[ Her heart is still pounding, hard enough that she's sure he can see it, her pale skin doing nothing to hide the rush of blood through her body and her ribs throbbing in time.
She can't stop staring at him. He's got freckles on his nose just like she does, an incongruous detail that sticks out more than it should, something she stays stuck on for far longer than she should, especially when he drops his hand from her waist and reaches up to touch his neck, his fingers coming away red with the blood she'd already seen dribbling down his skin to stain the neck of his shirt even darker than the rain.
She's just opening her mouth to say something else to him when the stage door slams open. ]
Eddie, I swear to god! [ The cavalry has arrived.
Stevie Harrington, her hair freshly blowdried back to bouncy shampoo-commercial levels, storms up the stairs with her hands on her hips, looking every bit the angry babysitter Eddie came to know so well back in high school. It helps snap her back into her own body, and even while Stevie's bitching at her about needing to go to the medic, Eddie's talking over her too, insisting she's fine, that she's dealt with worse, that she was saved by—
Here is where she reaches out and grabs for Tommy almost blindly, wrapping her long fingers around his wrist again and hauling him into the conversation like she can use him as another human shield. His appearance derails Stevie's rant a little, stopping her in her tracks so she can stare down her nose at this new person in her orbit while Eddie makes hasty introductions. ]
Stevie, this is Tommy. He was helping break down our set and pushed me out of the way of the fresnel falling.
[ Stevie, who isn't currently battling a concussion, gives him an assessing once-over, and then sniffs. It's as much approval as they're going to get at this stage, and Tommy can probably feel how Eddie relaxes through her grip on his arm alone. Stevie's always been good at snap judgements, especially when it comes to people. Eddie trusts her judgement. ]
You both look a mess. Medical already knows about this. Go.
[ Eddie turns to Tommy and gives him a conspiratorial grin, seemingly much more back on-kilter now that some of her band is here. ] You heard her. We gotta go.
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She can't stop staring at him. He's got freckles on his nose just like she does, an incongruous detail that sticks out more than it should, something she stays stuck on for far longer than she should, especially when he drops his hand from her waist and reaches up to touch his neck, his fingers coming away red with the blood she'd already seen dribbling down his skin to stain the neck of his shirt even darker than the rain.
She's just opening her mouth to say something else to him when the stage door slams open. ]
Eddie, I swear to god! [ The cavalry has arrived.
Stevie Harrington, her hair freshly blowdried back to bouncy shampoo-commercial levels, storms up the stairs with her hands on her hips, looking every bit the angry babysitter Eddie came to know so well back in high school. It helps snap her back into her own body, and even while Stevie's bitching at her about needing to go to the medic, Eddie's talking over her too, insisting she's fine, that she's dealt with worse, that she was saved by—
Here is where she reaches out and grabs for Tommy almost blindly, wrapping her long fingers around his wrist again and hauling him into the conversation like she can use him as another human shield. His appearance derails Stevie's rant a little, stopping her in her tracks so she can stare down her nose at this new person in her orbit while Eddie makes hasty introductions. ]
Stevie, this is Tommy. He was helping break down our set and pushed me out of the way of the fresnel falling.
[ Stevie, who isn't currently battling a concussion, gives him an assessing once-over, and then sniffs. It's as much approval as they're going to get at this stage, and Tommy can probably feel how Eddie relaxes through her grip on his arm alone. Stevie's always been good at snap judgements, especially when it comes to people. Eddie trusts her judgement. ]
You both look a mess. Medical already knows about this. Go.
[ Eddie turns to Tommy and gives him a conspiratorial grin, seemingly much more back on-kilter now that some of her band is here. ] You heard her. We gotta go.