[It’s been a couple of weeks since the Halloween party and there’s still one person Loki hasn’t apologized to. He doesn’t know Eddie well, really only spoke to him that one time in the pool, but the guy had charmed him with his willingness for mischief.
He’s wanted to explain himself ever since he’d come to his senses. He even would have said something at the party afterwards if he had run into him, but he has not caught sight of him at all since the second floor. Even that is a bit hazy, though it’s clear what he did to both Eddie and Lestat that night.
It’s not helping that Loki is not great at apologies. Definitely not something he’s had much practice at, though there are plenty of times he should have. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he’s worried he did some damage to the younger man and he really had been looking forward to planning some pranks with him, so Loki bites the bullet and starts up his device to send a video call. He taps his fingers nervously on his thigh as he waits to see if Eddie will answer.]
( It isn't unusual for Eddie to spend days locked up in his bedroom. However, when that does happen, it's usually because he has an idea for a song or a campaign that he needs to work on without distractions. This time, the reason is far sadder.
For as much as Eddie tries to present himself as someone unbothered by obstacles that get in his way, Halloween has shaken him to his core. It would have been one thing if only Loki had attacked him. Eddie feels as if he would have been able to bounce back much quicker, but Steve? His only tether from his own world?
He initially intends to ignore Loki's video call, but something nags at him. He can't keep pushing everyone away, especially if there is a chance they aren't entirely in control. If this place does weird shit to people, then he'll need all the friends and allies he can get.
So, after a few seconds of arguing with himself, Eddie accepts the video call. He's sitting on his bed, looking like he hasn't slept in days, when his image appears on the screen. Although Eddie doesn't try to summon a smile, he isn't scowling either. Instead, he just looks tired. )
[It takes long enough for Eddie to answer that Loki is on the verge of hanging up. He knows you can tell who is calling you on these things and Loki could hardly blame him if he didn’t want to speak with him. He would feel much the same way if their positions were reversed.
Besides, he’s trying to be better, trying to deserve the good people he’s got in his life now and he’s sure they would want him to stick this out and make sure Eddie was okay. So he decides to give it one more ring and suddenly, there is Eddie’s very tired face looking back at him. Loki tries to keep a pleasant smile on his face, but it falters quite quickly.]
Um, hello. I hope I am not disturbing you? I have been hoping to run into you around town, but I have found no trace of you. [He frowns then, deciding to be more blunt.] Are you quite alright?
( The Loki that appears on Eddie's screen is so far removed from the one that attacked him that although Eddie can still feel a creeping dread send a chill down his spine, he doesn't feel immediately compelled to shut off the screen.
It had been different with Loki, though, than it had been with Steve. Steve had attacked him out of fear while Loki...well, maybe it had been a different kind of fear? Still, he will never forget how cold Loki had appeared when he regarded Eddie as little more than a potential invader. Like he was a completely different person.
Or maybe it had just been a side of Loki he didn't know he had. )
You're, uh. You're not disturbing me, no. ( He fidgets slightly, fiddling with one of the rings around his finger while his eyes keep darting away from the screen, like he doesn't know where to look right now. ) I'm okay, just -- ( he smiles sadly as he looks in the direction of where Steve's apartment should be and sighs. ) That whole thing sucked, you know?
[Eddie might not instantly turn off the screen, but Loki can read his expression well enough (or at least he thinks he can. Of course someone he attacked wouldn't want to see him). He instantly regrets making this a video call, thinking perhaps a text message would've been a better idea.
It's a little bit of both, really. Loki was afraid, afraid he would let down his homeland, that he would lose the war he'd thought he was fighting and when Loki is scared he tends to close himself off, act tough, cold. Like nothing bothers him. In that way, it was very much a side of Loki that no one in the City knows at all.]
I am sorry. I think maybe calling was not the correct way to go. I am not used to apologizing for my actions. [Loki frowns, actually feeling bad that he has anything to do with hurting someone. He really is not used to caring about others, especially people he barely knows, but between trying to make things right with his people, dying and everything (or more like everyone) he's experienced here has him changing quite a lot.]
