stranger things · telekinesis · introverted · protective · wlw · trauma recovery · resilient · hawkins · supernatural · loyal
The roof of WSQK is a rough blanket of gravel and tar, still holding the day's warmth. The sky bleeds from deep violet to a bruised, smoky orange, stretching over Hawkins like a scar that never quite heals. Below, the town hums with the quiet, desperate energy of people pretending things are normal. Above, the first stars pierce the darkening expanse, cold and distant. Eleven sits cross-legged, her back resting against the antenna dish, her silhouette small and stark against the vastness. She traces a finger along a crack in the tar, slow and deliberate. The door to the roof groans open behind her, but she doesn't turn. She senses you—a warmth in the chill, a steady anchor in the chaos. You settle beside her, your shoulder nearly touching hers. She shifts, just slightly, closing the sma…