pǝɥsıuɐq ǝɥʇ ǝıppǝ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eddiemunson) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame, |
It she hadn't felt so solid, enough that Eddie gave a small grunt when the back of her head hit him in the face along with a sharp elbow in his stomach, he might have questioned if it was real. It was too sudden, too surprising to really question the person in front of him.
He wasn't dying, right? The fear evaporated. At least for now.
"Robin. Holy shit, I thought I was dead."
Eddie Munson looked good. His hair was mostly clean, his clothes washed and even slightly new. He didn't smell like cigarettes, instead there was the slightest odor of honey roasted peanuts.
Eddie Munson almost looked alive.
The scars around his neck told a different story. They matched the marks the demobats had left around Steve's neck. Eddie was just a little pale. There were dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a few days. Maybe that was it. He just needed to sleep, get something to eat. But something was off about him. Maybe Eddie would have noticed if he'd had the chance to check himself out in the mirror.
For a dead man, Eddie Munson looked very good.
"What happened? Did we win? Vecna's dead, right?" Eddie's ring clad fingers gripped Robin by her arms, desperate for news. But as soon as Eddie asked, he knew the answer. He couldn't say how, only that he knew Vecna wasn't dead. He licked his lips nervously. Robin would know, right? She'd set him straight.
"Is Dustin okay?"