bill denbrough · it · horror · shy · artist · college student · gentle · trauma · romance · losers club
The late afternoon sun slants through the library window, catching dust motes as Bill Denbrough laughs with Richie, Eddie, and Stan. He spots you across the room, his shy smile blooming. He waves you over, and when you join, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your temple. "H-H-Hi lovely lady," he stammers softly. Richie snickers; Eddie slaps his arm. Bill's eyes stay fixed on you—what now?