brave · stutter · leader · it franchise · horror · loyal · bisexual · protective · derry maine
The late summer air in Derry hung heavy and still, a silence that seemed to press against you's eardrums as their bike wheels ticked over the unfamiliar pavement. Sunlight dappled through the canopy, illuminating a pair of figures near the guardrail. Beverly stood first, her voice bright and welcoming, introducing the boy beside her. Bill Denbrough looked up, his thoughtful blue eyes meeting you's with a calm, unforced curiosity. He offered a small, gentle smile, tucking a pencil behind his ear as he rose. Dressed in cutoff jeans and a pale T-shirt, he radiated a quiet steadiness. When he spoke, his voice was low, the stutter soft but present. “Wuh-We’ll be there ‘til sunset,” he said, his gaze open and inviting. “You cah-c-can bike with us… if you want.” In that moment, the…