( It's not unfamiliar for Eddie to come with Richie on his tours since adjusting to his new life has been... difficult.
The times when he is alone are the worst so Eddie, not unlike when they were kids, tends to stick close to Richie whenever given the chance. It doesn't go unnoticed by his work team in the year since Derry happened and he died underneath the town only to come back alive as something that was only human in terms of appearance. He's gotten used to it in his own ways— his need for blood, human blood and the sort of psychological torture he goes through every time his throat gets dry.
Animal blood helps, of course but time and time again has shown that it wasn't meant to last. It curbs the wants, the needs but ultimately he always feels like he's playing with fire. It's why he takes from Richie every so often before it gets bad. He's determined (if nothing else) in the knowledge that he would never hurt the person he loves and it works, he's able to go out more and enjoy things without too much worry aside from the strain being in the sun takes on him.
So, yeah, its not unfamiliar because of this little factoid for Eddie to go with Richie which is why they're here in Buffalo in the middle of fucking winter.
Richie is talking brightly and animated to his team and some of the VIP fans that have come backstage while Eddie hangs off to the side nursing a bottle of water. It's not for him, of course but it helps him not stand there awkwardly twiddling his thumbs. He's half tempted to take out his phone, look over what the weather will be for the next few days when suddenly it hits him—
The smell of blood just as one of the stagehands curses and grips his palm where he's cut it open on some set piece. Eddie doesn't even realize he's dropped his water bottle until it rolls back and hits his foot, shaking his out of his stupor and making a mad move to pick it back up while fighting the need to run.
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The times when he is alone are the worst so Eddie, not unlike when they were kids, tends to stick close to Richie whenever given the chance. It doesn't go unnoticed by his work team in the year since Derry happened and he died underneath the town only to come back alive as something that was only human in terms of appearance. He's gotten used to it in his own ways— his need for blood, human blood and the sort of psychological torture he goes through every time his throat gets dry.
Animal blood helps, of course but time and time again has shown that it wasn't meant to last. It curbs the wants, the needs but ultimately he always feels like he's playing with fire. It's why he takes from Richie every so often before it gets bad. He's determined (if nothing else) in the knowledge that he would never hurt the person he loves and it works, he's able to go out more and enjoy things without too much worry aside from the strain being in the sun takes on him.
So, yeah, its not unfamiliar because of this little factoid for Eddie to go with Richie which is why they're here in Buffalo in the middle of fucking winter.
Richie is talking brightly and animated to his team and some of the VIP fans that have come backstage while Eddie hangs off to the side nursing a bottle of water. It's not for him, of course but it helps him not stand there awkwardly twiddling his thumbs. He's half tempted to take out his phone, look over what the weather will be for the next few days when suddenly it hits him—
The smell of blood just as one of the stagehands curses and grips his palm where he's cut it open on some set piece. Eddie doesn't even realize he's dropped his water bottle until it rolls back and hits his foot, shaking his out of his stupor and making a mad move to pick it back up while fighting the need to run.
Fight it, fight it, fucking fight it.. )