Yes it did, as you say, suck. I would like you to know that I was not aware of what I was doing at the time and I hope I did not hurt you very badly. Now, I must be blunt, but I do not believe you are okay.
( Eddie's eyes are drawn back to the screen when Loki admits to not being used to apologizing. It startles him that Loki would call to apologize if it's not something he usually does. Eddie's not the kind of guy people tend to worry about apologizing to.
But this city has proven itself to be filled with surprising people. Despite the shit that the city has thrown at him, Eddie has to admit that the people here blow almost all of Hawkins out of the water.
He lets a small smile slip through his doom and gloom, though it fades almost immediately when Eddie points out how not okay he is. He looks down, eyes focusing on his hands and on the ring he still plays with just to have something to focus on so that his mind doesn't keep playing the events of the haunted house in his head over and over again. )
I guess I've been better. ( He lets out a laugh devoid of any kind of humor to its tone. ) But, uh, thank you for calling. Outside of my closest friends, people generally don't give a shit about my feelings, y'know? So, uh. Yeah.
[Perhaps that is precisely why he decided to, though really it has more to do with Loki trying to be a better person than how others might react to Eddie. One thing Loki does know though is that if their roles were reversed, he would've appreciated an apology as well. So many things in his life, he thinks, would have been different if he had apologized or if others had apologized to him. Still, if he hadn't found Eddie at least a little interesting in the pool, he would not have felt as badly as he did once he'd realized what he'd done.
Once again, Loki knows he's likely said something he shouldn't have what with how quickly Eddie begins to smile and then is not smiling at all. He really is not very good at these things. He's said it before and he'll say it again, his silver tongue might have gotten him out of a lot of trouble, but it has gotten him into it just as much.]
I guess you could say I understand and I have recently discovered that apologies can go a long way, so please consider this my official apology. I would also like to compliment you on your excellent skill with a fire extinguisher. You have aim to rival my own. [This is Loki's rather off-brand way of trying to cheer Eddie up.]
( Off-brand or not, it has the intended effect. Eddie laughs. It might be one of the first times he has laughed since the ordeal went down. At least Loki has no ill will towards Eddie for defending himself. )
I wasn't even trying to aim, honestly. And...it might take me a while to really get over it, but you are forgiven. I have no idea what happened, but you weren't the only one affected.
( He swallows and finally finds the strength to look directly at the camera so that he's looking at Loki when he continues speaking. )
My friend, I don't know if you've met him, Steve Harrington? He's kind of known for his hair -- ( he pauses to try and mime the swoop of his hair. ) He attacked me, too. It would be unfair of me to immediately forgive him and not you, too, you know?
[Ill will? Not for something like that. Loki is actually really impressed with this young mortal’s ability to get out of what was actually quite a dire situation. He doesn’t know where Eddie came from, but he is truly impressive. He smiles widely in return, truly happy he made him laugh. Will wonders never cease?]
If that was you not trying, then I suspect you are a natural. I should see how else we could test your aim. It’s almost a shame the carnival is gone. The dart throwing was a great contest.
I do not expect you should get over it any time soon. These things are never easy, but I am glad you can see it in yourself to forgive me. I truly did not know what I was doing. [And if he sounds like he’s pleading just a little bit, it’s because he’s not used to people believing him with these kinds of things.
Loki nods at the mention of Steve, even laughs a bit at the mention of his hair.] Yes, I believe I have spoken to him over the network before. I am sorry you had to go through something like that with a friend. I am sure that was not easy. [He pauses then because this is really stepping out of his comfort zone, but it somehow feels like what he should do.] If you would like to talk about that, or you just need a distraction. I am available.
Merry Christmas and a happy Noel to you! I'm here to announce who you'll be a secret Santa to... Your giftee is: Kaveh!
Congratulations! Here's a few notes to help you pick or make the perfect present for them.
