❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘤𝘧𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯? ❞
in which violet harper moves to hawkins, indiana: where a boy came back to life.
STRANGER THINGS 2 ONWARD !
[ 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 ]...
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CHAPTER EIGHT DEMOGORGON DEMOGRAPHIC (episode 6: the spy / episode 8: the mind flayer )
Violet couldn't steal her eyes away from Max Mayfair. In-between hauling slates of rusted metal, sleeve cuffs caught in pieces of fence, dusting her fingers off from car tyres split and cracked like old leather, she kept finding herself eyeing the girl in a green jacket two sizes too big for her.
She hovered in-between Dustin and his friend, an uneasy look on her face, occasionally tucking a strand of her wavy red hair behind her ear. There was a strange resemblance among the total uncanny of their physical appearances.
'Did you know it was her?' Violet asks Steve out of curiousity.
'Know who was what?' He asks her back, uninterested, chucking something through the door of the old bus.
'That the girl Dustin was talking about on the way over here was Billy Hargrove's sister.'
He looks up at Violet properly, hands frozen over a new slate of metal. 'That's Hargrove's sister?'
The volume of his voice rippled across the ground, Max's head turning in the direction of it.
'Shhh,' Violet hisses, cheeks flooding with embarrassment on both of their behalf for having asked a simple question. 'Jesus, Harrington.' She grabs a handful of his jacket arm, ushering him into the bus with a light shove.
The sun was just beginning to slip under the cover of the tree line, gold light filtering between the cracks of Steve's makeshift job at barricading it all in. The interior was a scrapbook of all different old parts; metal, wood, plastic, tin. Tight-lipped and hands on his hips, Steve stood back to examine the work. Violet brushes her hands over her stockings, the imprints on her palms from metal grooves stinging a little. 'Is that everything?'
Out of breath, he thought about it, something ticking over in his mind. 'I think we're good.'
The bus began to rattle slightly with the weight of Dustin's friend climbing up the back of it, tossing something heavy onto the roof with a thud. Given a good twenty minutes, it'd be nearing pitch black.
