[ steve is starting to wonder if he even likes this horizon place. the promise of creation and finding somewhere that almost felt like home had been appealing at first, but it feels like all this place has done is warp and change what he's intended. the creatures and the upside down, the russian base and his torture room, and now this... now, granted, on a scale of things this isn't nearly as bad as the others, but it's starting to pile up. to feel like something is inside his head and won't let go.
and it isn't as though his memories of this place are clear, but rather the feeling of it. the dust, the weird pressure the wood and insulation created, the way it was just as lonely and empty as the rest of the house, but this could at least be his to control.
steve blinks when geralt asks, pulling back to the moment, and nods. ] Yeah, uh- this is my attic from back home, but it feels weird. Or- not weird, but different. [ and, as if abandoning everything he'd just said about finding some kind of door or window, steve starts searching through the stacks of boxes, looking for something that he doesn't even know if he wants to find.
he pulls aside a stack of boxes and finds it not a few minutes later, and he comes to a slow stop. behind the box isn't anything particularly interesting, but at the same time, steve had almost forgotten about this - the little stack of comics and magazines, the small camping lantern, a pillow he'd stolen from one of the couches down in the sitting room that his mom talked about missing for years but could never find.
set atop some of the dusty pages is a flyer, photocopied and mass printed to be passed out around hawkins middle school. steve, confused, picks it up and reads the text, feeling a little like the air is punched out of him when he does. HAWKINS MIDDLE SCHOOL PRESENTS: THE ANNUAL FATHER-SON BREAKFAST BASH! ]
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and it isn't as though his memories of this place are clear, but rather the feeling of it. the dust, the weird pressure the wood and insulation created, the way it was just as lonely and empty as the rest of the house, but this could at least be his to control.
steve blinks when geralt asks, pulling back to the moment, and nods. ] Yeah, uh- this is my attic from back home, but it feels weird. Or- not weird, but different. [ and, as if abandoning everything he'd just said about finding some kind of door or window, steve starts searching through the stacks of boxes, looking for something that he doesn't even know if he wants to find.
he pulls aside a stack of boxes and finds it not a few minutes later, and he comes to a slow stop. behind the box isn't anything particularly interesting, but at the same time, steve had almost forgotten about this - the little stack of comics and magazines, the small camping lantern, a pillow he'd stolen from one of the couches down in the sitting room that his mom talked about missing for years but could never find.
set atop some of the dusty pages is a flyer, photocopied and mass printed to be passed out around hawkins middle school. steve, confused, picks it up and reads the text, feeling a little like the air is punched out of him when he does. HAWKINS MIDDLE SCHOOL PRESENTS: THE ANNUAL FATHER-SON BREAKFAST BASH! ]