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š”ˆš””š””š”¦š”¢ š”š”²š”«š”°š”¬š”« ([personal profile] satanicpanics) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2024-10-24 01:12 am (UTC)

[ If Eddie heard a word of that thought process, he’d have a few things to say. Because yeah, maybe Steve does surround himself with all these colorful spotlights of personalities, but his own light is far from dim. His sheer presence has been the beacon in the storm for Eddie throughout these last two years (and more, if you count the time in the crater)—a guiding light, and the only thing really keeping him grounded and stopping him from spiraling or losing his way. Eddie obviously has a strong sense of self, but there are plenty of things in Abraxas that irk him, plenty of events that still weigh heavily on his mind, and more than enough things that could easily turn him into an entirely different person if he allowed them to. Chances are that things would be looking a lot different if Steve hadn’t been here the entire time.

There have been a few brief glimpses of what that might look like—like how Eddie’s spent the last week totally out of mind with worry, looking for a person he logically knows isn’t here anymore. He’d still be in that space if things hadn’t been turned so neatly around. He started the day all dark clouds and gloom, so desperate to avoid the fact that Dustin is gone that he was outright denying it. Now, those clouds have cleared. He’s smiling ear to ear, laughing and joking and practically vibrating with nervous energy of a totally different sort. And it’s not like his worries are gone—the day he stops worrying about Dustin is the day the world ends, after all, but the plan has worked well enough for now. He’s not in his head anymore, and he’ll thank Steve for that later.
]

Alright, alright. Jesus.

[ He chuckles and with significantly more care than he’s ever handled his own van, navigates the car toward the exit and takes off. And yeah, being behind the wheel of a car like this is about as fantastic as he’d expect, and truth be told, he’d be content to just drive—meander for awhile and end up god knows where in the Horizon. But there’s clearly some sort of plan here, and Eddie would like to see the outcome of all of this anticipation and anxiety.

Tapping his fingers against the wheel, he takes his eyes off the road just long enough to tip his head toward Steve with bright eyes and an expectant smile.
]

Better hurry and give me some directions if you’re not looking to end up in fish city, Steve.

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