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/⠀@ruinedvoids,  yuuuupp

*/    ACROSS  THE  BOARD 

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. 

──    .ᐟ  @ruinedvoids ,
            
            shit,  like,  actually ??   {  konnie  looks  painfully  childlike  as  she  pushes  herself  to  her  knees,  unable  to  sit  still  for  more  than  a  few  moments  at  a  time.  }    but  the —   the  chair  thing,   when  they  smash  it  on  your  back,   that's  actually  real ??  {  her  nose  wrinkles  then,  wincing  sympathetically  at  the  idea.  }    they  don't  pay  you  enough.   are  you  sure  you'll  be  okay  with  bozo  the  clown ??  
            
            */   she's  so  concerned  STOP ,,

iD:     @scarreddreams- 
            
            (he smiles, shaking his head — this was a question he got asked almost everyday — either this, or a fifty year old man yelling at him across the street wrestling was fake.)    “the fights are real.” (he starts out, that sweet smile on his lips never vanishing.) “.. the storylines in wrestling aren’t.. always real. but it’s just like.. acting in a way. it’s a script, right? but.. the fighting is .. definitely real. my body’s always screaming in pain.” (   he tries to joke with her, a slight giggle slipping past his lips.  ) 

──    .ᐟ  @ruinedvoids ,
            
            {  she  won't  do  it.   she  won't  do  it,   soft  hands  and  kind  words  or  not,   she  won't  admit  that  she's  aching  the  way  that  runs  far  deeper  than  the  stitches  eddie's  shaking  hands  applied  or  the  blood  spotting  her  hairline  from  hitting  the  bedside  table.   she  won't  say  her  daddy  left  her  and  she  doesn't  know  if  he  wants  her  to  come  home  with  him,   doesn't  know  if  she  belongs  ANYWHERE,  and  the  idea  of  not  is  scarier  than  the  idea  of  dying.  the  smile  she  attempts  is  a  falsified  thing  that  eventually  falls  flat,   insincere  no  matter  how  hard  she  tries.  }   it's  a  shitty  fucking  story.    {  she  says,  the  deadpan  rough  with  the  tears  that  have  wracked  through  her  body.  }   it's  not  worth  telling,  man.   i'm  glad  i'm  not  dead  and  at  least  i  still  have  my  leg.   everything  else  doesn't  matter,   alright?   

iD:     @scarreddreams- 
            
            (dylan’s smile falters the second she says it — i could say i won a shark fight. it’s the kind of joke that would normally get a snort out of him, but not this time. not when he can still see the dried blood at her hairline, the bruises painting her skin. he runs a hand down his face, trying to bite back the wave of panic curling in his chest.  )   “konnie…” his voice drops, low and rough. “don’t do that. don’t act like it’s nothing.”  (he steps closer, eyes darting over her, every mark sinking its claws into him. his throat feels tight. he doesn’t even realize his hands are shaking a little until he reaches out and steadies her face in them, thumb brushing her cheek.) “you could’ve been seriously hurt,” he says, almost whispering, but the tremor in his tone gives him away. “you think i’d just laugh that off? i’ve already lost enough people i care about, i can’t—” he stops himself, jaw clenching. “just.. be careful, kon. please.” (he whispers, taking a deep breath.)   “.. what..  what happened?”