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Honestly, these days, Eddie thinks his Uncle Wayne might be a little proud of him.
He's been here awhile now, almost two months, and he's nearly finished with summer school, which will finally get him set with his high school diploma, and he's got a job. A proper one, too, not selling drugs out of a tin lunchbox, but working part time at a record store, with Steve Harrington, of all people. So yeah, he thinks his uncle would probably be sort of proud, even if they were both kind of garbage at ever talking about their feelings.
Wayne was a good man, though, and he'd been good to Eddie since he'd started taking care of him all those years ago. Most of the time, Eddie doesn't mind being a bit of a fuck up, but the times he does mind, it's only because of his uncle.
Maybe Darrow is good for him in that regard. Maybe the Upside Down had been, too. He had learned a lot about himself in those five days, he's learned a bit more in the past two months. It feels kind of good.
But Eddie isn't about to become a completely different person and he's still curious by nature, interested in things that people in Hawkins would have considered weird or even wrong and that's why he's standing outside a store called Leviathan, looking at it with wide, excited eyes.
When he opens the door, he sees a familiar head of white blonde hair and a grin lights up his features.
"Well, holy shit, if it isn't my fireball throwing saviour," he says cheerfully.
He's been here awhile now, almost two months, and he's nearly finished with summer school, which will finally get him set with his high school diploma, and he's got a job. A proper one, too, not selling drugs out of a tin lunchbox, but working part time at a record store, with Steve Harrington, of all people. So yeah, he thinks his uncle would probably be sort of proud, even if they were both kind of garbage at ever talking about their feelings.
Wayne was a good man, though, and he'd been good to Eddie since he'd started taking care of him all those years ago. Most of the time, Eddie doesn't mind being a bit of a fuck up, but the times he does mind, it's only because of his uncle.
Maybe Darrow is good for him in that regard. Maybe the Upside Down had been, too. He had learned a lot about himself in those five days, he's learned a bit more in the past two months. It feels kind of good.
But Eddie isn't about to become a completely different person and he's still curious by nature, interested in things that people in Hawkins would have considered weird or even wrong and that's why he's standing outside a store called Leviathan, looking at it with wide, excited eyes.
When he opens the door, he sees a familiar head of white blonde hair and a grin lights up his features.
"Well, holy shit, if it isn't my fireball throwing saviour," he says cheerfully.
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She listens as she works with the mortar and pestle, soft sounds of stone meeting stone and rasping together. Hawkins goes into her mental tally of places that seem to be middle of the road, neither fully mundane or full on elves and mutants and superheroes. Greendale's closer to the second, of course, but maybe not by much.
"Yeah, I know a little about that from the other side," she says. "I lived two separate lives until I was sixteen. When I was in the mortal world, I was there fully, but I'd go home to the occult. The idea was you had your Dark Baptism then, and then it was all coven all the time."
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He's not sure what it actually means, how something like that is real, but then, murderous demon bats hadn't seemed real to him before the day he'd come here, so he thinks he can be a little more openminded.
"I'm very into DnD," he tells Sabrina. "Hardcore Dungeon Master, led a lot of really cool campaigns back home, we even had a club dedicated to it at my high school. Then Satanic Panic hit." He wiggles the lavender the emphasize the words. "Suddenly I was sacrificing teenagers to my demon overlord because I played a fantasy game."
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"That's actually kind of funny. Not because clearly you were dealing with idiots and assholes, but because I'm technically Sabrina Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, Heir to the Throne of Hell. Maybe the flames that hit those bats wasn't from Morningstar-brand Hell, but I called on hellfire to save you." She huffs out a laugh. "I did always wonder about DnD, but the one time Aunt Zelda overheard me talking about it, she lectured me for twenty minutes on how I had something better."
Eying the powdery fruits of her labor, Sabrina starts the process of gently scooping the herbs into a jar. "If you do a game here, I want in. It'll be like... full circle."
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The world is weird, after all.
"Really?" he asks when she says she'd want to join the party. He grins and says, "Yeah, okay. That'd be cool. Your dad isn't like... here, is he?"
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"He's not here," she answers, firm and mostly untroubled. "He tried showing up, but we were able to take care of it. With a minimum of deaths. I'm not a great heir, so he might skip saying hi, but..." Her head shakes, just a bit. "Unfortunately, my reality does not have a cool or really badass Devil. He's a whiny show-off and more bitchy than evil. Which isn't to say he doesn't do all of the evil, just... I mean, who among us isn't disappointed in our biological roots sometimes?"
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Being an atheist was the one thing he really didn't advertise, because somehow that felt even more dangerous than all the rest.
At her words, he snorts and says, "Yeah, ain't that the truth. The only thing my dad ever taught me was how to hot wire a car on one of his few stints out of prison. Then he got wasted and drove his car into a tree with my equally wasted mom in the passenger seat, so." He shrugs. "That's a hell of a disappointment."