Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart?
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steve harrington x fem!oc
stranger things ╱ season 2-5
cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Sandbox Love Never Dies
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warnings: intense making out. cannibalistic undertones via blood drinking and biting. ghosts creeping in places they Shouldn't Be... and rhiannon's usual struggle between self control, hunger, and bad decisions
IF FUNERALS WERE grim affairs, birthday parties for dead people were even worse. But Mallory Fraser, a raging romantic if there ever was one, believed in celebrating life — even in death. Though it was a nice sentiment, this kind of thing reminded Rhiannon of the gravity of loss. Because she wasn't the only one who had lost someone after the incident; the swarm of Fraser family members milling around the backyard and the glittery pink Happy Birthday! sign hung crooked on the wall were testaments to that. On the dining table beneath it sat a homemade chocolate cake, surrounded by confetti and what felt like a hundred photos of Lori, each one immortalizing her youth. Lovely Lori, born on a sunny July morning, as precious as she was kind.
Rhiannon exhaled sharply, staring down at her nails. She'd painted them red that morning, mostly to hide the dried blood still crusted beneath them. Everything felt heavy.
Something flickered at the edge of her sight. It moved, quiet, weightless, like a shadow. She knew what it was. Who it was. The missing chunk of her soul. The salt in the wound that refused to heal. At the back of her mind, there was an impulse, an echo to reach out and touch the phantom. Rhiannon knew it was useless because her hand would only go right through, but she was still tempted.
"This is depressing," Lori said, her arms crossed. The words were coming from the girl who hated sad things. She'd always cried during movies or when a family of ducks crossed the street and one of the babies was left behind. She'd hate this. "It's worse than my funeral."
"Your dress was cute," was all Rhiannon could manage.
"Totally. It matched my coffin, too."
Lori's coffin had been a rather pretty pink. (Expensive, too!)