LIKES: art, fascinating little mechanisms, comfortable blankets, soups, fruit and cheese - anything that you're happy to gift, really :) Thank you in advance! DISLIKES: If it's food - maybe nothing too spicy! But I look forward to anything you come up with. :) HOBBIES: Creating art, building things, tinkering with machinery, reading a good book, brewing good coffee, photography, woodworking, puzzles, Tetris, I've been very into figuring out the best way to optimise a miniature battery pack. Is this too many hobbies...? Oh no.
Remember we'll be having a Christmas party on the 25th, so if you want to give it to them then or just drop it off by the tree for them to find, well, you can do just that! We'll have a lot of traditional Christmas foods, plus smores, and I'm sure it'll be a wonderful little time for us to gather, sing carols, and be merry this cold winter season!
If you've got any questions, comments, concerns, or desires for clarifications... You got one chance to ask them, because I've got a bunch of people to contact and I don't have a bunch of time to entertain conversation! :)
( okay, even if this one is a little hard to wrap, she DOES at least tie it off with an obnoxiously pink and glittery ribbon. so much so that he'll probably find glitter on this thing for days and days after even if he cleans it off and dust it off as best as he can.
'but what is this thing', one might ask. well, it is none other than a lute of course! to shred with, obviously. 'this isn't even his usual genre'. she does not care. she thinks it'd be fun..... enjoy anyways!!!! )
( when the video comes into focus, eddie is holding the lute with wide, almost manic eyes - he is clearly excited about this christmas gift. )
Okay, so Dorian let me mess around with his lute for a bit, but otherwise, I have NO clue what I'm doing here, so bear with me.
( he proceeds to produce some pretty terrible music, but hey, he looks like he's enjoying the hell out of himself. and...he'll probably get better eventually...right? ...right??? )
( dorian letting eddie play with his lute sounds about him. sweet boy..
the music makes her laugh at least, listen, what matters is that he's enjoying himself so he does get a round of applause for his efforts! she's sure he'll get the hang of it before long. if she can do it, surely the boy could rock it better than her down the line. not that he doesn't already have a preferred instrument. )
Neither did I! ( does she look like she knows what she's doing at any point. ) But you'll get the hang of it. Dorian or I could teach you too, sometime!
( eddie's eyes light up at the prospect of that, of learning from people who've actually been around lutes (and magic, and all of the things his little nerdy heart has dreamed about over the year!). )
I just might take you up on that. I did teach myself a lot on the guitar, though, so there might be some knowledge transfer there. Only one way to tell, right? Thank you, though. Seriously. This is so fucking metal.
[ Luckily, Steve knows that Eddie is bad at locking his front door. It's fine since the building they've taken over has several locked entrances along the way, but Steve still needs to talk to him about safety.
Anyways, it makes it easy to set a black, coffin-shaped instrument case on the table where Eddie either eats or... does homework? D&D stuff, when Steve looks closer, but setting something on top of it shouldn't bother the papers. He puts a folded piece of paper on top of it, "to Eddie" written on it in blue pen. ]
Sorry it's late. I've been looking for something since you told me about your birthday but I'm not creative like you and defenitely can't draw. I know you have one already but I think maybe this one is more like yours? I hope it works I didn't know how to test it.
The art book was really sweet nice of you to give me. Are you sure you don't want to keep it? There's a lot of mes in it. [ The next sentence is crossed out to shit, barely legible, but if he tries then Eddie can surely figure it out. ] Maybe I can pose for you sometime.
So merry Christmas and happy birthday even if I'm late with both. I owe you dinner if you want to come over and I'll cook for you. You bring the beers and music? And we'll make a night of it.
You know I'm not good with words but thanks for putting up with me. It's been funnice really good getting to know you better and getting closer. I'm lucky to have someone who cares about me that I can trust. I wish we'd had time like this in Hawkins.
[ When Eddie opens the case, he'll find a guitar that's similar to his Warlock back home, if not a perfect duplicate. It looks a little used but undamaged, like Steve may have found it in an apartment rather than one of the music stores in the city.
