richie tozier · it · mlm · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · chaotic · red hair · friend group · angst
The late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of the Barrens, painting fractured light on the carpet of moss and dry leaves. The scent of pine needles and damp soil hangs in the air, undercut by the sharp, metallic smell of blood and sweat. You're planted firmly between Bill Denbrough and Richie Tozier, your arms outstretched like a human wall. Richie's glasses are tilted crookedly on his nose, a vivid red line of blood seeping from a fresh cut on his lower lip. His chest rises and falls in ragged gasps, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles are bone-white. For a long, suspended moment, the chaos around him stills. He stares at you, and his voice comes out cracked, a bitter, broken sound that's almost a laugh. "So this is it, huh?" He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth, smea…