"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter One-Hundred-And-Thirty-Five: Talking
(Vecna's Curse, Pt. 4)
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The group talked for another minute about Vecna and the situation with Eddie being potentially wanted for murder before the decision came to head home, get some sleep and regroup in the morning. And while Rowan wanted nothing more than crash into her bed and let her grief and exhaustion plunge her into sleep, she couldn't go home. Not yet.
Not when during somewhere between wondering if Nancy should be brought in and Dustin offering to listen into the Hawkins PD dispatch with his Cerebro, Rowan noticed Eddie head out of the boathouse. He hadn't spoken to either her or Alistair since they revealed the truth, and Rowan knew she had to talk to her best friend.
She couldn't lose another friend, not after Chrissy.
So when Steve looked at her and noticed she was still in the boathouse and asked, "You coming, Ro?", she shook her head.
"I need to talk to Eddie," Rowan said.
Understanding lit up in Steve's eyes. "Oh. Want me to stay to drive you home?"
"No, thank you. I'll teleport," Rowan declined. "You get home safe, okay? And... and make sure Max and Al get in okay."
Steve nodded. "Of course. You stay safe, too, okay?"
"I'll try," Rowan replied, a tired smile quirking her lips.
Lifting up on her toes, Rowan kissed Steve, soft and gentle, before she pulled away and watched as Steve turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the boat house.
Sighing, Rowan walked outside and made her way to Reefer Rick's house, where she saw Eddie's silhouette on the front porch.
"Mind if I sit?" she asked when Eddie noticed she was there.
Eddie looked at her, but shrugged. "Sure, Graveswood."
Rowan sat down, the porch creaking under her weight.
The two sat in silence, until a rustle came and Rowan turned to see Eddie pull out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out, he looked at her. "This okay?"
Rowan nodded. "Yeah, it is."
Eddie turned away, putting the cigarette in his mouth and setting to lighting it. However, his lighter wasn't catching, causing him to grumble, "Come on, you piece of shit."
"Here, let me," Rowan offered.
Eddie turned, and she knew he must have been expecting her to light the cigarette with her lighter, because surprise filled his eyes when Rowan snapped her fingers and a spark blazed to life on her fingertip, a spark she used to light the cigarette.
