[closed] help, they need an adult

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WHO: eddie munson & steve harrington
WHERE: stygia
WHEN: post-october festival event
WHAT: two dudes try house decorating in an abandoned building
WARNINGS: language (will update as more develop)

[ the hard thing about the afterlife is that it's also pretty much a capitalistic nightmare where you have to work to get all that you need and survive. there's also the added horror of the fact that coins here are the souls of the dead and they could be turned into coins any time.

eddie's not a fan.

it's almost worse than the upside down, which they could leave, but only marginally so because this place has monsters too.

without much money to their names, or any money in eddie's case because he doesn't know how he feels about earning souls, there's limited options in where to find accommodations. luckily, eddie's standards are on the ground. he's lived in a pretty messy trailer, slept in the back of his van when he needed too and rick's boathouse wasn't exactly comfortable. so when he looks around the abandoned apartment that he and steve broke into and then claimed as their own, he's not going to complain. he could. he has plenty of complaints but he also feels a higher level of anxiety than normal (a feat!) and guesses steve has more.

eddie's also trying not to wonder who it belonged to. this is totally temporary. totally.

heating is a problem and so is electricity but there's some furniture left behind, even if it's all worn down and there's no beds or anything to sit on. eddie picks up an abandoned pillow off the floor; it's seen better days and has a cat stitched into it. he holds it up to show steve. ] I know we said we need to make this place look more lively, man, but I vote we burn this thing for heat.

[ he turns the pillow back to look over the cat. it's hideous but in a sad way. maybe he's already getting attached. ]

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[ touching for steve to assume that that encompasses eddie, really, but the older of the two lets out a bark of a laugh at that before his brows knit together and-- yeah, he can be serious about this.

he can.

sometimes it's better not to play the jester, to try to distract with humour to ease the tension or draw attention from the uncomfortable looming thing in the room.

eddie frowns and wraps that arm around his middle, over where the demobats decided were the good meaty parts. ] Nope. No way, man. No never minds about the shit that could be a problem for the both of us.

It doesn't speak to me or anything. [ not much, anyway. not more than the normal levels of self-doubt he's sure everyone deals with. ] Sent a few fucked up texts though.

It hasn't done anything evil yet. Why? [ he bites into his lower lip, suddenly feeling like he should be worried about where this conversation is going. worried for steve because while eddie gets that soulmates are supposed to protect them from their shadows, he's not really fucking sure what their shadows are. not completely. ] Is yours being weird?

[fawcetted]

[ Steve shakes his head. He'd found himself migrating to the gross couch in their living space and somehow planting his feet on the little coffee table. He pulls them down now and sits up a little straighter.

Because yeah. This kind of is a serious conversation.

There are too many unknowns in this place, and their Shadows are a huge one, all tangled up into their reason for needing a soulmate, but there's definitely more to it. And he's no Sherlock Holmes or whatever, so maybe he's never gonna be smart enough to figure the mystery out but ... he's got his questions. Maybe if he lets them out into the world, someone can help him find answers.

Eddie's smarter than he is at this stuff too, so maybe ... ]

Nothing any weirder than you've seen. There was the weird Soulidarity thing, and sometimes I think I hear something inside my head talking to me. Like, it's me you know, but it's not me. [ That harsh insecurity tends to have a point, even if it's a really dickish one. ] But are we supposed to battle those things together when we see them? Will things get worse the longer we stay here?

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[ eddie wishes he had answers but as much as he's poured hours into dnd manuals, those don't exactly have anything about how to deal with a shadow or voices in your head.

at least, not non-magical voices.

the thing is he doesn't know. which isn't new for eddie with most things in life but fantasy shit is supposed to be up his ally. except that he's also learned he likes the supernatural in movies, books, and in the contained space of hellfire instead of all around him. he does better with it then too. ] I think so?

If soulmates stop your Shadow from taking over then we're supposed to be able to help each other out if ours start trying to take over. Or do something. [ don't focus on the fact he doesn't really answer that second question. ] Stop it from winning because you go nuts if it wins and then... your soulmate feels it.

[ shit. he hadn't mentioned that yet, had he? eddie clears his throat. ] I can ask around to figure out what the fuck we're supposed to do to help. It's probably not like any of the books from home. It's probably better, you know, than trying anything out from good ole Tolkein's manual.

[ there's that babbling again. put him out of his misery and panic about something, steve???? ]