[ when the skin underneath his tongue is fully mended, eddie groans as he feels his fangs finally retreat into his gums. he’s left is canines sharper than before but not a mouth full of what felt like shark teeth.
it aches.
the hand in his hair, the touch to his ear something he likes (why does steve know just what to do to ground him?), is comforting but in a way he can’t explain. maybe drinking harrington’s blood is messing with him, because despite the fact he’s has less of it than what he drank from the blood bag it was fresh and from the source.
he is in fact about to start spiraling about being a vampire and what he’s just done. ]
Do you want an honest answer there? [ he tilts his head a little. how the fuck is he supposed to feel? okay isn’t even close. two weeks ago his biggest concern was passing english and now he’s drinking steve harrington’s blood in a other dimension. ]
I just nearly killed you and you’re asking me if I’m okay, Steve. [ is steve real? ]
no subject
it aches.
the hand in his hair, the touch to his ear something he likes (why does steve know just what to do to ground him?), is comforting but in a way he can’t explain. maybe drinking harrington’s blood is messing with him, because despite the fact he’s has less of it than what he drank from the blood bag it was fresh and from the source.
he is in fact about to start spiraling about being a vampire and what he’s just done. ]
Do you want an honest answer there? [ he tilts his head a little. how the fuck is he supposed to feel? okay isn’t even close. two weeks ago his biggest concern was passing english and now he’s drinking steve harrington’s blood in a other dimension. ]
I just nearly killed you and you’re asking me if I’m okay, Steve. [ is steve real? ]