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Happy Birthday Bucciarati!!! flower meanings: Mista = Delphinium (levity, fun, generosity, ardent attachment, joy) Narancia = Sunflower (pure and lofty thoughts, adoration, loyalty) Abbacchio = Lavender (happiness, love, devotion, peace, distrust) Giorno = Lotus (purity, rebirth) Fugo = Yellow Rose (friendship, apology, intense emotion) Trish = White Tulip (remembrance, worthiness, sincerity, apology)
YOU CAN FINALLY PICK ED AND LYCA IN THE PROLOGUE!!
𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, the fear of losing steve, of losing someone that had shone a light on the darkness he'd been drowning in for so long. steve's was the hand that reached out to him, to take the DAMAGED remains of him and find something there to care about, to look beyond every irredeemable quality and find something there worth salvaging. he'd tried to shake steve, tried to get HELP, but in that room it was only the two of them, no one else was coming and it made him feel SICK, especially as steve's body started to rise slowly, his fingers catching the other's, trying to hold onto them for dear life.
he hated crying, but the tears that had filled his eyes were too GREAT for him to contain them, and they came rolling down his cheeks as the feeling of hopelessness gripped him tightly, steve's fingers slipping out of his grasp, causing him to fall down to his knees, watching him float there in the air above him. had they not LOST enough ?? losing eddie - someone he supposed he'd gotten along with in such a small period of time, his sister hospitalised and not knowing if she would WAKE again, and now steve, his LIGHT, he couldn't lose anything else, he didn't know what would happen if he did. billy barely recognised the sounds of his own SOBS as they came from his parted lips, the lower quivering, his arms shaking as his mind tried to comprehend a world that didn't have steve in it now, this may have been their home, but he knew that wasn't the case at all, steve was HOME. through gasps of breath his eyes rose once more from the ground they had fallen to, the broken sound of his voice coming out through sobs, trying to find some strength that was left somewhere inside him. ❛ i never . . . r-really cared til i met you . . . a-and now it chills be to the bone . . . ❜ the lack of any way to get music to steve's ears, and the desperation had billy attempting to sing, the HOPE that it would reach him, that it would break through to him. more tears made their way down his cheeks as steve's body lowered, little by little, hands reaching, clasping to steve's hands once again. ❛ m-my love for y-you is still unknown . . . s-steve ?? ❜ the next moment he knew, steve fell hard to the floor, and his own name escaped from his lips. despite his own emotional state, arms wrapped tightly around steve, face pressed into his shoulder as he felt the WARMTH sliding down onto his shirt, pulling steve away to look upon his face, heart jolting at the sight. ❛ it's gonna be okay . . . y-you're gonna be okay . . . ❜
For a long moment, one agonizing long moment...Steve Harrington had thought it was all over. As the oxygen was sucked from his lungs and he stared down the true monster before him, memories flickered behind his eyes. His whole life flashing before them. The years spent alone, that trip to the beach where he met Billy, the painful return back home where he was lonely all over again. The hell they had all endured the past few years. Not one went by unmissed. But that was when that voice cut through the silence, through the darkness. Slicing through it like a knife through butter. Steve recognized it. That was Billy's voice, He was singing to try and bring Steve back home. Thank god he'd remembered the way to counter the damn visions. Steve took his chance while Henry or rather Vecna, was distracted by the sound. He tore through the tendrils with a loud bellow, forcing himself down to the ground with a hard thud. Shaking legs carried him through the threshold, rushing towards the portal that had formed. He could see himself, see Billy trying to get through to him. He wasn't sure he was going to make it in time as buildings and stones reigned down in his pathway. But just as the last pillar clattered down, Steve threw himself through the portal and from the confines of his mind. The next thing he knew, he was hitting the ground with a hard thud, seeing nothing but he knew he was awake. "...Billy?" Steve could hear his own voice, gripped with fear. He could feel the trickle of something warm and wet coming from his eyes but he had no idea what it was. He wasn't crying...was he? No...This was something else. Blood? Was it blood? "I...I can't...I can't see anything."
