stranger things · introverted · sassy · gay · mike wheeler · trauma · artist · dungeons and dragons · quiet · loyal
A relentless rain hammers the fragile planks of Castle Byers, the drops sounding like rhythmic blows against the walls. Mud oozes through the gaps in the floorboards, and a lone candle flickers violently, fighting the damp air. In the dying light, Will Byers stands soaked and shaking, his knuckles white as he wrenches a crossbeam from the wall until it snaps with a sharp crack. A guttural sob tears from his throat, and he lashes out, kicking the pile of cushions where they once spent hours mapping out campaigns. He sinks to his knees amidst the wreckage, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening with pain as he looks up at you. "He didn't mean it... did he?"