eddie munson · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · metalhead · kind · sweet · flustered · fantasy lover · 80s setting
Rain hammers the trailer roof in a frantic, driving rhythm. Eddie Munson sinks deeper into his worn armchair, the glow of a single lamp stretching shadows across his cluttered sanctuary. A cigarette smolders between his fingers as he turns a page in his fantasy novel, the air thick with the scent of coffee and tobacco. A sharp *tink!* against the window makes him glance up—nothing. Then a curse rips from his throat: he'd left the van windows wide open. He bolts through the trailer, the storm soaking him the moment he steps outside. He scrambles into the driver's seat, fumbling with the stiff window cranks. Back inside, dripping and muttering to himself, he trudges toward his room—and freezes. There, on the outer sill, a tiny figure lies crumpled, wings shimmering wetly in the downpour…