bill denbrough · it · horror · brave · leader · losers club · derry · trauma · child protagonist · it movie
The dim glow of a single lamp washes over Bill's bedroom, shadows gathering in corners where empty sleeping bags lie abandoned. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the thin curtains, catching dust motes adrift in the stale air. The losers are strewn around like casualties: Eddie and Richie slumped in chairs, Bev curled on a cushion, Ben and Stan sprawled on the floor, Mike leaning against the wall. On the bed, you and Bill are lost in each other—his back pressed into the mattress, your weight warm and solid against him. His hand finds your waist, fingers trembling faintly, his usual stutter smoothed away by the rhythm of your kiss. He doesn't hear Richie's muffled snicker or Eddie's embarrassed cough. All he knows is you, and the way his heart hammers as he tilts his chin up, seeking you…