@vihilum , ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ for nancy wheeler.

he  almost  feels  affront  at  the  question  on  automatic.  had  she  asked  it  first  he'd  have  no  qualms,  but  as  it  stands  she's  sixth  and  everyone  previous  has  set  an  awful,  unfair  precedent  so  far.  journalists  sure  are  one  goddamn  rotten  lot...  yet  her  voice  is  kind  and  searching,  and  he  holds  no  grudges  against  friends so all she gets is a horribly tired smile.  she  just wants  to  know,  no  holds  barred,  as  she  always  does.

and  while  the  answer  would  be  'not  quite',  he  can't  articulate  as  much  with  a  tube  stuck  through  his  neck,  so  he  just  shakes  his  head.  gingerly;  mindful  of  all  the  cables  criss-crossed  around  his  hospital  bed.  the  expectation  that  she'd  believe  him  is  frail;  he  wouldn't  blame  her  if  she  didn't.

he  looks  mostly  unharmed  on  the  outside,  after  all.  no  signs  of  foul  play.  his  cheekbone  stings  from  an  unfortunate  meeting  with  hard  concrete  but  he  knows  there's  no  bruise.  there  never  is.  it's  always  made  lying  that  much  easier  for  patricia  when  there's  no  proof  of  the  contrary,  and  he's  in  no  mood  to  try  and  convince  anyone  otherwise.  the  hawkins'  post  has  swung  round  already,  looking  for  a  very  clear-cut  headline.  'teenager  tears  his  own  throat  open,  more  on  page  3'.

he  gives  her  a  surreptitious  glance  -  room  empty,  habit  unshakeable  -  and  reaches  out  one  unsteady  hand  to  her  bag.  a  small  gesture  makes  the  intent  clear  -  pen  and  paper.

01. ganymede — pale blue dot   /    02. van halen — unchained   /    03. dio — like the beat of a heart  /   04. derrok — dueños de la cima    /    05.  colter wall — the devil wears a suit and tie  /   06. ratt — wanted man   /   07. w.a.s.p. — i wanna be somebody   /    08.  heartbeathero — dreaming of dreamwave ( g77 remix )

      send 🎼 for a short playlist for our muses / @vihilum as nancy wheeler

semi-plotted starter for nancy at @vihilum​!

If Billy was honest, he didn’t 100% remember the drive there to the old ironworks. Camaro left by the road, where it had wheezed as it came to a rest. Front half still a banged up mess that made Billy sick to his stomach to look at. Too much to unpack there; particularly when he stepped back and thought, in the dark of the night, how the damage to the front seemed to match the mess of scars under his shirt.

He remembered this place, far too well. With more clarity than he wanted to admit. And he could smell it in the air, a stench of rot and something miserable swamping the air, like cheap cologne on a first date. It made his skin crawl and something in him anxious, antsy, souring his mood more than it had been as of late. Sending him fleeing into the night, sneaking away from eyes that watch him too closely for him to feel safe.

Now, he stood at the overgrown path, jacket heavy with seat. Axe in hand and feeling like he was staring down something he couldn’t see, but could feel. Moving beyond the building. A twig snapped and he whirled, axe raised, hand blocking the light that blared into his face. Squinting against the beam, incredulous. “Wheeler?”

There she was. Staring at him like she’d seen a ghost or wanted to punch him. Perhaps both. He wasn’t sure. But either way he lowered both hands, chin up. Well aware they hadn’t seen each other since, what, Starcourt? Yet here they were, in late winter, snow melting between them in the fucking woods at ass crack in the morning. Definitely not weird. “Make it a habit of staring or you just realizing you could do better?”

@vihilum​   ...   [ sms ]: this date is going horribly, can you call me so i can leave?

(   txt:   nancy wheeler 🌻   )   date who what where whaaaaat

(   txt:   nancy wheeler 🌻   )   you’re a big girl. why can’t you do me proud and make a scene yourself

(   txt:   nancy wheeler 🌻   )   fiiiiine just grab me some bread from the table if you’re at a free bread place

(   txt:   nancy wheeler 🌻   )   you seem like a free bread place kinda lady

@vihilum​​  /  st sc.

                     they’ve left him with the parents as they went to the hospital. it wasn’t his place to be - only having come along to offer comfort to jonathan, will or el. he’s made himself right at home with the wheelers, karen offered some coffee and he gladly accepted. argyle was free enough to look around and choose the mug he wants. it just so happens to be one with a print of nancy as a kid on it. when the others return, argyle slurps some of his coffee before flashing nancy a dopey grin.  “ look, it’s you. ”