STORMBRINGER!

sorry, i got lost in your eyes. can you say that again? | Eddie

billy feels like he's fucking melting into a bed. it's not hot anymmpre, hawkins and it's fucking cold weather. billy can barely tell. he's participating in a conversation. or at least he's trying to participate. he is floating high somewhere else, and blue eyes just gently land on eddie's face. because billy is in eddie's room, in eddie's bed. with eddie. eddie is looking at him facing him because they are girls or some bullshit and billy didn't get the memo. and he has to suck in a breath. i got lost in your eyes. something pulls at billy, and eddie has to know that he's high enough that he's softer on the edges, that he can fucking get away with that shit, that in the end it's all billy really wants. so he stares, still, blushes before he hides beneath his own arm as he turns to look at the ceiling. "-oh my god? nevermind, you fucking. you killed me. you can't just say shit like that." like you mean it. and billy knows that eddie means it. but then eddie has to know billy knows. billy can't think anymore. his tone isn't filled with venom like it usually is. rather it's genuine. if eddie keeps it up billy would like. choke and die.

@thraeshula

" Is my pretty baby shy ? Is that what this is ? "

a selection of lines from the 2012 film antiviral. modified slightly for rp purposes.

i'll take this one.

i understand your fascination with her.

she's perfect somehow, isn't she?

her eyes seem to reach right beneath your skin.

celebrities are not people. they're group hallucinations.

the human face is a powerful messenger.

listen to what you're saying.

you're seriously buying into all this?

i'm sure the kid can shed some light on the situation.

with a whisper, she could have anything she wanted. anyone she wanted.

i've been trying to reach you.

i think my body's starting to turn on me.

i already feel like a different person.

i don't understand how this isn't considered cannibalism.

so do we have business?

did you know health tulips have solid-colored petals?

it's a weird business.

be tactful if the subject comes up.

i've never really cared for her.

the afterlife is getting extremely perverse.

this all must feel a bit personal to you.

you were one of the last people to see her alive.

do i get to know what's killing you?

do you want me to hurt myself?

i don't even think dignity's still a valid currency.

i'll admit, i was a little insulted when i found out you weren't gonna share it with me.

your clock is counting down at a manic pace. you need a friend.

now, i would love to do this properly, if you would just stop freaking out.

i think you're a lot worse than you're letting on.

don't look so worried. you're a commodity.

i'm afraid you've become involved in something sinister.

have you started bleeding yet?

i don't mind the sight of blood.

i've mostly stopped sleeping.

this is all very unlucky for you but i'm hoping we can help each other.

a belief in god, it's always struck me as a sign of dangerous infantilism.

you play the skeptic but i don't believe it.

well, now you share your death with her, and that's a powerful bond.

i need someone non-responsive to talk to and you're cheaper than my therapist.

it doesn't look like your little vacation did you much good.

i've got more of my blood here if you want it.

whatever it is you're into, it's attracted a lot of dangerous attention.

i refuse to be pulled into a crazy mess.

i've been having some trouble at work.

if it had been up to me, we would have taken better care of you.