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abraxaslogs2023-11-03 07:23 pm
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Lines form on my face and hands
Who: Eddie & you???
When: November
Where: Solvunn, Horizon, Nocwich
What: Catch-all!
Warnings: The Nocwich prompt has some Weed Smoking
Horizon
[ Eddieās domain is both extravagant and humble, depending on the path you take. On most days, when heās not hosting a D&D campaign, the castle is shrouded in mist and he can be found in the shabby little trailer tucked somewhere in the trees. Most days this month are no exception. If the door is ajar, youāre welcome to pop your head in, and if you follow the sound of music, and youāll find Eddie and his guitar both sitting on an unmade bed in the only bedroom in the house, scribbling something on a piece of paper and mumbling to himself over the decidedly un-Eddieish sound of Muddy Waters crackling over the record player speakers. ]
Shit, thatās no goodā¦thatās just Stevie Ray Vaughn and you, Munson, are no Stevie Ray Vaughnā¦
[ But, if youāre really lucky (or just want to see the castle lbr), on some days you may find the mist cleared and the doors of the castle propped open. If you head inside, youāll find Eddie seated at the head of a long table, yet scribbling something on a piece of paper. ]
Hey.
[ His gaze flickers up, and he points to whoeverās just entered his space. ]
What sounds like a better enemy? Gelatinous cube or brain mole? Donāt even think. Gut instinct only.
Secondary Settlement; Shrines
[ Eddie has been here for over a year and he has never willingly visited the shrines. He doesnāt know how to feel about the Solvunn gods beyond acknowledging that they probably do exist, which is an incredibly weird feeling for someone who wasnāt raised with any sort of religious background and bad experiences with people who were.
But he does as Wanda suggested. He finds a shrine tucked away in the forest, not fully abandoned but clearly visited less than some of the others if the handful of dried leaves and vines he has to clear away is any indication. He doesnāt leave an offeringānot in the tradition sense, at least, but instead, he settles down before the shrine with his guitar. ]
Alright, old gods. [ His gaze flickers upwards, and he clearly feels a little ridiculous, but heās already come all this way. ] I guess, uhā¦I guess this oneās for you.
[ And he begins to play, something a little less loud than heād normally choose, but not at all stripped of the typical Munson spirit. He plays until the last chord rings out, and hesitantly glances around. Heās not entirely sure what he expected to happen. Maybe being smote was in the cards, but nothing is a little disappointing. ]
Alright. Tough crowd.
Nocwich; Smoke circle
[ Itās always upsetting to see someone disappear. Itās also a little terrifying, because no one seems to know where the people who slip from this world go. People try to soothe themselves with the idea that theyāve been returned home, but Eddie doesnāt find a whole lot of comfort in that. As far as he knows, if he slips from Abraxas, heās nothing but dust in the wind, and the same could go for anyone else.
Klaus is the latest to disappear, and Eddie canāt help but think that Oleuni Square looks especially lonely without its eternal stoner and his supplies there on the grass. So he takes it upon himself to keep the tradition going. He and Klaus always had similar vibes, but at first glance, Eddie is just a little more intense, and maybe just a little less approachable. ]
Iām guessing youāre looking for the other guy? Yeah, well, heās gone, so Iām what youāve got. Same weed, though.
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When: November
Where: Solvunn, Horizon, Nocwich
What: Catch-all!
Warnings: The Nocwich prompt has some Weed Smoking
Horizon
[ Eddieās domain is both extravagant and humble, depending on the path you take. On most days, when heās not hosting a D&D campaign, the castle is shrouded in mist and he can be found in the shabby little trailer tucked somewhere in the trees. Most days this month are no exception. If the door is ajar, youāre welcome to pop your head in, and if you follow the sound of music, and youāll find Eddie and his guitar both sitting on an unmade bed in the only bedroom in the house, scribbling something on a piece of paper and mumbling to himself over the decidedly un-Eddieish sound of Muddy Waters crackling over the record player speakers. ]
Shit, thatās no goodā¦thatās just Stevie Ray Vaughn and you, Munson, are no Stevie Ray Vaughnā¦
[ But, if youāre really lucky (or just want to see the castle lbr), on some days you may find the mist cleared and the doors of the castle propped open. If you head inside, youāll find Eddie seated at the head of a long table, yet scribbling something on a piece of paper. ]
Hey.
