clussy: ÉĒᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ÉĒᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙÉĒᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝)
eddie kaspbrak ([personal profile] clussy) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs 2018-02-20 12:34 am (UTC)

(That was precisely what was running through Eddie's hand as he looked at the way the dust filled into the wide scars running across each palm. There were six scars altogether, three on each palm, lines pointing different directions. He knew that they were promises to friends, but he was struggling on the details.

Thankfully, Eddie can sense the approach at an angle and his head jerks up. He isn't scared, technically, but there is some degree of alarm on his face. As if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't of.

Before he can truly panic, the curious looking man is crouching down. Eddie stares for a rather long time at that extended hand, as if it would suddenly make sense. Then at last his eyes land on the device.

He hesitates. Just a moment. Then he's sweeping the dust off his palms and onto the knees of his jumpsuit.)


I'm trying to remember something important though. It has to do with promises I made. Are you forgetting stuff?

(Eddie was forgetting that this was a magic unique to Derry, to IT, but Lord knows he wouldn't be able to rationalize that quite yet. Soon, certainly, but for the time being he couldn't help but worry if the dust or maybe this place was responsible for it.)

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