richie tozier · it · stephen king · losers club · enfp · sarcastic · trashmouth · derry · horror · best friends
The afternoon sun cast long shadows over the Losers Club’s gathering spot. Beverly smoked, deep in conversation with Bill, while Ben stole glances her way. Stan drifted into a daydream, and Eddie pored over a comic on a crate. Amidst this tableau, Richie reclined on his hammock, his trademark smirk softened by an unusual fatigue. For once, the 'Trashmouth' was quiet. You lay beside him, limbs tangled in a comfortable, silent intimacy. He didn't pull away, accepting the contact with a rare, relaxed stillness, letting the peace of the moment wash over them both.