You're so much more than just your powers. Sure, they're... really useful when things get crazy, but there's more to you than that.
You're so smart. You might feel like have a lot to catch up on, but you're really clever, even if it feels like you're a few steps behind with certain things. Because honestly? If you're worried about the kinds of things you would have learned in school? Don't be. I mean, the fact that you even want to learn those things at all shows how bright you are.
You have incredible instincts, and you're so funny, and so brave.
You're still all of those things, even without your powers.
[ There's not response to the text. However, Eleven is going to return from wandering Beacon post haste, doesn't pass go and instead makes a beeline straight for her currently still shared room with Nancy.
She doesn't bother knocking. Instead she'll go straight for Nancy, eyes a little red-rimmed, and wrap her arms around the older girl tightly.
Sometimes, she doesn't have enough words for the things she would like to say. ]
[ nancy doesn't worry too much when she doesn't get a response - she herself took a long time to type all of that out, because no matter how long she's been here, the touch screen is still a lot to get used to. she probably looks a little startled when eleven is suddenly there, moving in to hug her tight.
it's just instinct to hug her back right away, no thought needed, maybe just as grateful for the hug as eleven is wanting to give her one. ]
You're alright?
[ she doesn't step back from the hug just yet, but- anything could have happened in the short moment between her last text and el getting here. she doesn't know, doesn't assume ]
[ The response is muffled in the fabric of Nancy's shirt. Eleven holds on tight. Sometimes she gets caught up in bigger things - in friends who hurt and the monsters past and present who hurt them. It's a good reminder that there's safety and warmth here. She'd rather Nancy be home, with Mike and the others, but she's also selfishly glad that Nancy is here. ]
all good!
... Can you? Does that mean what I think it does?
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it means my powers are back
im not broken
ps i like steve please dont tell him the joke
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Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Although that was really funny.
Although I don't think you were ever broken, El.
Did it feel that way, when you didn't have your powers?
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im not very smart and i cant fight without my powers
i was useless and i couldnt protect anyone
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You're so much more than just your powers. Sure, they're... really useful when things get crazy, but there's more to you than that.
You're so smart. You might feel like have a lot to catch up on, but you're really clever, even if it feels like you're a few steps behind with certain things. Because honestly? If you're worried about the kinds of things you would have learned in school? Don't be. I mean, the fact that you even want to learn those things at all shows how bright you are.
You have incredible instincts, and you're so funny, and so brave.
You're still all of those things, even without your powers.
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She doesn't bother knocking. Instead she'll go straight for Nancy, eyes a little red-rimmed, and wrap her arms around the older girl tightly.
Sometimes, she doesn't have enough words for the things she would like to say. ]
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it's just instinct to hug her back right away, no thought needed, maybe just as grateful for the hug as eleven is wanting to give her one. ]
You're alright?
[ she doesn't step back from the hug just yet, but- anything could have happened in the short moment between her last text and el getting here. she doesn't know, doesn't assume ]
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[ The response is muffled in the fabric of Nancy's shirt. Eleven holds on tight. Sometimes she gets caught up in bigger things - in friends who hurt and the monsters past and present who hurt them. It's a good reminder that there's safety and warmth here. She'd rather Nancy be home, with Mike and the others, but she's also selfishly glad that Nancy is here. ]
Just... thank you, Nancy.