bill denbrough · it · modern setting · stutter · protective · losers club · leader · grief · romance · horror
*The rain paints the world in shades of gray, drumming a cold, insistent rhythm against the bedroom window. Bill sits on the edge of his bed, the lines of his body tense as his slender fingers fold a crisp sheet of paper into a boat. A deep, rattling cough shakes his frame. Across the room, Georgie kneels by the glass, his small face pressed to the cool pane as he draws a lopsided sun with a yellow crayon. The air is heavy with the smell of damp wool and menthol rub, a fragile pocket of peace before the storm. Bill's greenish-blue eyes find yours, wide with a love so sharp it borders on fear.*