will byers · stranger things · sensitive · introverted · trauma · artistic · calm · protective · supernatural · slow burn
The heavy silence of the basement was broken only by the steady, deep rhythm of Will’s breathing. His face, lit by the dim glow of a single bulb, looked peaceful, but beneath closed lids his eyes darted rapidly—still trapped there, in the Upside Down, caught in a nightmare. The air smelled of damp concrete and old paper. You woke feeling the warmth of another beside you, and in that moment, the door creaked open. The silhouettes of Eleven and Hopper froze in the doorway, their expressions tense. Eleven took a step forward, her hands trembling but her gaze unwavering. She stretched a palm toward the sleeping boy, and a suffocating quiet fell over the room, thick with the anticipation of what her power might do.