[ His gaze flickers up, and he points to whoeverās just entered his space. ]
What sounds like a better enemy? Gelatinous cube or brain mole? Donāt even think. Gut instinct only.
Secondary Settlement; Shrines
[ Eddie has been here for over a year and he has never willingly visited the shrines. He doesnāt know how to feel about the Solvunn gods beyond acknowledging that they probably do exist, which is an incredibly weird feeling for someone who wasnāt raised with any sort of religious background and bad experiences with people who were.
But he does as Wanda suggested. He finds a shrine tucked away in the forest, not fully abandoned but clearly visited less than some of the others if the handful of dried leaves and vines he has to clear away is any indication. He doesnāt leave an offeringānot in the tradition sense, at least, but instead, he settles down before the shrine with his guitar. ]
Alright, old gods. [ His gaze flickers upwards, and he clearly feels a little ridiculous, but heās already come all this way. ] I guess, uhā¦I guess this oneās for you.
[ And he begins to play, something a little less loud than heād normally choose, but not at all stripped of the typical Munson spirit. He plays until the last chord rings out, and hesitantly glances around. Heās not entirely sure what he expected to happen. Maybe being smote was in the cards, but nothing is a little disappointing. ]
Alright. Tough crowd.
Nocwich; Smoke circle
[ Itās always upsetting to see someone disappear. Itās also a little terrifying, because no one seems to know where the people who slip from this world go. People try to soothe themselves with the idea that theyāve been returned home, but Eddie doesnāt find a whole lot of comfort in that. As far as he knows, if he slips from Abraxas, heās nothing but dust in the wind, and the same could go for anyone else.
Klaus is the latest to disappear, and Eddie canāt help but think that Oleuni Square looks especially lonely without its eternal stoner and his supplies there on the grass. So he takes it upon himself to keep the tradition going. He and Klaus always had similar vibes, but at first glance, Eddie is just a little more intense, and maybe just a little less approachable. ]
Iām guessing youāre looking for the other guy? Yeah, well, heās gone, so Iām what youāve got. Same weed, though.
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[ the worst part is that steve doesn't even know if physics is the right class. he just knows it has to do with science, and he's pretty sure he remembers dustin talking about a third grade science fair where he did this exact thing, but even if steve was given pretty explicit instructions and the right materials, he's still not confident he'd be able to pull it off.
and he's pretty sure eddie's in his same boat there. because yeah, eddie's smart in his own way, but he also failed school enough to keep him in school, and steve is pretty sure eddie isn't smart in the same way henderson, or sinclair, or even wheeler are. it's...well, it's nice in its own weird way, that eddie has never really made him ever feel like this stupidest person in the room, which steve has to admit he got pretty used to being for a while there.
the softness in eddie's voice, in the repeated thanks, is noted. steve knows that the present means as much to eddie as he thought it would, but instead of continuing to push it off with more it's fine or even you're welcome, steve just kind of smiles back at him, his expression just as soft as eddie's voice. it's...yeah. it's nice. it feels good. no matter what else might happen in the next few weeks or months or whatever, steve's pretty sure he's gonna be able to hold onto this feeling and be pretty okay with it.
and then they've moved on, talking about iron maiden and eddie's music, and steve just sort of laughs. eddie's love of music is one thing that steve figured out pretty early, and while steve has always thought himself a pretty okay music lover, he very soon realized he and eddie weren't even in the same group. nothing comparable, nothing even close. and a lot of the time, steve gives eddie a hard time just because it's one of the few things that makes them both feel...well, normal isn't the right word. but at home. steve realized eddie's music was never going to be his thing, not like it is for eddie, but he can entertain him every now and then. ]
Yeah yeah, alright. Let's try it. [ steve shifts, gets a little more settled up next to eddie, the universal movements associated with getting ready to listen to someone else's music. it's only when eddie pulls back that steve pauses, unsure if something is wrong, and then-]
Oh my god, you're so dramatic. [ steve huffs, exasperated, as he reached out and grabs eddie's hands - and therefore the headphones in his hands, and sets them over his own ears. he doesn't quite realize he's held onto eddie's hands, and in essence pulled him a bit closer, until they're both sorta just looking at each other.