Also, Steve kind of hopes that Eddie notices he never used the word "friend" in the note... ]
( When the video comes into focus, Eddie is sat on his bed with his new guitar on his lap, one arm curled around it, almost like he's hugging it to his chest. Which, he really is. It's the single most thoughtful gift he has ever received from anyone, and coupled with the note that accompanied it, Eddie is feeling a lot right now. It shows on his face; his doe eyes are wide and glistening, and his mouth almost wobbling as he struggles to find the words he wants to say in response.
He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at the camera, his fingers absentmindedly strumming across the strings, but without an amp, they barely make a sound. )
Shit, Steve, this is... ( He looks down at the guitar and lets out a laugh. ) This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I really don't know how to thank you, feels kinda like words aren't enough. But I definitely want to take you up on dinner. I didn't want to be too presumptuous, but, uh. Maybe tonight? If you're not busy, that is.
[ It's a little awkward still to talk via video, something Steve is not entirely used to despite it being so common in the city. Still, it's nice to see Eddie and his reaction to the gift since Steve had known he already had a guitar and wasn't sure if a second one was a good enough gift. ]
I'm glad you like it. You deserve it. [ He smiles, scratching the back of his neck. ] It's not, uh, presumptuous if I invited you over. Tonight is good, you can come over whenever you want and we can start with the beers?
( Eddie nods enthusiastically, trying desperately not to immediately leap up and gather himself. That would be too obvious, just how eager he is to spend more time with Steve, especially after receiving such a gift. In the back of his mind, he's already running through a list of things he'll have to do before he swings by Steve's apartment. But first -- )
Ah yes, the beers. ( He grins and glances around his apartment. Shit, what's he going to wear? Steve has seen him in formalwear and looking especially ratty after several days on the run, but he suddenly feels like he doesn't have anything in between that's suitable for...whatever it is they're about to do. ) I'll swing by in a bit with the beers; there's a couple things I wanna take care of first, yeah?
Yeah, of course, no rush. [ It'll give Steve some time to freshen up and figure out what the fuck he's going to make for this impromptu dinner. Pasta is always a safe bet, but throwing a jar of sauce on noodles doesn't have the right amount of care he wants to put into this belated birthday-and-Christmas celebration. And then there's dessert, something that he's never been very good at. He might have to run down to the store below for some ingredients, but at least that shouldn't take too long. Will he have time to shower? Why's he even thinking about needing one? ] See you in, like, an hour? Two? You don't have to hang out the entire time I cook if you want to come closer to dinner time.
( On the one hand, Eddie is maybe a little too eager to spend time with Steve. But he also doesn't want to suffocate Steve before whatever it is that's happening has a chance to blossom properly. Moderation is key, so they say, so finding a middle ground would make the most sense. )
Two hours, ( Eddie confirms, giving a little mock salute to the camera. ) I look forward to seeing what you throw together, Stevie. ( He grins, looking a little jittery and maybe even a little bit unfocused as he begins to think about all the things he's going to need to do before he heads next door to Steve's. Suddenly, somehow, two hours doesn't even feel like enough time. )
[ Steve snorts at the salute and rolls his eyes a little. ] See you soon.
[ Two hours gives him just enough time to figure out what the hell to make for this impromptu date, take a trip for ingredients, shower, preen, and start preparing dinner. He'd grown up paying little attention to what went on in a kitchen, but as he'd gotten older and been left to make more of his own meals, he'd learned the basics. While he might not know how to cook spaghetti sauce from scratch, he's figured out the right time to cook some ground beef and which spices to add in order to elevate it a bit. A side salad was easy enough—chopping lettuce and vegetables wasn't hard—and he'd found an easy recipe for garlic bread somewhere along the way.
