eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[heatmetal]

[ reaching down to grip his hand. ]

Still in the old place last I heard... It's on the market.

[camarod]

Son of a bitch.

[He needs to - needs to think. Needs to get Eddie's leg fixed. Needs to tear through Neil Hargroves throat. Billy's not stupid, he just can't think while Eddie's blood is rushing through his ears.

(There's a fix so fucking simple, though. A loose thread that he can cannot, if he could just think.)

He squeezes Eddie's hand in kind. ]

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[ Eddie rubs a thumb across his knuckles, slow and sweet, licks his lips and careful considers their options. ]

You know...

[ a grounding squeeze. ]

It wouldn't be hard... To set him up. Take the fall for me. Give you an excuse to be alive again.

[camarod]

[He makes a startled sound. ]

Yeah? [yeah, he wishes. Wishes.]

[heatmetal]

Your old man isn't well liked around town. People... Know his type.

[ his stomach turns a little. Violent. Unpredictable. Bigoted. ]

He sets the mallfire. You don't die in it. He keeps you locked up, let's everyone think you're dead...

Maybe he thought I got wise, yeah? Or heads some rumor we were fucking - I'm the town queer, people know. So he shows up at the trailer. Takes - takes Chrissy Cunningham out - I bolt. He pursues. Takes out Patrick while they're tracking me for... For real shit reasons. And Jason sees too much so he goes too.

He gets caught. Or killed. And someone comes down because we're in the basement.

[camarod]

[His breath hitches on the next exhale. It's - tempting. Near seductive. Near perfect, really. He wets his lips. ]

We'd just need some of Jason's blood. [Which they have, however much of it is being used by Eddie right now. ] I could call 911. Tell 'em I hit daddy over the head trying to escape.

[Phew. Okay. ]

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie nods slowly. ]

Dead men tell no tales... And he... He fucked himself, man, rep is everything in this town. You're a golden boy coming out in the middle of a tragedy, the people will eat it up.

[camarod]

I'd get everything.

[The house. The money. He swallows, and then swoops down, kisses Eddie desperately. Grateful; terrified. ] I'm - [He can face his dad. He can. He will. ] Yeah. Yeah ok.

[heatmetal]

[ eddie scatters soft kisses across his cheeks, stroking thumbs along those lovely cheekbones. ]

He can't hurt you anymore, big boy. You've got superpowers.

[camarod]

I've got teeth.

[There's hysteria bubbling again; a laugh, pressing his forehead to Eddie Munson. It's been less than a day, and he thinks yeah. Ride or die. ]

We gotta be smart about this.

[heatmetal]

Yeah... Yeah.

[ Can't tell the kids. Can only explain after. He slides his arms around Billy's neck.

His mind is whirring. Pulling up what he remembers from his messy messy childhood. ]

I know a place we can crash while we get things together... We probably gotta bleed me a little. Make all this look fresh...

[camarod]

Yeah. We're gonna need - a fridge. Somewhere real cold.

[He swallows; a little light headed. ] But yeah - okay.

[heatmetal]

[ it's not reefer Rick's. That's out of bounds. But there's another buddy's place they can crash. Eddie kisses him once more and then gestures at him to stand. ]

We gotta go out my window... And we're gonna need to cover our faces. Borrow a car. This place is a little out of the way.

[camarod]

You said Susans next door?

[This is workable. He stands, rubs his hands down his jeans. ] She's got all these scarves and shit. Car might take a minute.

[heatmetal]

So long as nobodys there to see you...

[ bracing himself to try to stand. Hurts like a bitch but he's upright. ]

There's a guy a ways down from the park. Never home. Cars are usually unlocked.

[camarod]

I'll be careful. If she's there, then, what. The guy who's never home probably has something.

[Eddie you have bandana on your head. ]

[heatmetal]

[ ITS COVERED IN BLOOD. ]

Then we grab my uncle's hats and use some of my shirts as a mask.. Actually. Might be the better idea. Less risk

[camarod]

Great. Problem solved. [he is not happy about the hat but look, he’s grabbing one from Wayne’s collection, using a spare scrap of shirt to tie round his mouth. ]

Practice walking, okay? I know it hurts, killer. Push through for now.

[heatmetal]

I'll be fine.

[ hurt is putting it mildly. His leg does not want to move right. The remedy for it is eventually found - a larping staff from long, long ago tucked in a coat closet. It lets him keep the weight of the ruined leg, bracing himself as he goes.

He's white-faced and sweaty when he gets to the row if hats, pulling his hair into a bun and perching it stop his head. They're Wayne's least worn, least extravagant ones.

Eddie licks his lips. Decides fairly quick that moving like this won't work, and hobbles to his room for his stash. Hunting until he finds the bottle he'd nearly forgotten about - not shit he likes selling. ]

Gonna be popping these like tictacs for a bit... Fuck, Hawkins PD seriously missed all the premium shit in here.

[camarod]

[He’s watching, again. Still hysterical under his skin. Still agitated. He lets Eddie do it all: gives him room to adjust, to fail, and when he’s got his good stuff, Billy relaxes. ]

Don’t take ‘em all. I’ll be back in ten.

[Five to find keys. Five to hotwire if he can’t. Either way he has a car, ready to go.]

[heatmetal]

I know how to pace myself, big boy.

[ he gives him time. Hops out the back window - fabric between his teeth to muffle any noise - and meets him closer to the entrance of the park to draw less eyes. ]

[camarod]

[He can’t really drive like himself, is the thing. So when Eddie’s in, directions spelled out, Billy keeps his gaze moving between the speed dial and the road just dying to floor it.

He misses his baby so much. ]

[heatmetal]

[ the place they're going to is far less nice than Rick's.

It's got water, a fridge, food and electricity but not a whole hell of a lot else. Once they're out, Eddie is yanking a tarp out of the shed to throw overtop if it. ]

Okay. [ he sounds tired, nodding to the doors. ] keys under the mat.

[camarod]

[It’s a real shithole, but to be fair. they also look like shit. Billy won’t complain, not even when they’re inside away from prying eyes.

He’s mostly slow - letting Eddie grab his arm or back if he has to. ] Who’s place is this?

[heatmetal]

Buddy if mine in Indy. He only comes up in the winter... Uses it as a retreat to write songs.


[ he's holding tight. Once they're inside, he's collapsing into the queen sized bed that takes up most of the space. ]