EDDIE'S POV
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It was painfully obvious that Steve Harrington was staring at my lips.
Just as it was also probably obvious that I was staring at his.
God it would be so easy just to kiss him right now. My face only an inch or so away from his. His lips were big and red, and I felt and intense longing to kiss him. Not to sleep with him, or anything meaningless like that, just to kiss him, to be with him.
As if he'd ever feel the same.
God what was I thinking? I'll just end up getting hurt.
A lock of my hair fell onto my face and I felt his warm hand reach out and tuck it behind my ear. His hands were strong but gentle, caressing my face so softly and delicately as if I were a house of cards threatening to cave in.
Slowly, I reached towards my right hand, sliding off the top ring on index finger. It bore a dark figure of a black panther sitting calmly, with its head facing to the side and its tail wrapped around its body. Laying on the ground in front of it was a scimitar, a sword with a slightly curved blade. The entire ring was painted black except for the blade of the scimitar, which was painted a shiny silver.
I hold the ring in the palm of my hand and it is warm to the touch. I cant remember the last time I took it off.
Steve's eyes drift to the ring and I hold it out to him in my open palm.
"Here," I whispered softly, careful not to change the air in the room. The air that was so full of confusion, longing, and desperation.
"I want you to have it."
"Are you sure?" He whispers, "I know it's one of your favourites..."
"It's a reference to Dizzt Do'Urden, This legendary hero from dnd," I explain, ignoring his hesitation, "The black panther is his sacred animal, he carries a trinket of a panther to summon it into battle. And the scimitar, that sword, it's his favourite weapon."
He looks at the ring and smiles. He takes the ring from my hand and places it on the same finger I wore it on and looks back at me.
"Why?" He asks
The question takes me by surprise so he elaborates,
"I mean why this ring? Why give it to me?"
"Well.. It's kind of stupid but, I guess he just reminds me of you. Dizzt is a drow, who are kinda like these evil elves. But Dizzt, he rejected their evil and became a hero. He stood for peace, and kindness, and protected his friends over his own life. Every time I think of him, all I can think of is you. I mean, fuck, most of the time all I can think of is you."
"Eddie..." His voice trails off. He places his hand on my chest and looks me in the eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead we're greeted by voices coming from the lobby.
The motel is fairly big, but still small enough for us to be able to hear the lobby down the hall become swarmed with angry shouting and intimidating footsteps. Suddenly, a familiar voice stops both of us in our tracks. It's a voice that I've heard too many times. One that always means I'm in deep shit.
"Excuse me, is there anyone staying here under the name of Eddie Munson?"
Steve and I freeze.
Jason Carver.
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A/N
FIRST OFF- HOLY SHIT
Thank you ALL for all the love and support I have received over the last few days, I appreciate all of your comments and all of the votes the story has gotten and I'm so glad y'all like it so far.
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