and shifted back to normal. He didn’t feel the need to use his other senses at the moment, but he could still feel Lydia moving right behind him like he’d asked her. “I’ve smelled it too.” He confirmed with a small nod, glancing to the corner of the room where his friend had just pointed. “Okay, I’ll check it out.” It wasn’t wolfsbane, that much he could tell since he wasn’t having adverse reactions to the plant. “It’s a flower.” Scott commented, stopping just shy of the small flower. “WHY is there a flower in a creepy room?” And just as the words came out, the door slammed shut behind them with a bang.
Lydia had more questions than answers now. She looked at the flower and it just seemed to unnatural. It was clear that it didn’t get here on its own, which only made Lydia wonder who had put it here. If they knew who, maybe they would be able to figure out the why. Lydia looked closer at the flower as she tried to remember where she had seen it. Her mind swirling back through her memories. After a moment, Lydia let out a small hum. “I think I know where I’ve seen this before.” She told him as perhaps that might help them figure out the why as well. “It looks like the flowers that grow near the Nemeton.” Lydia added as she felt she hadn’t seen this type of flower anywhere else.
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While this was mildly terrifying, Scott had squared up against more than his fair share of things that scared him. His only hesitation was having Lydia in the line of fire, if there was one. “I’ll try.” He couldn’t make any promises, as he wasn’t sure what was on the other side of the door. Cracking it open a little bit more, he used his other vision to scan inside. “I don’t see anything…” At least not yet. He didn’t want to make the mistake of turning his head to look at Lydia and be taken by surprise, but the urge was great. Taking a step through the door, he looked around and sniffed the air. “I know that smell, but I don’t know where I know it from… Do you recognize it?”
Lydia was relieved when Scott opened the door and something didn’t instantly jump out at them. It was usually a good sign, but Lydia knew it was best to still be on high alert. Bad things always seemed to happen when they let their guards down. Lydia moved closer to the smell that was now starting to become overpowering. She was surprised that Scott was able to handle it with his enhanced wolf senses. “It smells like something I have smelled before.” Lydia replied as she closed her eyes for a moment to try to take in the scent. It was far too familiar to be something that she’d only smelled once. It was a plant but she couldn’t place her finger on which one yet. Lydia opened her eyes. “I think it is coming from over there.” She added before she pointed towards the corner of the small room.
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❝ if they’re gone then they say it’s your fault. ❞ slumping into the table with a thud, it’s frustrating when he can’t tell if that’s true or not either. there’s so many things a day he has to second guess, ask himself again about. even then, he sometimes doesn’t find the answer. just settles for feeling unknown & lost to who he was. fingers curling around a stem of a dead rose he plucks out of the vase, rolling it back forth between his fingers, watching the wilted petals eventually fall off and onto the table. needing something else to concentrate on other than katniss’s features. unsure how to respond. refraining from saying something else cruel that wants to leave the tip of his tongue, out of being programmed not by nature. the real him wouldn’t expect her to owe him anything. ❝ i remember. ❞ but not in the way she thinks.
❝ my mother hit me that day. because of you, again. i burned the bread for you and i took the blame. ❞ they’ve let him keep those core memories now that she mentions it, triggers it . but have altered the way he sees them. in this altered memory, katniss was ungrateful and didn’t even take it. and that his mother was always abusive and not just on that particular day.
Katniss didn’t know what she was supposed to say. Of course the Capital had turned Peeta against her. They knew how much that he meant to her, and if they couldn’t kill her themselves than surely having Peeta do it was the next best thing. It was a way from them to avoid the backlash that would go with it. “It’s not my fault. I wish you could see what they did to you for what it truly is.” Katniss replied, but maybe Peeta was right. In a way it was her fault. If she hadn’t allowed herself to get close to him none of this would have happened. If they didn’t get his memories back it was another horrible thing that she was going to have to live with. Katniss could add it to the forever growing list.
“I know you did.” Katniss told him, but she hadn’t known it back then. It was weird to think about how her perspective of that day had changed. His kindness had saved her life but she’d never really understood why he’d burned the bread. Now years later it had turned out it was because he was the kindest person that she had ever met. “You were always looking out for me, even before I knew it. Then during the games you tried to keep me safe. It’s what we do Peeta, keep each other alive.”
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❝ i don’t feel good. ❞ programmed to feel terrible & be terrible, the gold in his heart poisoned. it’s difficult to even find the will to not find a way to harm himself to allow the terrible to finally bleed out of him. and confusion laces his features at that, making brows pull into a crease. ❝ i can’t. all of my memories are blank. they’re just not there, katniss. ––besides the ones of hating you. ❞ which were instilled in him, but that’s the part he’s trying to work through, IF they’re true or not. did he REALLY hate her? it’s hard to decipher what’s real and what isn’t, when he feels like he’s supposed to not trust a word she says. [ what if she’s manipulating him? ] …saved her life? yet another confusing thought making his head spin on if it’s true or not. ❝ ––why? when. ❞
Katniss felt ill because she felt that she might have really lost Peeta. In a way this was worse than him being dead. The man she’d come to care for was in front of her but in a way he was gone. This wasn’t the Peeta that she knew. “I know that your memories are gone, but maybe they aren’t gone forever.” She said, because Katniss had to hope that there was still a chance. Right now she was just thankful that he wasn’t trying to kill her. It was an improvement from the first time she’d seen this new version of Peeta.
Katniss just wished that there was more that she could say and do. Surely whatever the Capital had done to Peeta could be reversed. It was just a matter of figuring out how. She wasn’t even shocked by how cruel they were anymore. This was a institution that had been killing dozens of children every year for entertainment. “There have been a few times, you could say I really owe you.” Katniss told him as it wasn’t untrue. “The first time was when we were kids and you burned some bread so that you’d have to throw it out, and I would have something to eat.”
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