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BARE feet wade through shallows as his return to the banks is made. a break in construction. the fruit of the efforts, just waiting to be finished. a real damn. not a baby one that can be smashed by the likes of bowers. sitting down pant legs are unfurled. " where d-did yuh-you learn all th-this ?" with a sunny smile in place bill looks to his friend. " how to b-b-build d-d-damns & s-s-stuff ?"

she likes to act tough   —–likes to pretend she is invincible, that  nothing  can  get  in  her  way.  the reminder that she isn’t comes after a particularly nasty fight    ( a handful of demogorgons that somehow attacked together, as if they had organized again. she’s only seen them act like that once - when the mind flayer was controlling them. the prospect of IT still lingering, waiting for the right moment to start scratching the thin veil between the upside down and their own world was enough to make her lose focus. )    legs give out beneath her, and she stumbles back, away from the  ( herd? swarm? )  of demogorgons, collapsing unceremoniously on the pavement. blood makes its way down to her lips, and she can taste metal.

a soothing voice somehow manages to break through the cloudy haze of exhaustion that has befallen her body and mind, calming, a promise carried by arms around her waist, somone helping her up. her head rolls back, comes to rest on his shoulders, and as she recognizes him, she can’t help the slightly lopsided smile.

tracking down the monsters was the easiest part of it all ----their presence rang loudly in the void she wandered, their growls and chitters unmistakenly clear. what was new was the person; never before seen face, filled with fear as he ran. she furrows her brows, unsure of what to make of him, but determined to protect with all her might. the faceless creatures had set their sight on him, following relentlessly.

feet placed steadily on pavement, hand stretched out in familiar gesture, focus trained on the quickly closing in monsters. she doesn’t wait for the boy to reach her, the pressure of her power weighing heavily on her mind. when he falls at her feet, she barely has the ability to speak, wants all of her strength in the task at hand ( but knows he needs it. needs her to let him know he was going to be okay. so she speaks, reassuring words, directed before at her. joyce ----mother she doesn’t deserve. )

his trust is what it takes for her to close her eyes for a moment, quiet before the storm, and when she unleashes her power forwards, pushes it out of her mind and into the world, thrusting vibrating invisibility against oncoming danger.

they don’t stand a chance. too powerful has she become since kali, since her sister, since the gate was but a faint memory. squeals and growls fade away into deathly silence, last spurs of movement in dying muscles.

blood drips thickly onto the ground, familiar warmth trailing down beneath her nose ----no time to relax, no time to refocus, keeps her mind half aware of her surroundings as she kneels down besides boy.