Can't go home again - for @GarethTheGreat
Feb. 13th, 2023 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jukebox_heroEddie wasn't sure how long it had been, mostly because he couldn't remember the last time that time had actually worked correctly. Though it seemed to be doing so now that he'd somehow gotten out of that red-lit hell-scape. He knew he'd been more sure of things there, he'd had purpose there, though he couldn't fully remember what that had been, either, only that it had been.
He knew that was relieved not to have that now, even if it meant that he didn't know what he was doing here, either.
Food was harder to come by, he couldn't just will creatures closer the way he could in that near-colorless other-world, but he'd managed, birds at first, and then rabbits, and when he finally managed to catch a deer and even though he'd gotten kicked for it, it was like someone had turned the lights on and he could think again.
It was enough to make him realize that this was definitely Hawkins and not the Upside Down, but he still didn't know how he'd gotten back, or why Hawkins itself still felt wrong somehow. He knew he couldn't go home even though he couldn't pin down just why, but that didn't leave a lot of options as far as where he'd actually be welcome. It pretty much left just one option, really, but it was a good one, as far as these things went.
Which was pretty much the only reason -and not even that good of a reason since he didn't actually know what time it was except 'dark'- that he was tapping out a quiet, though urgent, staccato against Gareth's window with his nails, briefly catching his reflection in the glass as he did so and realizing that he looked like hell. He was too pale, almost translucent, and his eyes were shadowed and dark and even though he couldn't see it, he knew they'd reflect like a cat's if light hit them at the right angle.
He knew that was relieved not to have that now, even if it meant that he didn't know what he was doing here, either.
Food was harder to come by, he couldn't just will creatures closer the way he could in that near-colorless other-world, but he'd managed, birds at first, and then rabbits, and when he finally managed to catch a deer and even though he'd gotten kicked for it, it was like someone had turned the lights on and he could think again.
It was enough to make him realize that this was definitely Hawkins and not the Upside Down, but he still didn't know how he'd gotten back, or why Hawkins itself still felt wrong somehow. He knew he couldn't go home even though he couldn't pin down just why, but that didn't leave a lot of options as far as where he'd actually be welcome. It pretty much left just one option, really, but it was a good one, as far as these things went.
Which was pretty much the only reason -and not even that good of a reason since he didn't actually know what time it was except 'dark'- that he was tapping out a quiet, though urgent, staccato against Gareth's window with his nails, briefly catching his reflection in the glass as he did so and realizing that he looked like hell. He was too pale, almost translucent, and his eyes were shadowed and dark and even though he couldn't see it, he knew they'd reflect like a cat's if light hit them at the right angle.
