eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[camarod]

They didn’t give me the good shit, I had a little taste of Eddie’s -

[ha - ]

Sorry, man. It’s good shit - E, what is that smell. Like fucking cake, right? Harrington, c’mere.

[retromix]

Oookay, you have definitely been at something.

[ Eddie's? What? He does move closer, albeit just to try and hesitantly steady Billy by the arm if he needs it. ]

Maybe you should sit down, buddy.

[heatmetal]

Powdered sugar, 'cause he's so sweet.

[ Fuck, he smells so good. Eddie can't stop the low growl that rumbles in his throat. ]

[camarod]

You think he’s sweet? Always thought he was a little sour.

[lemon meringue, maybe. billy’s grin has taken on a feral quality, and steve’s hand is hotter than eddie’s and he smells so good. he gets in to his space, figures this is weird, sure, but he can hear the blood rushing, can smell the sugar-sweetness coming out of evert pore.

eddie rumbles and billy feels heady, feels reckless. ] Hey, Harrington. If we tell you a secret, can we have a taste?

[retromix]

[ Something's wrong. Eddie's making a growling noise and Hargrove is back up in his grill like it's senior year all over again, the vibes in the room thickening uncomfortably with confusion and alarm. Not only that but his nonsensical threats aren't making any sense.

Steve quickly walks away to the other side of the room where there's a lamp and he wrenches it free of the wall, fingers curling around its metal stand. Looks don't matter; if you feel like you need a weapon, you likely do.

Something went wrong when they came back.

It's in the lies of their story, he can feel it. ]

What exactly is the goddamn hell up with you two?

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie flinches at the sudden appearance of the weapon, flattening himself to the bed.

If it weren't Steve, he's fairly certain the response wouldn't be flight. ]

S'the morphine.

[camarod]

[He feels like he’s swaying on the spot in the absence of Steve’s proximity. Like when you swallow too much air and it goes straight to your head, dizzying and then clarifying.

Billy’s all fight. This isn’t unexpected. What is is that he doesn’t act in fists and taunts: he reacts in watching Eddie flatten himself like scared animal, in watching the lamp be wrenched free and finally, in the way he glances to the closed door with his teeth bared.]

Put the fucking lamp down, before you hurt yourself, [he says, hackles up.

Steve’s adrenaline spike smells even better, though. Makes him want to corner him in, get his heart racing any way he can. That’s dizzying too.]

[retromix]

Morphine doesn't make people make those sounds, and back off, Hargrove. What the hell's up with your teeth?

[ Those bared things are fangs, Steve's fairly certain. His pulse pounds, still gripping the lamp.

[heatmetal]

Billy, fucking - don't.

[ he's forcing himself upright, grabbing for billy again. realizing that this isn't going to go well - that steve is absolutely stupid enough to escalate the situation and billy is volatile enough to meet it. ]

We're -- we're not going to hurt you, Harrington.

[camarod]

Tell him to put the fucking lamp down then, E.

[He doesn't say speak for yourself, because well. He doesn't want to hurt Steve Harrington so much as he wants to sink his teeth into that pretty neck, just for a while -]

[retromix]

Why are his teeth like that?

[ Steve skids a look at the door, debating how likely it would be that he could escape if needs be. ]

[heatmetal]

Because that place changed us.

[ he's holding tight to billy's wrist. ]

And if it didn't, we'd be dead. Chill the fuck out.

[camarod]

[It takes a moment for him to lower his hackles, unbare his teeth. He takes a step back into Eddie's touch, lifts the other hand in surrender, but his eyes stay alert, glancing between the lamp and Steve.

He doesn't really think about how easy it is to just sort of submit to Eddie Munson. If he does he might act out just on principle. ] Please put that fucking lamp down, Steve.

[retromix]

Jesus Christ, guys!

[ Warily, he sets the lamp down. Stays on the other side of the room where it's still within arm's reach, eyes wide as they rake over the pair of them. He lowers his voice to a hiss. ]

I know that something happened, I'm not an idiot. How are you different? Are you some fucked up version of cursed?

[heatmetal]

[ gives billy's wrist a little squeeze, trying to calm himself before a nurse busts in here at the sharp uptick in his heartrate after that little lamp stunt. ]

Probably, yeah... we're still us, but the Upside Down made some improvements.

[camarod]

We heal real fast. Usually. [he spares a glance at Eddie, turns his wrist in his palm to wrench it free, to loop a pinky instead. ] Speed. Strength. All the shit we'd need to survive.

[he's still looking at Eddie. a quiet we kind of have to tell him now goes unspoken. ] There's a price. You don't survive that and don't pay a price.

[retromix]

What's the price?

[ Straight to the point, on alert. ]

[heatmetal]

... Blood.

[ he lets billy free, keeping their fingers tied together. his voice is low and hushed, because he knows all too well what will happen if the wrong ears are listening. ]

We need to drink blood.

[camarod]

We're not gonna hurt you, Harrington.

[He's being exceptionally good, actually. ] Unless you ask.

[retromix]

[ The narrow, sceptical look of Thanks but no he levels at Billy softens into concern as he looks Eddie over. ]

You're ... you're really vampires? So you have to eat people?

[ He's gonna need more than a lamp at this rate. ]

[heatmetal]

Dunno.

[ he licks his lips. ]

... Hargrove's been doing this longer than me. But... we don't... have to kill, if we feed.

[camarod]

We're us. Still the same two assholes, more or less.

[honestly he could go another hit of o neg morphine to make this less awkward. ]

Doesn't even have to hurt, if we feed. But - but we have to feed. Eddie - Eddie especially.

[retromix]

[ He's about to point out how badly they're selling being vampires when he's swiftly distracted by Eddie's state. Lost his leg, mostly, and almost got chewed to ribbons right through his ribs. Billy's looking way better than Eddie, that's true enough.

Covering his mouth as he thinks, he shifts from foot to foot, hand on a hip. ]

Does it have to be human blood?

[heatmetal]

Dunno.

[ billyd know best. ]

We didn't really get a tutorial.

[camarod]

Human is best. Works fast - keeps us ticking. But it's - you crave it, after you get a taste.

[he needs to sit, again. ] I drunk monster blood for a year and it kept me going. Tasted foul, probably fucked up whatever bit of human I had left in me, but it kept me going. Then I got a taste of Eddie and - [he exhales, runs his tongue over his teeth. ] You ever been so thirsty and then you get a sip of water? It was a goddamn religious experience.