( if steve's stomach flips briefly, he's just gonna straight up ignore it. )
it's a second, and then another, before steve breaks out into a smile, a laugh, and finally loosens his hold of eddie's hands. ]
Let see about this life changing.
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[ Itās pretty obvious he did, though. You donāt repeat senior year twice without your grades being in the gutter, and Eddieās grades were so far in the gutter, they were practically the stuff of legends.
He struggled in school. A lot. In fact, there might have been a point where he stopped trying entirely and continued attending out of sheer spiteāand love for Hellfire. It was only the looming threat of the dreaded GED exam that had him finally choose to step up his game a bit in that last year. Either way, they canāt all be brainiac computer geniuses like Henderson and Co., and Eddie doesnāt think himself an unintelligent person. He doesnāt think Steve is either, though he has witnessed first hand the way his comments tended to get brushed off back home. Eddie had thought his āVecna is a vampireā suggestion had some serious backing to it, even if no one else did.]
Alright, I failed physics a couple times, but thatās not the point.
[ He rolls his eyes, but itās all in good humor, and no, he doesnāt confirm if he can make the goat wheel battery work or not, because heāsā¦mostly sure heās joking? The idea sits in the back of his mind as a vague and distant possibility, though; something to consider if Wandaās magic somehow doesnāt do the trick. He really does love the gift that much.
But he makes his hair joke, and the outcome isā¦a little unexpected. Pulled in a little closer via the headphones, Steveās hands warm on hisāand they stay there. For one second, two secondsālong enough for Eddie to try to say something. A quip or a question, either way, he doesnāt get a chance, because the way his heart thumps in his chest is somehow louder and more uncomfortable than usual and makes it very hard to come up with witty response. Huh..
In the end, a clearing of his throat is his only real acknowledgement of the moment before carrying right along, because why should they ever deem to recognize any of these weird little moments they keep having? Itās nothing, surely. Nothing at all. So he shrugs it off, lets it go, lets his gaze drop back to the walkman and fast-forwards the tape a bit to the next song, feeling like he might cry from the whirring sound alone. It really is the little things you end up missing from home. ]
Alright, so. This is 2 Minutes to Midnight, and, uhā¦itās kind of a masterpiece.
[ And maybe itās not life-changing for the ordinary person, but it is quintessentially Eddie. Guitar-driven, dark yet oddly poignant lyrics, and loud enough that he can still tap his fingers in time to it against his knee despite being nowhere near the headphones.
Heās watching though, searching to be certain Steve doesnāt totally hate it. He thinks he wouldnāt be offended if he disliked it. After all, heās more than aware that people humor him, either because theyāre afraid heās going to get charged up about it, or just because they want to be nice. But if Steve totally, visibly hated it? Wellā¦it shouldnāt matter to him, but Eddieās love of music runs bone deep. To him, itās kind of more than sharing a favorite song with a friend. Itās like sharing a little piece of who you are. ]
What do you think? Feeling like a whole new man yet?
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well, that isn't the point. and maybe it should be a little weird that both he and eddie have almost the exact same responses to each other there, but steve doesn't know if he wants to dwell on that too much. because the truth in this little exchange is that steve gets it - eddie's infamous repeating of grades may have been one of the top points of gossip around hawkins, but that's only because he was always going to draw attention. steve didn't do much better in school, scraping by with barely enough to pass most - if not all - of his classes.