Once everything's been unpackaged and chopped and wrapped, ready to cook, he takes a minute to tidy up the living room of his apartment. He hesitates to put on music since there's not a lot of overlap in their preferences, settles for a record he'd found in the bookstore that sounded similar enough to Queen, and then sort of paces while waiting for Eddie to knock on the door. ]
( While Steve takes care of preparing dinner, Eddie signs off the video call to get ready himself. It's been too fucking long since the last time he has had to even think of getting ready for a date. That's what this is, right, a date? He doesn't want to read into it too much, but after the promenade, after their gifts to each other, this seems pretty damn datelike.
This is why Eddie spends a ridiculous amount of time fussing over which outfit he will wear, showering, and putting more effort into ensuring his hair looks more put together than its usual frizzy mess. Two hours pass, and it feels like it's still somehow not enough time, but Eddie knows fully well if he doesn't head over now, he's just going to overthink himself and get into a spiral. He's not about to stand Steve up, hell fucking no.
So, he grabs the beers as promised and wanders the short distance to Steve's. He looks nervous as he knocks on the door and immediately starts fussing over his hair as if any last-minute adjustments will make a difference. )
Stevieeeee, ( he croons, grinning at the sound of music that he can just barely make out from the other side of Steve's door. )
[ Just outside the residence is a pastry box with the bakery name stamped on it which holds several lavender and earl-grey flavored macarons, and a small hand-written voucher for 'One free card reading at your discretion.' A note is attached: ]
Dear Eddie Munson,
How are you faring? Please accept my warm regards, as you are not alone with your pain while in this city. I hope for you to have a lovely Christmas season.
[ It’s not exactly the most sociable or appropriate time to knock on somebodies door but Will has been awake and pacing, looking at the network and feeling an existential kind of dread, which would be fine if he hadn’t filled his current sketchbook and used his supply of canvases.
He did go and check the store downstairs but the stock hasn’t refilled and unless he wants to go out at almost midnight he’s just going to have to deal with not having anything to do for the night. They did however have a large pack of permanent markers and due to all the talk of what the city can and can’t fix he’s armed with those and a really bad idea.
So when Eddie answers he holds up the pens and grins at him. ]
I’ve run out of canvas, wanna draw on the walls with me?
( It's a minor miracle that Eddie hasn't gone stir crazy by now. Were he back in Hawkins, Eddie would have any number of things to keep him preoccupied. He wouldn't have time to feel sorry for himself between his band and Hellfire Club.
Alas, he even considers school something he would have welcomed if it meant not being constantly reminded of the people he left behind. Though, at least he no longer feels utterly alone in this city. On top of the people he's met since that fateful day that the train shuttled him here, those he knows from Hawkins are a connection Eddie knows he shouldn't take for granted.
Naturally, when Will shows up at his doorstep bearing gifts of markers, Eddie can't help the almost manic grin that he answers with. )
I thought you'd never ask. ( He's probably gone through a ridiculous amount of sketchbooks by now. It's about time to graduate from paper. Besides, he's overdue a rebellious phase by now. ) Where to first? Lead the way, good sir.
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He’s wanted to explain himself ever since he’d come to his senses. He even would have said something at the party afterwards if he had run into him, but he has not caught sight of him at all since the second floor. Even that is a bit hazy, though it’s clear what he did to both Eddie and Lestat that night.
It’s not helping that Loki is not great at apologies. Definitely not something he’s had much practice at, though there are plenty of times he should have. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he’s worried he did some damage to the younger man and he really had been looking forward to planning some pranks with him, so Loki bites the bullet and starts up his device to send a video call. He taps his fingers nervously on his thigh as he waits to see if Eddie will answer.]
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For as much as Eddie tries to present himself as someone unbothered by obstacles that get in his way, Halloween has shaken him to his core. It would have been one thing if only Loki had attacked him. Eddie feels as if he would have been able to bounce back much quicker, but Steve? His only tether from his own world?
He initially intends to ignore Loki's video call, but something nags at him. He can't keep pushing everyone away, especially if there is a chance they aren't entirely in control. If this place does weird shit to people, then he'll need all the friends and allies he can get.
