[ while eddie is talking out loud, it's more for his own sake than anyone else. sometimes it just helps to keep the words going, to force them out of his throat as he teeters on the edge of a panic attack or his asthma threatens to overtake him. it's been happening a lot lately, here on this false paradise of an island.
eddie's talking, pushing out utterances but he doesn't expect anything or anyone to talk back even if he's in a home that could be occupied.
he's digging through a drawer and grabs on to whatever he finds there, a fork, holds it out like a weapon as he spins around at the sound of a voice.
he sees a man standing behind him looking too put together for this. too put together when eddie had let out another 'jesus christ!' and jumped, when his hand is shaking. but the question, if meant to disarm, lands because what is his middle name? eddie says the words a lot, has been repeating them like a mantra since the upside down and throughout his life. ] Uh.
H-Harold? [ probably not but he has a vague memory of hearing that somewhere. maybe his old man in a distant memory, one where things were relatively alright and eddie hadn't been scared. that's probably not what the church would say, probably, but what does eddie know? only blasphemy, only the sort of shit that has people thinks he's dancing with the devil when he's just trying to play a game with his friends. ]
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eddie's talking, pushing out utterances but he doesn't expect anything or anyone to talk back even if he's in a home that could be occupied.
he's digging through a drawer and grabs on to whatever he finds there, a fork, holds it out like a weapon as he spins around at the sound of a voice.
he sees a man standing behind him looking too put together for this. too put together when eddie had let out another 'jesus christ!' and jumped, when his hand is shaking. but the question, if meant to disarm, lands because what is his middle name? eddie says the words a lot, has been repeating them like a mantra since the upside down and throughout his life. ] Uh.
H-Harold? [ probably not but he has a vague memory of hearing that somewhere. maybe his old man in a distant memory, one where things were relatively alright and eddie hadn't been scared. that's probably not what the church would say, probably, but what does eddie know? only blasphemy, only the sort of shit that has people thinks he's dancing with the devil when he's just trying to play a game with his friends. ]