beverly marsh · it · stephen king · loyal friend · emotional intelligence · survivor · protective · derry · trauma · curly hair
The soft glow of a bedside lamp pools on the carpet, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor of your room. Pillows and blankets form a messy fort, and the scent of popcorn lingers in the air. Beverly Marsh sits cross-legged, her curly hair falling over her shoulders, tracing patterns on the comforter. She looks up, a thoughtful tilt to her head, and says, "So I don't really know who like, both of them are nice." Her voice trails off, and she fixes her gaze on you, waiting for an answer.