So, after a few seconds of arguing with himself, Eddie accepts the video call. He's sitting on his bed, looking like he hasn't slept in days, when his image appears on the screen. Although Eddie doesn't try to summon a smile, he isn't scowling either. Instead, he just looks tired. )
Uh, hey, man. What's up?
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Besides, he’s trying to be better, trying to deserve the good people he’s got in his life now and he’s sure they would want him to stick this out and make sure Eddie was okay. So he decides to give it one more ring and suddenly, there is Eddie’s very tired face looking back at him. Loki tries to keep a pleasant smile on his face, but it falters quite quickly.]
Um, hello. I hope I am not disturbing you? I have been hoping to run into you around town, but I have found no trace of you. [He frowns then, deciding to be more blunt.] Are you quite alright?
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It had been different with Loki, though, than it had been with Steve. Steve had attacked him out of fear while Loki...well, maybe it had been a different kind of fear? Still, he will never forget how cold Loki had appeared when he regarded Eddie as little more than a potential invader. Like he was a completely different person.
Or maybe it had just been a side of Loki he didn't know he had. )
You're, uh. You're not disturbing me, no. ( He fidgets slightly, fiddling with one of the rings around his finger while his eyes keep darting away from the screen, like he doesn't know where to look right now. ) I'm okay, just -- ( he smiles sadly as he looks in the direction of where Steve's apartment should be and sighs. ) That whole thing sucked, you know?
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It's a little bit of both, really. Loki was afraid, afraid he would let down his homeland, that he would lose the war he'd thought he was fighting and when Loki is scared he tends to close himself off, act tough, cold. Like nothing bothers him. In that way, it was very much a side of Loki that no one in the City knows at all.]
I am sorry. I think maybe calling was not the correct way to go. I am not used to apologizing for my actions. [Loki frowns, actually feeling bad that he has anything to do with hurting someone. He really is not used to caring about others, especially people he barely knows, but between trying to make things right with his people, dying and everything (or more like everyone) he's experienced here has him changing quite a lot.]
Yes it did, as you say, suck. I would like you to know that I was not aware of what I was doing at the time and I hope I did not hurt you very badly. Now, I must be blunt, but I do not believe you are okay.
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But this city has proven itself to be filled with surprising people. Despite the shit that the city has thrown at him, Eddie has to admit that the people here blow almost all of Hawkins out of the water.
He lets a small smile slip through his doom and gloom, though it fades almost immediately when Eddie points out how not okay he is. He looks down, eyes focusing on his hands and on the ring he still plays with just to have something to focus on so that his mind doesn't keep playing the events of the haunted house in his head over and over again. )
I guess I've been better. ( He lets out a laugh devoid of any kind of humor to its tone. ) But, uh, thank you for calling. Outside of my closest friends, people generally don't give a shit about my feelings, y'know? So, uh. Yeah.
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Once again, Loki knows he's likely said something he shouldn't have what with how quickly Eddie begins to smile and then is not smiling at all. He really is not very good at these things. He's said it before and he'll say it again, his silver tongue might have gotten him out of a lot of trouble, but it has gotten him into it just as much.]
I guess you could say I understand and I have recently discovered that apologies can go a long way, so please consider this my official apology. I would also like to compliment you on your excellent skill with a fire extinguisher. You have aim to rival my own. [This is Loki's rather off-brand way of trying to cheer Eddie up.]
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I wasn't even trying to aim, honestly. And...it might take me a while to really get over it, but you are forgiven. I have no idea what happened, but you weren't the only one affected.
( He swallows and finally finds the strength to look directly at the camera so that he's looking at Loki when he continues speaking. )
My friend, I don't know if you've met him, Steve Harrington? He's kind of known for his hair -- ( he pauses to try and mime the swoop of his hair. ) He attacked me, too. It would be unfair of me to immediately forgive him and not you, too, you know?
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If that was you not trying, then I suspect you are a natural. I should see how else we could test your aim. It’s almost a shame the carnival is gone. The dart throwing was a great contest.
