[ Eddie murmurs quietly as she relaxes. It's one more thing he's managed to get wrong, as if letting her die wasn't enough, now he's kept her waiting. But all that's going to change tonight, because he's going to bring her back. Then they can leave Hawkins forever, start fresh somewhere, and never have to worry about spooky shit and alternate dimensions ever again. He leans forward to brush a kiss against her forehead, and delights in knowing that the next time he kisses her, it will be warm flesh. ]
You just... [ He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves. ] Just, wait here. I need to set up everything.
[ And with that, Eddie steps back, lets his backpack settle on the floor with a thump. He's quiet as he digs through it, pulling out various bottles and jars. There's the book from the last time, which Eddie has bookmarked to what he needs. He leaves it open on the floor, as he takes a jar full of a dark, thick liquid. Whatever it is, he dips his fingers inside, uses it like paint as he draws circles and markings on the floor, copying from the book.
Once that's finished, he begins emptying other containers at various points over the symbols. There's something that looks like a fine white powder, on another he leaves a few long black feathers. Over another he dumps out a small pile of dirt-- grave dirt-- from her grave, though he doesn't tell her that. Lastly, he places down a familiar green scrunchie, with a few strands of golden hair still wrapped around it. That had been the most difficult to acquire, sneaking into her room, quiet and still and gathering dust like a mausoleum. But he had done it. For her, it was all for her.
When he's finished laying things out, he lifts his gaze back towards her. ]
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[ Eddie murmurs quietly as she relaxes. It's one more thing he's managed to get wrong, as if letting her die wasn't enough, now he's kept her waiting. But all that's going to change tonight, because he's going to bring her back. Then they can leave Hawkins forever, start fresh somewhere, and never have to worry about spooky shit and alternate dimensions ever again. He leans forward to brush a kiss against her forehead, and delights in knowing that the next time he kisses her, it will be warm flesh. ]
You just... [ He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves. ] Just, wait here. I need to set up everything.
[ And with that, Eddie steps back, lets his backpack settle on the floor with a thump. He's quiet as he digs through it, pulling out various bottles and jars. There's the book from the last time, which Eddie has bookmarked to what he needs. He leaves it open on the floor, as he takes a jar full of a dark, thick liquid. Whatever it is, he dips his fingers inside, uses it like paint as he draws circles and markings on the floor, copying from the book.
Once that's finished, he begins emptying other containers at various points over the symbols. There's something that looks like a fine white powder, on another he leaves a few long black feathers. Over another he dumps out a small pile of dirt-- grave dirt-- from her grave, though he doesn't tell her that. Lastly, he places down a familiar green scrunchie, with a few strands of golden hair still wrapped around it. That had been the most difficult to acquire, sneaking into her room, quiet and still and gathering dust like a mausoleum. But he had done it. For her, it was all for her.
When he's finished laying things out, he lifts his gaze back towards her. ]
You ready?