The shampoo in the shower is wrong.
So is the conditioner.
And the body wash.
None of it is familiar, none of it feels like home, none of it feels like Eddie.
And why would it? Eddie’s not here, he’s with the band recording another album, far away from Hawkins and Steve.
They agreed to this, they both did. Eddie said he couldn’t wait for Steve, Steve didn’t want him to have to. Steve couldn’t leave the kids, Eddie didn’t want him to.
But that left them here, in this weird limbo where neither of them could acknowledge that they’d “broken up” and Steve was left staring at a body wash that wasn’t theirs.
It was stupid, really. Eddie always had his own body wash anyway.
But it was always right next to Steve’s. And sometimes they accidentally used each others’ when they were too tired to pay attention to the bottle they grabbed. And sometimes they’d run out of one and forget to pick up a new one at the store, so they’d smell like each other for a few days, weeks even.
And somehow Steve was expected to just use his own body wash, with no other bottle sitting on the shelf as an option.
Because Eddie wasn’t an option right now.
Or maybe ever if things kept going well for him and the guys.
Six months is a long time to not have Eddie as a comfort, as a safe place to rest, as a home.
But six months wasn’t that long when he thought about forever like this. Forever without Eddie.
Something he couldn’t have imagined the moment Eddie held a broken bottle to his neck.
He got out of the shower without washing his hair or his body; He could do it tomorrow.
He could be braver tomorrow.
He could survive another day without Eddie. Tomorrow.
Or maybe tomorrow he could finally be the one to break. He could call him and ask how things are. He could offer to come to a show. He could tell him that he loves him and he wants to follow him anywhere he goes.
But tomorrow wasn’t today and today, Steve had to accept his decision, their decision.
So today, Steve curled up in his bed, and he thought about what Eddie would sound like over the phone when he was brave. Tomorrow.
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The Creator recognized the emotion that his gaze held. He was desperate. He was confused. He was suffering. He was pleading for Ink to do something. But Ink didn't feel any sympathy for him.
He had left those vials at home.
the council of the inevitable by @onlyplatonicirl
“where is the light coming from” in my a—
y’all i was STRUGGLING with this first of all i don’t know how to draw intense emotions UrgGHHRRHHH
i’ve had this drawing idea for SOOOOOOOO long but i keep putting it off cuz!!!!!!! expressions!! are!!! hard!!!!!
anyways umm 😇😇😇😇 i haven’t read the new chapters…… kinda forgot where i stopped reading………. but i’m Definitely going to pick up the book one of these days (tonight)
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so has anyone talked about the fact that Alastor gave Charlie his microphone (literally an extension of himself!!) in episode seven so that she could talk to the people of cannibal town
and like there was a microphone there already! my man did not need to do that! and we know from episode eight that if his microphone gets damaged he loses some of his power (as evidenced by his voice becoming normal when adam broke it) so the fact that he gave it to charlie is just. idk?? it seems like a really nice thing to do? and it shows that he trusts her?
people may cite his deal for a reason as to why he did that but i highly doubt there’s a clause in there that says “signee must relinquish a treasured possession for the duration of one (1) song” or some shit
i really do think he’s warming up to everyone in his own weird Alastor way
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