I do not expect you should get over it any time soon. These things are never easy, but I am glad you can see it in yourself to forgive me. I truly did not know what I was doing. [And if he sounds like he’s pleading just a little bit, it’s because he’s not used to people believing him with these kinds of things.
Loki nods at the mention of Steve, even laughs a bit at the mention of his hair.] Yes, I believe I have spoken to him over the network before. I am sorry you had to go through something like that with a friend. I am sure that was not easy. [He pauses then because this is really stepping out of his comfort zone, but it somehow feels like what he should do.] If you would like to talk about that, or you just need a distraction. I am available.
[Thor would be so proud. Ugh.]
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Congratulations! Here's a few notes to help you pick or make the perfect present for them.
LIKES: art, fascinating little mechanisms, comfortable blankets, soups, fruit and cheese - anything that you're happy to gift, really :) Thank you in advance!
DISLIKES: If it's food - maybe nothing too spicy! But I look forward to anything you come up with. :)
HOBBIES: Creating art, building things, tinkering with machinery, reading a good book, brewing good coffee, photography, woodworking, puzzles, Tetris, I've been very into figuring out the best way to optimise a miniature battery pack. Is this too many hobbies...? Oh no.
Remember we'll be having a Christmas party on the 25th, so if you want to give it to them then or just drop it off by the tree for them to find, well, you can do just that! We'll have a lot of traditional Christmas foods, plus smores, and I'm sure it'll be a wonderful little time for us to gather, sing carols, and be merry this cold winter season!
If you've got any questions, comments, concerns, or desires for clarifications... You got one chance to ask them, because I've got a bunch of people to contact and I don't have a bunch of time to entertain conversation! :)
12/25, a package!
'but what is this thing', one might ask. well, it is none other than a lute of course! to shred with, obviously. 'this isn't even his usual genre'. she does not care. she thinks it'd be fun..... enjoy anyways!!!! )
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Okay, so Dorian let me mess around with his lute for a bit, but otherwise, I have NO clue what I'm doing here, so bear with me.
( he proceeds to produce some pretty terrible music, but hey, he looks like he's enjoying the hell out of himself. and...he'll probably get better eventually...right? ...right??? )
video, @fearnie
the music makes her laugh at least, listen, what matters is that he's enjoying himself so he does get a round of applause for his efforts! she's sure he'll get the hang of it before long. if she can do it, surely the boy could rock it better than her down the line. not that he doesn't already have a preferred instrument. )
Neither did I! ( does she look like she knows what she's doing at any point. ) But you'll get the hang of it. Dorian or I could teach you too, sometime!
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I just might take you up on that. I did teach myself a lot on the guitar, though, so there might be some knowledge transfer there. Only one way to tell, right? Thank you, though. Seriously. This is so fucking metal.
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Anyways, it makes it easy to set a black, coffin-shaped instrument case on the table where Eddie either eats or... does homework? D&D stuff, when Steve looks closer, but setting something on top of it shouldn't bother the papers. He puts a folded piece of paper on top of it, "to Eddie" written on it in blue pen. ]
Sorry it's late. I've been looking for something since you told me about your birthday but I'm not creative like you and defenitely can't draw. I know you have one already but
I thinkmaybe this one is more like yours? I hope it works I didn't know how to test it.The art book was really
sweetnice of you to give me. Are you sure you don't want to keep it? There's a lot of mes in it. [ The next sentence is crossed out to shit, barely legible, but if he tries then Eddie can surely figure it out. ]Maybe I can pose for you sometime.So merry Christmas and happy birthday even if I'm late with both. I owe you dinner if you want to come over and I'll cook for you. You bring the beers and music? And we'll make a night of it.
You know I'm not good with words but thanks for putting up with me. It's been
funnicereally good getting to know you better and getting closer. I'm lucky to have someone who cares about me that I can trust. I wish we'd had time like this in Hawkins.[ When Eddie opens the case, he'll find a guitar that's similar to his Warlock back home, if not a perfect duplicate. It looks a little used but undamaged, like Steve may have found it in an apartment rather than one of the music stores in the city.