( and no, he does not want to think too hard about how he knows there were tests he failed. exams and projects he bombed. how the math, even knowing how bad at that he was, didn't add up.
the fact he graduated at all is a favor, some dark, deep part of him is absolutely sure of that. not that it really matters anymore. )
anyway, it doesn't matter. henderson and co are stupid smart and steve knows they're the type that will go off to change the world. meanwhile, he and eddie are talking about goat-powered batteries and how some part of this will make it work. later. because the batteries work right now, and steve has the headphones over his ears, and eddie-
eddie's eyes are very brown, and pretty big too. steve stares at them for a second longer than he has any reason to, and is only really pulled away from it by the sound of eddie's throat clearing. right, yes, music - eddie lets go and so does steve. even if in that following moment steve doesn't really know what to do with his hands, so they end up falling into his lap as eddie fast forwards through to the next song. and he is going to take this seriously, because he knows music - this music in particular - means a lot to eddie. so steve settles, lets out a breath and closes his eyes; lets the music begin.
luckily for steve, and unluckily for eddie, steve remains focused through...well, the whole course of the song. his head starts to bob along at some point, finding the rhythm something he could get behind. it's not his music, it's not anything he would pick out for himself, but it is pretty much exactly something he would imagine eddie listening to. eddie learning how to play. and because of that, somehow, steve feels himself getting even more into it - even as the song continues on.
and it isn't until the end, when the song comes to its abrupt finale, that he cracks open an eye to see eddie still watching him and seeming almost...nervous? ]
It sounds like you. [ he says with a small smile as he reaches up and pulls the headphones from his ears. he hands them over. ] Like- what I'd expect you to listen to. They're good. I can see why you like them.
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[ Eddie is positively beaming as he takes the headphones back. Maybe Steve is telling him what he wants to hear, but it doesnāt matter, because it but it doesnāt seem like he's faking it. Steve listened to the entire song and didnāt even use the guitar interlude as an excuse to duck out, and that means something to Eddie. It's small, but it's important and Eddie isn't going to forget it.
Heās made music, this music especially, an enormous part of his personality. Even here, far from Indiana, the remnants of its influence are apparent. He still wears his hair long, still wears rings and black, and heās paid more than one visit to Nocwich to add to his tattoo collection. The connection between him and metal is there and itās always going to be there, but most people have viewed it as a negative. And to hear it sounds like you in a positive way? Kind of nice. Really nice, actually. ]
You knowā¦
[ He tilts his head, turning that magnificent Walkman over in his hands once more, and he doesnāt know what compels him or what makes him connect this moment to another, but Eddie who seems to share so little about himself that isnāt D&D or his encyclopedic knowledge on music unless his death is involved, chooses to willingly disclose something about himself: ]
I, uhā¦I nearly had a record deal once. Or a chance at one. Senior yearāfirst senior yearāthis big shot record producer out in California liked our demo and we were supposed to audition for him. Kind of fell through. Annnd I donāt know why I just told you that.
[ Itās not that itās embarrassing, because it really isnāt. After all, he didnāt fail. He didnāt even get the chance. Itās disappointing it fell through so royally, sure, and maybe his luck would have improved if he were in California, but itās just another one of those things he holds close to his chest. It just doesnāt seem worth mentioning when it never went anywhere. But Steve is sort of in his world now. He listened to the music, got something out of it, and now he has the key. ]
Sorry, man, Motormouth Munson. Just canāt stop sometimes.
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( lord knows he's watched plenty of movies he doesn't actually care about for robin. it's not that hard to listen to a cassette. )
you know eddie starts, and steve's blinking back to the present. to the realization he'd definitely just been staring. smooth, harrington. he blinks, and listens, and eddie mentions something about a record deal and California and steve's brain stutters to a stop somewhere in the middle of it all. ]
Wait- seriously? Holy shit, Munson. [ there's not enough time for steve to realize that this is one of those rare moments where eddie is actually revealing something about himself, because he's a bit too caught up on the facts of it all. the mental image of eddie in california, a part of a famous band, escaping hawkins once and for all...
steve's thoughts stutter to a stop right about there, knowing what he knows, but he doesn't want to bring the mood down. doesn't want to bring up what they both know but don't like talking about. so instead, steve laughs, shakes his head. ] That's sick. Sucks that it didn't go through, but damn.
