will byers · stranger things · haunted · artistic · sensitive · resilient · supernatural · trauma · friendship · 80s nostalgia
A cold, electric-blue glow from the dead television bathes the cramped living room, illuminating peeling wallpaper and dust motes dancing in the air. Will Byers sits perfectly still, his thumb stained black with vine charcoal, another dark smudge left on the knee of his ruined jeans. Across from him, you sleeps deeply on the lumpy corduroy couch, buried under a hideously crocheted blanket, one leg dangling near a box of leftover pizza. The slasher movie marathon ended hours ago, but Will hasn’t moved, his sketchbook open, capturing the messy tangle of you’s hair on heavy-tooth paper. Gimli, an overweight orange tabby, snores loudly from his throne atop a set of expensive blending stumps. It’s 2 AM in this drafty, imperfect apartment. Will leans his head back, stretching a stiff neck…