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@blackwidcw / ONE STEP CLOSER… TO DASHING!!! 

@ruinedvoids 
            
            / i did just make an IT oc not that long ago..  @derrysprick

iD:     @writersdark- 
            
            “i know.” (his voice softens for his little brother, tears in his own eyes.) “i know he was, bub. and it’s not fair. it’s not fair that you had to see that.”(pause.) “but listen to me— i can’t lose you too, alright? i can’t. i need you to come back to me, okay? come back to us. to me. take a breath. just one.” 

iD:     @writersdark- 
            
            (bill’s voice sounds far away, like it’s coming through static. she’ll be okay, dyl. the words should mean something, should calm him—but they don’t. they just echo in his head until they start to sound like georgie’ll be okay. and that thought alone makes his breath hitch. because he’s heard those words before. and georgie never came back. dylan’s throat feels tight. there’s a buzzing in his ears, his hands won’t stop shaking, and his chest is burning with that familiar, hollow panic that never really went away. “she should’ve been back by now,” he says, voice trembling, barely above a whisper. “she—she wouldn’t just disappear, bill, not her.” his eyes dart around like he’s trying to find her in the dark, like she might just appear if he looks hard enough. he presses his hand over his mouth, trying to steady his breathing, but it’s useless. it feels like his ribs are closing in. )“i told her to stay close,” ( he murmurs, voice breaking. ) “i told her not to go off on her own.” ( his eyes fill with tears, spilling over before he even realizes it.) “god, bill, what if something happened? what if—” ( he cuts himself off, shaking his head like saying it out loud will make it real. “i can’t—i can’t lose her too.” (he starts walking without realizing it, each step hesitant, his eyes scanning the dark. “brielle?” his voice cracks around her name. “bri, c’mon, sweetheart… please, just answer me.”his voice breaks, standing in the empty hallway at the library loft.)   “please…” (  it’s barely a whisper now, choked with fear. his breath comes fast and shallow, shoulders shaking, tears catching in the corners of his mouth. “just—just let her be okay.”)
            
            /      HIS BABY. 

──    .ᐟ  @ruinedvoids ,
            
            {   it's  strange,   how  soon  the  curtain  can  fall  with  nothing  more  than  one  swift  tug  on  the  tassels.  konnie  isn't  focused  on  anything  in  particular  as  she  stares  out  across  the  quarry,   hair  still  slipping  loose  from  the  ponytail  she  hasn't  bothered  to  fix.   she  aches,  but  distantly.   nothing  feels  real,   hasn't  since  andi  helped  drag  her  out  of  a  crumbling  house.   when  she  does  speak,  her  voice  is  rough,   eyes  uncharacteristically  dull  with  an  exhaustion  she's  beginning  to  sense  runs  bone  deep.  }     i  didn't  have  to.    {  she  dismisses,   the  credit  that  doesn't  belong  to  her  easy  to  distance  herself  from.  }    people  die  alone  all  the  goddamn  time,  you  know ??    {  she  does.   she  doesn't  need  an  answer.  }   he  do—  didn't.   he  didn't  deserve  to.   not  after  everything.   {  not  after  caring  about  her.   not  after  saving  her  dad.   with  a  sigh  through  her  nostrils  konnie  continues  to  watch  the  others  below,   the  sight  of  her  father's  heartbreak  enough  to  call  a  small  part  of  her  back  to  reality.   he  doesn't  have  to  tell  her  what  hurts.   she  already  knows.  the  blood  clinging  to  her -  her  face,   her  hands,   her  clothes -  feels  like  some  sick  momento  rather  then  the  horror  show  it  is.   this  is  all  she  has  left  of  him,  and  dad  can  only  be  feeling  worse.  }    

iD:     @scarreddreams- 
            
            (dylan doesn’t say anything at first. the air outside the tunnels feels wrong—too clean, too open after everything down there. his hands are still trembling, his clothes soaked in his own blood, his heartbeat refusing to slow. he glances at konnie, at the hollow look in her eyes, the blood still streaked on her hands. he swallows hard.)  “…you don’t have to,” he says quietly. “not now.” (he hesitates, walking side by side with her. his voice breaks halfway through the next sentence.) “i just— i saw him, kon. i saw what you had to—” (  he can’t even finish it. his jaw locks, his chest heaving like he’s been running for miles. he wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, his own blood smeared all over his own body, but it’s useless; the tears still fall. he couldn’t save anyone… he almost lost himself. pennywise’s dead lights, burning through his skull, freezing him where he stood. his whole body had gone slack, mind slipping into that endless white abyss where nothing existed but terror and surrender. for a moment, he thought it was over—he knew it was over—he’d felt his soul slipping out like water. and then bill’s voice had cut through the void, hands on him, dragging him back from the edge. if it weren’t for bill, he’d still be staring into nothing. but maybe bill shouldn’t of done anything to save him— if eddie and stan can’t be here, why should he— he pushes it down for now. konnie needs someone.) “.. you—you stayed. you held him. you didn’t run. that takes more strength than i’ve ever had.” (he leans back just enough to look at her, his voice barely above a whisper.) “you don’t have to talk about what happened. not tonight. not tomorrow. but don’t shut me out, okay? you’re not alone in this. i’ve got you.” (then, softer—almost broken.)  “we made it out for a reason. so i’m not letting anything take you from me now. not ever.”
            
            / THIS MAKES ME SICK.