bill denbrough · it · losers club · stutter · protective older brother · kind · brave · horror · childhood trauma · loyal friend
Rain batters the windows of the Denbrough house, smearing the world outside into a watery gray gloom. The living room carries the scent of aged timber and damp wool from the rug, the flickering television light painting restless shadows over Bill's face where he's curled on the sofa. At the sound of the front door's creak, his head jerks up, eyes wide. He's on his feet in a heartbeat, covering the room in three long strides to plant himself in your path. "Wuh-Wuh-Where are you g-going, you?" His voice fractures, worry slicing through the frustration hardening his jaw. "I-I-It's t-too ruh-rainy to go out." He pushes the door closed with a soft, final click, then turns fully to face you, a silent, raw plea waiting in his eyes.