I Didnt Run Away This Time.

{So Tear me open but Beware~

There’s things inside without a care}

[ Indie canon divergent Vampire/Kas Eddie Munson from stranger things]

[ NSFW, 18+ only/Dark themes present Para/novella/oneliners]

Anon, this is for you

He was seeing the ground of his own trailer.

my new pfp done by @srapsodia

listen guys i tried so hard to make it their new hyperfixation i really did but i had to do this the old fashioned way and commission them

people like you don’t belong in a place like this

we don’t want you here

turning your back on things makes you an accomplice

how am i to decide anything if twenty different people tell me to pursue their version of ‘the right thing’?

we fought for our own right to live, on our own terms

i don’t care about what my actions look like to others

maybe you should start doubting the allegiances of certain people

everyone has their baggage to carry, will you let yours burn the world down?

i would have used anyone, anyone but you

you’re the only family i’ve ever been allowed to have

i’m so fucking sorry for leaving you behind

do you even want me if i can’t change back to what you knew me to be like?

i don’t care what people say, sometimes violence is the only answer

i try to make decisions that don’t force me to spill blood

it’s been long enough that i think you should start changing your view on things

what would you do, if you finally had a minuscule chance to actually live?

the way you live life is not how others do, they can’t understand you

i’ve burned a great many bridges to build this world, i won’t let it crumble

betrayal is all i know, please, please be the exception

out of all people, i’d never thought it would have been someone like you

thank you for making me see things more clearly and sorry for the pain that must have caused you

i’m sorry that people keep turning their back on your pain

please don’t do this, please give me a chance to fight for us

don’t drag them into this, they got involved on accident, they don’t know what they got themself into

your fight is against me

your fight is between the me i am now and the me you miss

you’re perfect the way you are, perfect in every single one of your imperfections

i don’t care how scared the world is of you

i can’t tell if you’re maddeningly idealistic or idealistically mad

you’re destroying yourself, is that what progress looks like to you?

can i even rely on you at this point?

i wear your uniform but i am still one of them, i was still born on the other side

it’s where i grew up, where i learned how to breathe, where i learned what scientific vileness is

there are things i regret that i’d still do all over again

i know it’s not morally good, but the best strategies are rarely ethical

you need to know how to spill blood to make sound decisions in this world

i don’t care about all the limitations you’ve set for yourself

this fight isn’t about who’s right or wrong, it’s about us, and the pain

we’ve built this place as a sanctorum, as something we would have never been granted

we honour the fallen, the fighters, the revolutionaries, the victims

let me try, at least, let me try to explain what i’ve seen

there are years of desperation imprinted into the broken skin of my knuckles

i’m tired of letting the oppressors police the language of my fight

i can do good things, i can make things right, i can win, i can show i’m worth something, please believe in me

you ruin everything you touch, get too ahead of yourself, tear it apart

why didn’t you just listen? why get this far?

there are skeletons in my closet you knew by name

at the end of the day, it’s usually about money

money can do great things, if used by the right hands, by capable hands

it’s not just business sometimes, sometimes it’s the move that will turn the game around

what are we tempted by, here, by the synergy of our minds or the dissonance of our hearts?

you’ve been at my side all this time, it’s time i show i am on your side too

how can you ask that of us, we don’t have that much time

some people just don’t understand what it means to bleed until they walk into the aftermath of a massacre

if i could look into your eyes from this angle just one more time

you listened, that’s what stayed with me, listened with wide eyes and an open heart

Eddie and Robin want off this ride.

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