[ As the vines pull back and Henry steps through, Eddie dips into a deep bow. Maybe itās mockery, or maybe itās just Eddieās flair for the dramatics at it again. Maybe itās both. Who can know for sure at this point? ]
You know, I donāt think thatās any way to treat a guest. I just got here.
[ He grins, making it clear that he knows full and well that he hasnāt actually been invited here as a guest. In fact, heās certain heās not entirely welcome at all, but theyāve been playing this game for years and Eddie suspects that if Henry seriously wanted to hurt him, he probably would have done it by now.
Besides, these visits are multi-faceted. He can check to make sure Henry hasnāt been totally devoured by the forest, punish him gently by invading his space and irritating him for awhile, and remind himself that all those memories he has are real. Itās become a little more difficult over the years to know for sure. Steve doesnāt seem to remember much, and Eddie has long since stopped trying to remind him. After awhile, it just didnāt seem worth the trouble anymore, but the mismatch causes moments where Eddie begins to doubt his memories greatlyāuntil he visits Henry, and everything is reignited once more.
Itās become hard for him to totally separate Henry Creel from Vecna, even if he knows thatās not entirely fair. But his starkest memories are the worst ones, and they all involve Vecna: the cheerleader stuck to the ceiling, the boy in the lake, mutant bats ripping him to ribbons, bleeding out in an unfamiliar place until the world went blackāall things that made him feel terrified. Itās a feeling he hopes to never feel again, and heās done a damn good job of it so far, but even if Henry never lived that future, how is Eddie supposed to pretend that he didnāt? ]
Besides, I brought you something. You like spiders, right? Donāt answer that. Of course you do.
[ Of course you do! Eddie tosses something in his direction: a piece of polished amber on a cord, with a large spider encased within. Just like Jurassic Park. ]
Someone left me this as an offering. I donāt think you really do jewelry, but I thought you might find it interesting.
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[ As the vines pull back and Henry steps through, Eddie dips into a deep bow. Maybe itās mockery, or maybe itās just Eddieās flair for the dramatics at it again. Maybe itās both. Who can know for sure at this point? ]
You know, I donāt think thatās any way to treat a guest. I just got here.
[ He grins, making it clear that he knows full and well that he hasnāt actually been invited here as a guest. In fact, heās certain heās not entirely welcome at all, but theyāve been playing this game for years and Eddie suspects that if Henry seriously wanted to hurt him, he probably would have done it by now.
Besides, these visits are multi-faceted. He can check to make sure Henry hasnāt been totally devoured by the forest, punish him gently by invading his space and irritating him for awhile, and remind himself that all those memories he has are real. Itās become a little more difficult over the years to know for sure. Steve doesnāt seem to remember much, and Eddie has long since stopped trying to remind him. After awhile, it just didnāt seem worth the trouble anymore, but the mismatch causes moments where Eddie begins to doubt his memories greatlyāuntil he visits Henry, and everything is reignited once more.
Itās become hard for him to totally separate Henry Creel from Vecna, even if he knows thatās not entirely fair. But his starkest memories are the worst ones, and they all involve Vecna: the cheerleader stuck to the ceiling, the boy in the lake, mutant bats ripping him to ribbons, bleeding out in an unfamiliar place until the world went blackāall things that made him feel terrified. Itās a feeling he hopes to never feel again, and heās done a damn good job of it so far, but even if Henry never lived that future, how is Eddie supposed to pretend that he didnāt? ]
Besides, I brought you something. You like spiders, right? Donāt answer that. Of course you do.
[ Of course you do! Eddie tosses something in his direction: a piece of polished amber on a cord, with a large spider encased within. Just like Jurassic Park. ]
Someone left me this as an offering. I donāt think you really do jewelry, but I thought you might find it interesting.