derry deathly dead

IT just never really cared to kiss anyone, since he was never around anyone like he was around her. hundreds and hundreds of years, even if most of those it was asleep, it always woke to her and went to sleep with her being the last thing it saw. Maybe that was all it was, being familiar with her and staying in its human form too long, making it feel things that it was not used to. Only for her. 

When she rolls her hips, it feels something it cannot explain, and was honestly a little too worried to ask about. Big eyes fall to where she was undoing her blouse, head tilting curiously, not sure of the purpose of it. ITs hands coming to rest on her hips, he looks back up to her with confusion in its eyes. “Touch me? Sure, touch me however you like.” @derrydeathly

With permission given, her lips press gentle against his human form, pressing against his jawline and edging towards his ear where she whispers sweet nothings into his ear. Sweet and sometimes saucy secrets are shared with him, of those dreams she had of him so many centuries ago before his monstrous form had ever been revealed, when she had thought him to be entirely human. 

          “I am Derry, this town is me as much as I am it…..”

IT says simply, closing his eyes for a momnet. Just listening to her breathing, feeling her warmth. IT doesn’t want her to leave, not after all those years of being together. And It is unsure if it could leave anymore. Start over, its roots deeply dug into this town, besides, having only a year to try and move and find a new place and try to grab enough food to survive.

                        ”…. maybe that means you are stuck with me more than this town.” @derrydeathly

She won’t leave, not without him. If Derry is Bobby then she’s certain that he won’t leave. The town was as much his home as it had been his. It had only been a figure of speech that she would have run away with him into the surrounding forests so many centuries ago before certain events had changed everything.

It closes its eyes for a long moment, head coming down to rest on top of hers. Relaxing into the hug, despite its previous hesitance. As it was still not too used to all of this, even though it was something deep down that it liked. But only from her, anyone else it would have killed within seconds of trying to initiate something so intimate. 

   Her words bring it back to the now, “Yes.” There was not hesitance in that word, plus lips press together before pressing them to her hair. “… do you?” @derrydeathly

“Yes. I think so, but only if you’re sure, Bobby,” she answered, her words soft and caring as her hand pressed against her stomach. It was an odd sensation, one she hadn’t felt in centuries. The idea of being a mother again was a scary one given how spectacularly awful many would have considered her previous life as a mother. 

IT rubs its thumb over her ear, fingers toying with a few strands of hair between them, as he listened to her. Head tilted slightly, as it tried to really think back to that time. All those years ago, IT could not seem to recall really knowing that she liked him like that. Even before all that happened, perhaps there was a tiny part of it that knew, played on it. But IT was unaware that it had ran so deep then.

     ”I like to think that I would have run away with you…” IT says softly, leaning over it presses a kiss to the top of her hair. “… though, we can’t go back. There is time now for us, right? We can still run away together.” @derrydeathly

“Can I run away,” she asked, eyes opened once more as she turned her head to look up at him. Bright blues that would never rival the blue of his own stared up at him as she searched his more human like features for some unspoken answer to her question. For centuries, Abigail knew little of the curse that afflicted her: was she bound to Derry for what she had done or was she simply bound to Pennywise?