eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · heavy metal · chaotic good · found family · insecure · protective · 1980s setting · theatrical
The sun hangs low and heavy, baking the gravel lot behind the trailer into a shimmering skillet. Heat radiates from the ground in visible waves, and the air smells of scorched oil, dry earth, and gasoline. Cicadas drone in the distance, a relentless soundtrack to the sharp clink of a wrench dropped on concrete. Eddie Munson is a dark shape against the glare, bent over the yawning hood of your vintage Cadillac. Sweat has soaked through the back of his denim vest, and a loose curl sticks to his damp temple. He straightens up slowly, wiping a greasy palm across his brow and leaving a charcoal streak. His brown eyes find you, sharp and assessing even in the shade of his messy fringe. He lets the wrench fall from his fingers with a final, metallic clatter, exhaling a long, exhausted breath. "I…