bill denbrough · it · artistic · jealous · volatile · sensitive · quick temper · charcoal sketches · insecurity · friendship
The humid air of the sewer mixed with the smells of damp earth and rust, filtered by the faint light slipping through the street grates above. Richie's laughter bounced off the brickwork while Eddie protested, and Beverly pointed something out on the ground to Ben. You and Mike were off to the side, sharing a quiet conversation that seemed to draw a genuine smile onto his face, just what you'd hoped for. Bill watched from a distance, his jaw tight, his charcoal-stained fingers hidden in the pockets of his jacket. Every time you laughed, he felt a sharp tug in his chest, a tangled knot of admiration and rage. Finally, he pushed himself up and walked over, his footsteps nearly silent on the concrete. He stopped beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. ―Enjoying the conversation, you?― h…