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             Look  at  him.  Look  at  this  poor  boy.              Does  it  sicken  you  like  it  sickens  me?

            A  lot  of  things  make  001  sick.  Though  he’s  been  raised  to  lust  for  the  thrill  of  the  kill,  he  sees  the  world  in  vivid,  terrible  detail,  the  debaucherous  failings  of  man;  an  ugly  hotpot  of  ultraviolence  that  people  frivolously  try  to  deny.  001  detests  this  menagerie  like  most  people  detest  war  or  famine.  Nothing  quite  provokes  his  hatred  like  dishonesty.

            As  he  enters  Creel’s  Clocks  and  carries  himself  up  the  stairs,  he  shrugs  off  his  coat  and  stands  motionless  in  the  centre  of  the  living  room.  It’s  as  if  he’s  lost,  not  recognising  his  surroundings,  stiff  and  silent  before  he  unties  the  laces  of  his  boots  and  takes  them  off.  System  buffering.

            This  place  isn’t  terrible.  He  can  see  why  his  host  takes  pride  in  it.  Of  all  the  places  he  could  have  wound  up,  a  building  teeming  with  this  much  character  is  about  the  best.  Long  fingers  idly trace  the  back  of  the  couch,  a  foreign  blanket  draped  over  the  back  of  it  slowly  picked  up  and  drawn around  his  shoulders.

            [ Now  let  us  leave,  and  open  the  door  of  time. ]

            Henry had cried like a baby on that cliff edge. The last time she held somebody that tightly was in the summer of ‘17, when she and Doctor Hale had said adios to that horrific place back in Indiana. She does well not to think about it, though seeing Henry inevitably brings it back up. She still hasn’t told the doctor that he’s in town— that for some reason, the universe keeps insisting on forcing them all together.

            Like if the red string of fate was actually a spider’s web.

            ❝ Hey. ❞ She puts a bottle of beer between them, nudging it towards her as they sit on the nearby bench together. ❝ Henry’s asleep. I convinced him to take Marty’s stuff. ❞ There had been some resistance— some obvious distrust— but eventually, the need to switch off had won out. Now, he’s ensnared in a deep slumber that, on an average day, he can only long for; corpse-like, save for the deep, even breaths that carry him through the night. ❝ I bandaged him up before you got here. His arm’s pretty badly scratched up. But he’s gonna be okay. ❞

            She looks at her then, though makes no effort to diminish the gap between them.

》》 @wheelxr whispered: 10, 11, 15!

𝟷𝟶. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙿𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃? → not very much at all; he prefers to have these conversations in private, and hopefully not let it get to the point of yelling or making a scene. we did see him kinda make a public scene about will's "funeral" in s1, so maybe if it was something absolutely pressing and/or something that easily tips his emotional scale when talking about it.

𝟷𝟷. 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴? → WILL. hands down, he'd LITERALLY sacrifice himself for the survival of his brother. like legit it's canon he's very protective of and loves his brother so fucking much, and i imagine that these feelings only increased after everything will went through in the upside down and with the mind flayer. he'd also be willing to sacrifice himself if it meant saving hawkins, that his hometown continued to live on in peace and without any more disturbances from the upside down.

𝟷𝟻. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙾𝙵? → his major fears are losing his family and his loved ones, being abandoned, having nothing left to live/look forward to, and being left all alone, in the sense that he has nobody else to look to for guidance. his more "typical" or "standard" fears include looking weak or incapable, spiders (not to the point of it being a phobia, he just isn't too crazy about having them around all the time), deep water, heights, tornadoes, being eaten, and asphyxiation.

                                                                                                            ❝ Well. ❞

It’s how he announces himself as he enters the kitchen space, pressing a kiss to her mouth before he moves to the stove to see what they’re cobbling together tonight.  His strange opening hours make for unconventional meal times, but Henry is much better at functioning during the quiet hours.  It feels less demanding to exist when the rest of the world is asleep.

                     ❝ Apparently we’re married. ❞

His smile morphs into a smirk as he takes over the potatoes, stirring them in the pot.  He’s been on a bit of a kick with those lately.  They’re just so versatile  —  can be morphed into almost anything, though his favourite way to eat them is mashed.  He’s never been a connoisseur.

       ❝ A woman declared that the only reason I would turn down the chance to take her out is because I’m married.  Despite the lack of a ring on my finger  —  and the fact that, when she asked if I was seeing anyone, I clarified that you were my girlfriend. ❞

                                                           His eyes roll, a laugh caught in his throat.

                              ❝ This town… ❞      What else can he fucking say about it?

@wheelxr sent: why  do  you  look  so  guilty ?​

@wheelxr asked: ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜

MAYBE LAUGHING WASN’T THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE to Nancy’s comment, but Murray laughed despite himself. He’d had a bit to drink, and the thought of using murder to solve this issue was funny to him. Because murder might solve one problem, but it would create another.

@wheelxr​ said: ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶

                ˜”*°•.    Hope . There’d  been  a  glimpse  of hope  at  first . A  stupid  glimpse of  childish  hope … He’d  thought  that , maybe  after  all this  time ,  after  all that’d  happened ,   after  all  that’d changed ,  her  feelings  could  have  also  changed.  They were  talking  more often ,  after  all ;  they  were working  together ,  they  were  co-existing . Honestly ,  even  the fact  they  were looking  at  each other  without  turning away  at  once  had  been  some  decent progress  on  its own .  But  maybe , maybe  having  anything more  than  that was  not  possible anymore .  Maybe  everything  they’d once  had  had  gotten  so ruined,  so  absolutely devastated  that …  there was   no  way  of  fixing it.  Maybe  he'd just  messed  up  so  horribly, his  actions  had been  unforgivable .  But it  was  fine , right ?  He  could accept  it .  He could  accept  that he’d  messed  up .