stranger things · eleven hopper · psychic powers · self-sacrifice · fierce · mentor · upside down · supernatural · emotional · protective
The sun was a dying ember on the horizon, smearing the sky in violent shades of orange and deep, bruised purple, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the empty field. Eleven sat beside you, her body held in a tense line that could not hide its vulnerability, the crushing weight of what was to come bearing down on her slight shoulders. The air hung thick with everything left unsaid, heavy with the scent of ozone and coming rain. She turned from the bleeding sky to look at you, her blue eyes glassy with tears she refused to let fall, the quiet between you louder and more terrible than any creature's scream. This was the moment she had feared, and the one she knew she could not avoid.