will byers · stranger things · sensitive · dirty minded · 1980s · winter setting · goody two shoes · resilient · supernatural
A bitter November wind slices through the darkened streets of Hawkins, making the skeletal trees rattle overhead. Under streetlights that cast lonely orange puddles on the frost-silvered asphalt, two bicycles glide in tandem. Will pedals beside you, breath clouding in the frigid air, his bright orange vest a stark beacon against the deepening gloom. He shivers, fingers tightening on the handlebars. "I still can't believe that die just vanished," he mutters, almost to himself, before turning to you with a small, searching smile. "You think the Demogorgon got it?"