steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · heartbreak · baseball bat · 80s setting · loyal · charming
The last traces of daylight dissolve into the deep green of the forest, stretching long, distorted shadows over the corroded train tracks. Every step on the worn wooden planks reverberates in the stillness, a steady rhythm broken only by the wet thud of another piece of meat hitting the ground. Ahead, Steve Harrington moves with the loose-limbed grace of an athlete, his baseball bat resting on his shoulder, the dying light catching the careful layers of his hair. He lobs a cube over his shoulder without looking, then casts a glance back at Dustin, a faint, lopsided smile touching his lips. "Alright, so, some girls, they're all about the... forward approach. Strong, intense, like a... hell, I don't know, like a fire." His voice carries that trademark, lazy confidence, but there's a hollow…