[open & closed starters] december catch-all

[guitarpicks]

WHO: eddie munson + YOU
WHERE: all over
WHEN: december
WHAT: open & closed starters of all sorts in the comments. will be updated through the month.
WARNINGS: mentions of death/gore, self-deprecating language. will add more as they come up.

✦ let their souls rest
✦ avert your gaze, you peeping tom!

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[guitarpicks]

[ eddie's so goddamn tired and he doesn't really hear any of that movement downstairs; he feels calm, at peace for the first time and while there's an initial spike of something that nearly pulls him from sleep that fades away.

he feels safe for the first time in way too long.

and then one 'jesus christ!' and that's all over. eddie's not sure what's happening, exactly, but he's hit hard by something (is that soft and lumpy?) before he's bolting up and scrambling, somehow tangled in a comforter he'd ben perfectly still under, so he's got his back against the wall. his heart is jumping in his chest, threatening to explode or project itself up through his windpipe. ] What the fuck, Harrington!

[ he manages, heart skipping a few beats as he clutches his chest. ] Yes -- dammit -- IT'S ME!

[ he holds both of his hands up, palms facing steve because what the fuck is that a chair leg there, steve-o? ]