Also, Steve kind of hopes that Eddie notices he never used the word "friend" in the note... ]
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He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at the camera, his fingers absentmindedly strumming across the strings, but without an amp, they barely make a sound. )
Shit, Steve, this is... ( He looks down at the guitar and lets out a laugh. ) This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I really don't know how to thank you, feels kinda like words aren't enough. But I definitely want to take you up on dinner. I didn't want to be too presumptuous, but, uh. Maybe tonight? If you're not busy, that is.
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I'm glad you like it. You deserve it. [ He smiles, scratching the back of his neck. ] It's not, uh, presumptuous if I invited you over. Tonight is good, you can come over whenever you want and we can start with the beers?
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Ah yes, the beers. ( He grins and glances around his apartment. Shit, what's he going to wear? Steve has seen him in formalwear and looking especially ratty after several days on the run, but he suddenly feels like he doesn't have anything in between that's suitable for...whatever it is they're about to do. ) I'll swing by in a bit with the beers; there's a couple things I wanna take care of first, yeah?
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Two hours, ( Eddie confirms, giving a little mock salute to the camera. ) I look forward to seeing what you throw together, Stevie. ( He grins, looking a little jittery and maybe even a little bit unfocused as he begins to think about all the things he's going to need to do before he heads next door to Steve's. Suddenly, somehow, two hours doesn't even feel like enough time. )
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[ Two hours gives him just enough time to figure out what the hell to make for this impromptu date, take a trip for ingredients, shower, preen, and start preparing dinner. He'd grown up paying little attention to what went on in a kitchen, but as he'd gotten older and been left to make more of his own meals, he'd learned the basics. While he might not know how to cook spaghetti sauce from scratch, he's figured out the right time to cook some ground beef and which spices to add in order to elevate it a bit. A side salad was easy enough—chopping lettuce and vegetables wasn't hard—and he'd found an easy recipe for garlic bread somewhere along the way.
Once everything's been unpackaged and chopped and wrapped, ready to cook, he takes a minute to tidy up the living room of his apartment. He hesitates to put on music since there's not a lot of overlap in their preferences, settles for a record he'd found in the bookstore that sounded similar enough to Queen, and then sort of paces while waiting for Eddie to knock on the door. ]
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This is why Eddie spends a ridiculous amount of time fussing over which outfit he will wear, showering, and putting more effort into ensuring his hair looks more put together than its usual frizzy mess. Two hours pass, and it feels like it's still somehow not enough time, but Eddie knows fully well if he doesn't head over now, he's just going to overthink himself and get into a spiral. He's not about to stand Steve up, hell fucking no.
So, he grabs the beers as promised and wanders the short distance to Steve's. He looks nervous as he knocks on the door and immediately starts fussing over his hair as if any last-minute adjustments will make a difference. )
Stevieeeee, ( he croons, grinning at the sound of music that he can just barely make out from the other side of Steve's door. )
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{ christmas morning/noon-ish
time to draw on the walls
He did go and check the store downstairs but the stock hasn’t refilled and unless he wants to go out at almost midnight he’s just going to have to deal with not having anything to do for the night. They did however have a large pack of permanent markers and due to all the talk of what the city can and can’t fix he’s armed with those and a really bad idea.
So when Eddie answers he holds up the pens and grins at him. ]
I’ve run out of canvas, wanna draw on the walls with me?
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Alas, he even considers school something he would have welcomed if it meant not being constantly reminded of the people he left behind. Though, at least he no longer feels utterly alone in this city. On top of the people he's met since that fateful day that the train shuttled him here, those he knows from Hawkins are a connection Eddie knows he shouldn't take for granted.
Naturally, when Will shows up at his doorstep bearing gifts of markers, Eddie can't help the almost manic grin that he answers with. )
I thought you'd never ask. ( He's probably gone through a ridiculous amount of sketchbooks by now. It's about time to graduate from paper. Besides, he's overdue a rebellious phase by now. ) Where to first? Lead the way, good sir.