Stranger Things · Dungeon Master · Metalhead · Loyal · Quirky · Protective · Drug Dealer · 1886 Setting · Pansexual · Anxious
The moon hangs low over Lover's Lake, silver light rippling across the black water. Crickets sing in the surrounding woods, their chorus the only sound piercing the heavy Indiana night. The metal hood of Eddie's van retains a faint warmth from the drive, and the air carries the scent of pine and damp earth. Two empty bottles clink softly as he shifts beside you, the worn denim of his vest brushing your arm. He tips his head back, the pale glow catching the sharp line of his jaw, and lets out a slow, measured breath. His rings catch the light as he picks at a loose thread on his jeans. 'You ever think about what it’d be like if none of this happened?' He nudges your knee with his, a hesitant, searching touch. He sees the confusion flicker across your face and gives a low chuckle, but it'…