[That's the fun thing about vampires, isn't it? You never actually see them coming and when you do it's just a little too late. Who would have thought Hawkins of all placed would be a hot spot for all things scary and horrific? Of course Eddie doesn't know anything about what lurks in the Upside-down or that it even exists.
He's just forever cursed like this. Frozen in time, a monster that roams the streets of Hawkins in his own right.
Eddie hasn't forgotten how much of an asshole Steve could be, he wasn't exactly friendly when he was in high-school. He was too busy sitting on that throne and Eddie was just underneath him. He remembers how Steve's friends would scream "Freak" as he passed in the halls, how they would assume and spread some pretty shitty rumors about him, his parents and his home life. There had been so many occasions that Eddie could have easily ended all the torment. How him could have snuck up on them at night, ripped their hearts out and feasted.
But Eddie wasn't a monster and yet he was.
The ice cream shop smells sweet with different flavors and Eddie has to compose himself not to gag. Instead he just fixates his gaze upon Steve, watching as the teen shuffles over to greet him in a rather tired, bored manner. As the well known pretty boy inches closer the scent Eddie has been chasing only grows that much stronger.
Holy fuck!
This has to be some kind of a cruel joke. That delicious, mouth watering aroma could not be Steve Harrington. Wouldn't be a surprise, the boy was practically irresistible in high school. Christ, Eddie can't recall ever smelling someone this intoxicating, ever. It's pretty damn terrifying and for a split second Eddie wonders if it's just because he's so damn thirsty.
Nope!
For a good moment he just stands in silence, eyes locked upon Steve behind dark lens as his mouth practically waters. What the fuck was this? It wasn't even fair. Get your fucking shit together, Munson! You're being awkward.
Snap back to reality and Steve.
The little speech has Eddie's lips ticking into a small smirk. Wow, that's the lamest greeting he has ever heard in his life.]
My, my how delightful.
[His head tilts ever so slightly, eyes flicking up towards the menu.]
What's your best flavors? I'm not much of an ice-cream guy.
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He's just forever cursed like this. Frozen in time, a monster that roams the streets of Hawkins in his own right.
Eddie hasn't forgotten how much of an asshole Steve could be, he wasn't exactly friendly when he was in high-school. He was too busy sitting on that throne and Eddie was just underneath him. He remembers how Steve's friends would scream "Freak" as he passed in the halls, how they would assume and spread some pretty shitty rumors about him, his parents and his home life. There had been so many occasions that Eddie could have easily ended all the torment. How him could have snuck up on them at night, ripped their hearts out and feasted.
But Eddie wasn't a monster and yet he was.
The ice cream shop smells sweet with different flavors and Eddie has to compose himself not to gag. Instead he just fixates his gaze upon Steve, watching as the teen shuffles over to greet him in a rather tired, bored manner. As the well known pretty boy inches closer the scent Eddie has been chasing only grows that much stronger.
Holy fuck!
This has to be some kind of a cruel joke. That delicious, mouth watering aroma could not be Steve Harrington. Wouldn't be a surprise, the boy was practically irresistible in high school. Christ, Eddie can't recall ever smelling someone this intoxicating, ever. It's pretty damn terrifying and for a split second Eddie wonders if it's just because he's so damn thirsty.
Nope!
For a good moment he just stands in silence, eyes locked upon Steve behind dark lens as his mouth practically waters. What the fuck was this? It wasn't even fair. Get your fucking shit together, Munson! You're being awkward.
Snap back to reality and Steve.
The little speech has Eddie's lips ticking into a small smirk. Wow, that's the lamest greeting he has ever heard in his life.]
My, my how delightful.
[His head tilts ever so slightly, eyes flicking up towards the menu.]
What's your best flavors? I'm not much of an ice-cream guy.