[ and then steve snorts, shifting away from where he'd moved to sit right up against eddie's side back to where his armor is...still strewn around the floor. he wants eddie to have time to listen to his music, after all, and he's only halfway through his cleaning routine. ]
Dude, don't apologize. You've met Robin- that's a motormouth. You're not even close.
you wanna call this wrapped/wrap it up? to make room for NEW THREADS IN A NEW YEAR...
[ Sure, maybe it didnāt work out. Hell, maybe it wouldnāt have worked out even if he had made it to California, but he can still be proud of himself for brushing hands with fame, however brief it was. Stuff like that doesnāt usually happen for anyone, let alone guys like him. ]
Pretty fun story, though, actually. Iāll have to tell you about it sometime.
[ And by that he means it wasnāt particularly fun at all, but he can look back on it without too much bitterness now. Heās always going to wonder what might have changed if he had gotten out of Hawkins, where heād be now, but it does no good to dwell on it. Thatās not really his life anymore, and to be frankly honest, thereās not much heād change about the past year in Abraxas.
Sure, the fact that there still seems to be the threat of looming war that no one wants to mention isnāt great. Oh, and Steve not being kidnapped for over a month would have been preferable, and it would be nice to know if Robin was safe after her brief appearance in the world, but itāsā¦sort of nice here. Solvunn has taken on a certain level of homeyness, though Eddieās not so sure he would feel the same if Steve werenāt here with him.
Itās odd, though, this weird turn their friendship has taken, because it is not lost on Eddie hat itās become common for Steve holds his gaze just a little longer than what seems socially appropriate, and itās not lost on Eddie that it makes his stomach flip, or that this gift is more precious to him than gold, and he really doesnāt know what to do with any of that information.
Just ignore it for now, probably, and hope whatever it is buffs itself out.]
But for nowāIāve got a date with Iron Maiden. You understand, Iām sure.
[ He beams and slips the headphones back over his ears, beaming as the song transitions into a percussion-powered instrumental. ]
Thanks again, dude.
[ And without being asked, he reaches once more for a piece of armor to clean. Steve never asked, but he never told him to stop either, and turning it into a two person job will get it done faster. For now, itās the very least he can do. ]
ties this off with a bow
[ steve makes a face that says actually, yeah, part of him does believe that eddie could make that shit up. he's a freaking crazy storyteller, he could make up anything and chances are steve would believe him.
but it's mostly a joke. partially a joke. steve believes that eddie could make that up, but he doesn't think he has. there's something a little too vulnerable, a little too real, about the way he shares it. and knowing eddie, knowing him like he does now, it's not so crazy of a story. he could absolutely see eddie as one of those people who made it, who got found and got out and did it.
except that he didn't - both of them know that - so steve lets the conversation slide away. ] I'll hold you to it. [ about hearing the story, at least. he does kind of want to know - how someone heard about a metal band from hawkins indiana - but he wonders if that's pushing too much. if they're in a place where eddie can talk about what almost happened. steve knows that they're pretty far removed from whatever that life might have been, but it can't feel great. it can't be fun.
god, he wished he know what he was doing. wished he was better at...anything. this. he also wished he knew what this was. because some part of him knows that calling it friendship isn't quite right, even if they've officially been friends for long enough now that it's something. somewhere between the year of living together, the nightmares and events that they've survived, the fact solvunn still feels weird and still feels foreign but also feels a lot like home, too.
( this feels like home. )
eddie makes some comment about having a date with iron maiden and steve just rolls his eyes, his head lolling back for the dramatics of it, even if that was kind of the whole point. ] Yeah, yeah. [ and then steve is refocusing on his armor, picking up the towel and shifting over back to where he'd been sitting earlier.
the thanks again gets steve's attention for just a moment - a glance, a smile, a nod. ] Any time. [ and then steve's back on his armor, on the routine. he catches eddie's hand out of the corner of his eye, and without thinking twice he hands over one of the smaller pieces, letting the both of them fall into relative, comfortable silence for the rest of the evening. ]