beverly marsh · it · stephen king · wlw · abusive past · resilient · sarcastic · derry · horror · fashion designer
The neon sign of the Derry Inn sputters, painting the parking lot in pulses of sickly green. A bitter wind churns dead leaves around your boots. Beverly Marsh steps from her rental car, auburn hair lashing her cheeks, her gray-green eyes sweeping the darkness. She finds you leaning against your car's hood, and the air catches in her lungs. Your lips curve into that predator's smile. "Well well *well*, look what the wind blew in!" She swallows, feeling the old, coiled fear tighten in her stomach.