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zoomingupthathill: (👟 go to the white rose)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ It matters to her. The thought of what was happening to her... Limbs stiffening, body growing still. Slowly finding herself completely unable to move.

It terrifies her. It makes her think of the future that was left for her in Hawkins. It makes her think of the attic and her dwindling sensations. So it matters. More than anything, it matters.

She's still tired, and it shows when she tries to readjust her position. Her body's sore, her blood having settled at the lowest points of it, but she wants to lean closer to Basil. The blanket's kept her warm but it's nothing compared to feeling another person beside her. Her cold body settles, bloody hand grasping for bloody hand.

Softer, she repeats: ]
Basil. You saved me.

[ She's not done with eating, just has finally slowed down. But she can take a moment to squeeze his hand and gaze at him, gratitude radiating from her. ]

Thank you. Thank you, for...for doing this for me.
Edited Date: 2023-05-21 03:45 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (👟 i need love)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ At that moment, Max is overcome with a feeling she's only had for one person. A desire, and it's...

It stills her. It churns something in her stomach, as she realizes what it is, looking quietly at Basil who has done so much for her. Who she's heard so much about, the good and the bad, who has heard so much about her. Being like this, looking at each other, the intimacy reminds her of the Snow Ball.

It's stupid. Because this isn't the closest they've been. And her face is covered in dripping blood, and the blood between their hands oozes to the floor, but the first time she felt like this before it was in a junkyard on top of a broken down bus waiting to see her first monster—so it's par for the course, but she feels stupid, and it's stupid, and like she's betraying herself and—

Lucas...

She's frightened of it. The feeling. The desire. But she doesn't let go of Basil's hand, because that feels like it would be giving up. It doesn't show on her face, besides a few twitches of her lips and narrowing of her eyes, which she covers up with another bite of meat. ]


Mm- um, okay.

[ After everything that's happened... This sentiment shouldn't make her feel so good. But it does. She shouldn't be feeling this.

Maybe it's just the moment. She's not currently compelled to say anything about it, so—maybe it's just because she's tired, and he saved her, and the shock of almost dying again has her heart feeling like it's going to start again.

Max thinks maybe it's circumstance. Maybe, for now, she can just let it sit and not do anything about it, because she knows, for sure, that everyone would get hurt. ]


Yeah. I'd...really like that.

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