bakerstreet | Covered in blood

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff...

1. Another day that ends in Y. When mass murder needs to happen you’re the weapon for the job. Employed? Owned by a secret organization? Untamed embodiment of extreme violence? Either way someone’s going to try to stop you eventually.

2. How did I get here? The last thing you remember everything was fine and hunky dory… Wait, is this b-blood?! Hopefully there's someone who can help you and not hurt you.

3. Justified. This is war and wars are won with weapons, not words! Cut through the masses knowing what you are doing is right. Does that mean the enemy of your enemy is a friend, or is everyone not part of the solution a problem?

4. Humor/Crack option. This really is your blood. Do you have intense nosebleeds every time someone even moderately attractive catches your eye? Are you Deadpool and constantly leaving heaps of blood everywhere? WHO IS GOING TO CLEAN THIS MESS UP?

5. Smut. Bloodplay, nuff said.

6. Gruesome to some, beautiful to you. Vampires, crazed artists, and evil scientists can eat their heart out. Or someone else’s…

7. Wilcard! Have something different in mind when you clicked? Go with it! Or re-roll/mix and match.

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[ Steve is snapped out of his suffering at Eddie's words. He takes in the flush that covers his face and internally winces a little on his behalf. Outwardly, he forces a grimace and flicks his eyes upward to his hairline, trying to joke it off. ] Is it the hair?

[ But there's something in Eddie's wild eyed look that Steve finds he can't brush off. He doesn't even know why he's trying to brush it off. They all made it out alive. The danger is behind them, so what's the point of playing the martyr?

He just doesn't want to slow the others down. What if they miss the gate because they're worrying over him? What if he prolongs their suffering because he can't hold his shit together? He knows Robin would be calling him a macho asshole and she's going to be so angry with him, but there's something inside of him that is holding fast. At least until he meets Eddie's worried eyes. Then he feels that last stronghold melt under his gaze and he sighs heavily. ]

Yeah. I just... [ He peels his arm away from where he's been holding it by his side, holding his hand palm up to Eddie. It's covered in blood. A lot of blood. Steve thinks he might be sick and black dots dance in front of his vision as he stumbles slightly into Eddie. ]

Steve!

( Eddie cries out as Steve stumbles towards him. Eddie is careful to keep him from falling, lending him some strength when it seems Steve's own is failing. Steve is supposed to be the strong one. How is Eddie supposed to get through all of this -- how is he supposed to get out if Steve isn't there to lead him to safety? )

That's...that's a lot of blood, man.

( Eddie replaces Steve's hand with his own, applying just a tiny bit of pressure, and winces when he pulls it away, and, yeah, Steve is actively bleeding. What was it that Nancy had done? Torn a piece from her sweater? Eddie might not be able to do much, but he can do this. )

We can't have you bleeding to death, c'mon, lean against me for a second.

( If they sit down, Eddie doesn't know if they'll be able to get up again. Steve really doesn't look that good right now, and Eddie is not going to be the reason those kids no longer have a babysitter to look up to. He holds his breath, ignoring the minor panic that fills him as he tears his shirt, practically turning it into a cropped top as he takes the scraps and applies it to Steve's wound. )

Just until we get to the portal, yeah? Stay with me, man. Please, please stay with me.

[ His breath catches a little when Eddie's hand replaces his own, but the pressure is a reminder that he's still physical. At least as long as he feels pain he knows this is real and not just some dream or vision meant to lure him to his death.

He leans on Eddie as he's told, grateful to give up some of the will power that's kept him upright until now. Eddie is lanky but strong, like an unwieldy root and Steve watches as he tears his shirt. He's so tired, but the sight still sends a small jolt of something through him. If he had any blood left on the inside his body, he's sure it'd all be headed south.

He huffs a little, glassy eyes trailing Eddie's stomach. His voice sounds far away. ] Okay. I'll stay.

( They're racing against time, but there's more to it. Eddie's determination to save Steve is fueled by their deep emotional connection. It's the only reason he can muster the strength to heave Steve across the Upside Down in such a short period. He's not thinking about the pain or the possibility of Steve not making it. All he's focused on is ensuring Steve's survival. )

Thank you, ( Eddie replies quietly, out of breath as he continues to haul Steve with him, thankful that he's not entirely unconscious, even if he is fighting an uphill battle with Steve's weight becoming more of a problem the more he succumbs to blood loss. ) Fuck. We're almost there, just hang on a little longer.

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