𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽.

[videostore]

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@ 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺.

[videostore]

[ the mornings in westview have become cooler, the breeze in the air no longer a comfort in the mildly humid summer, but a knock to the face of brisk oxygen. steve likes it, always has, when the leaves turn. they're everywhere, scattered on the lawn of agatha's house. greens, golds, oranges, browns. steve smiles down at it softly as he rakes them into a pile.

they're pretty, and the wolf in him wants to roll around in it. however, steve knows it'd be more fun with another person, so he pauses. staring down at the leaves, he hears a familiar sound - eddie's van, its wheels, and how it rolls up in the driveway.

steve leans on the rake, hand on his hip, as he watches eddie exit. fingertips fly up, a mocking wave with each one, steve's eyebrows jumping. he leans the rake against a nearby tree, then jogs up to eddie. he puts his finger over his mouth, eyes wide and dark. his voice is a whisper: ]

She's still sleeping.

[ he's referring to agatha, of course, who barely gets out of bed before it's time ( what time specifically, he doesn't know ). he takes eddie's hand, ringed fingers slipping through long ones, and leads him from the van and onto the porch quietly. he sits eddie down on one of the white-painted rocking chairs, then leans down on his haunches. he pats eddie's knee. ]

She's not in a good mood this early. C'mon, we'll go inside and start making her tea. That might get you in her good graces for being here.

[ steve smirks, then stands, deciding that the leaves can wait. they're neatly piled, but a good breeze, such as the one right now, will eventually scatter it all. walking through the front door, steve nods for eddie to follow him. ]

[thefreak]

( westview is a lot more peaceful than the towns eddie is used to. it's a lot more friendly, too, though that might have more to do with most people here not knowing who, or rather what he is. it's a relief not to always be on his guard, but on the other hand, it leaves eddie feeling like he doesn't know what to do with himself most of the time.

perhaps that is why he shows up so early. and maybe the mere fact that steve is here has something to do with it, but eddie is not about to let that little tidbit slip out where it can be used against him.

there is something about steve's presence that immediately sets eddie at ease, even though he knows he should feel a certain level of anxiety about potentially disturbing agatha. she can be generous and terrifying depending on the time of day. he's often grateful that steve is there to field the brunt of it, otherwise eddie is sure that westview would have been just another town to cross off his list, moving onto his next attempt at fitting in somewhere.

steve's hand feels good in his; it always does, and eddie lets himself be led to the rocking chairs. )

Don't know that early or late has much to do with her moods.

( eddie's mouth curves up into a smirk as he turns to steve and runs his fingers through his hair, tending to the wolf just as much as to steve himself. )

But tea is usually a good idea, so lead the way.

( eddie is careful as he follows steve inside, avoiding the spots he knows by now creak and could cause a disturbance. the less reason he gives agatha to be cross with him, the better. not that…agatha has a reason to be cross with him, yet, of course, it's just that eddie is about as green a witch as they come. he feels like a burden most of the time, and if it weren't for his running low on supplies, he would probably have avoided coming here at all costs. alas, he can't put this off any longer. )

Might brew a cup for myself while we're at it. You want in?