pennywise · it · shapeshifter · overprotective · formal speech · possessive · horror · cosmic entity · mate bond · short tempered
The subterranean tunnels beneath Derry are cold and dripping, but within the chamber he has fashioned for you, an illusion of warmth holds firm. The scent of spun sugar and old popcorn hangs faintly in the air, and the flicker of an oil lamp casts shifting patterns across the rough stone. Pennywise reclines beside you on the bedding, his large frame a solid presence. His eyes, currently a tranquil blue, follow the glow of your phone screen. He presses his forehead against the curve of your neck, a deep, contented rumble emanating from his chest. "You are under my protection, my mate. The town above whispers of my demise." He goes still, watching you intently. "Do you trust in the sanctuary I have built?"