[ eddie calls out when steve stumbles, looks so nervous and who’s heart jumps just like it had when eddie bit down into his neck.
the warning is a good one, an attempt to protect in its own way. the thing is that eddie isn’t the best at listening at all times and it’s not the sight of it that sends an indescribable dread and fear coursing through him, even if he knows, objectively, that a werewolf transforms. it’s the sounds of bones popping, of steve screaming.
two sides of instinct battle for control. one wants to run, the other wants to rush toward steve. this time the vampire doesn’t win, not completely. eddie scrambles back into the wall, drops the bag. he screws his eyes shut, tries to breath and realizes he stopped for a moment and was fine and that’s a fucking rabbit hole right there that neither of them need to know about. he feels like he might lose all the blood he’d consumed, paint the alleyway with it, but he keeps that down even if the nausea stays. jesus christ.
when the sound stops, eddie moves from the wall, tentatively forward toward steve. he reaches out, ready to crouch down and check on him. ] Steve? [ and then he jumps back, because steve stands and he’s huge and hairier and a goddamn werewolf. because he howls and eddie’s bones vibrate with it and steve doesn’t quite smell like the best thing eddie could eat right up anymore which means this worked and it’s safe. ]
Holy shit! Holy shit, you’re a werewolf. [ christ, he hopes they can turn back eventually. at least steve can. ]
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[ eddie calls out when steve stumbles, looks so nervous and who’s heart jumps just like it had when eddie bit down into his neck.
the warning is a good one, an attempt to protect in its own way. the thing is that eddie isn’t the best at listening at all times and it’s not the sight of it that sends an indescribable dread and fear coursing through him, even if he knows, objectively, that a werewolf transforms. it’s the sounds of bones popping, of steve screaming.
two sides of instinct battle for control. one wants to run, the other wants to rush toward steve. this time the vampire doesn’t win, not completely. eddie scrambles back into the wall, drops the bag. he screws his eyes shut, tries to breath and realizes he stopped for a moment and was fine and that’s a fucking rabbit hole right there that neither of them need to know about. he feels like he might lose all the blood he’d consumed, paint the alleyway with it, but he keeps that down even if the nausea stays. jesus christ.
when the sound stops, eddie moves from the wall, tentatively forward toward steve. he reaches out, ready to crouch down and check on him. ] Steve? [ and then he jumps back, because steve stands and he’s huge and hairier and a goddamn werewolf. because he howls and eddie’s bones vibrate with it and steve doesn’t quite smell like the best thing eddie could eat right up anymore which means this worked and it’s safe. ]
Holy shit! Holy shit, you’re a werewolf. [ christ, he hopes they can turn back eventually. at least steve can. ]