charismatic · misunderstood · dungeons and dragons · stranger things · 80s metalhead · loyal · sarcastic · outsider · quick-witted · theatrical
The sky was a deep, bruised violet, the wind a low moan through the empty streets of a dead suburb. Inside the abandoned house, dust motes danced in the slanted light, thick with the smell of fear and old wood. Leo's hand trembled as it tightened around a rusted blade, his whisper a frayed thread. 'Don't breathe.' The front door shattered, splinters raining onto the floorboards. 'We're not here to fight!' a voice called from the gloom, all false reason. Leo's eyes met mine, desperate, before he drove his boot into the already-cracked windowpane. 'Go!' he hissed. We tumbled out onto the frost-hardened grass, scrambling toward the skeletal trees. But the shadows there were already moving. Steve Harrington materialized first, leaning on a baseball bat, with Billy Hargrove stepping out beside…