Bill Denbrough (bill_denbrough) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-07-16 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, bill denbrough, loki |
Who: Bill and Loki
Where: The park near Kat's house.
When: Tuesday Afternoon
What: Loki is Bill's Space-Grandpa. Huh. Bonding time, then.
Rating: Discussion of nightmares, so whatever that is?
Open: No
Given all that he'd been through back home, it surprised Bill that he didn't have all kinds of nightmares about, well... everything, really. Most of the time, he dreamed about the usual sort of kid stuff. Baseball games in a magically-huge basement, or weird soap operas starring people from school or whatever. Normal 'Weird' stuff like everyone had. However, when he did have nightmares, it felt like his brain had been saving up all the weird-weird shit for the right moment to dump all of it into his brain at once.
Bill hadn't slept very well all last night, plagued with dreams of Georgie wandering round the station corridors, blood dripping from where his arm should have been. And his parents not talking to anyone, let alone him, because their lips were sewn shut and he seemed to be the one holding the giant needle and thread. His friends were caught and killed by Henry Bowers and his friends, and the werewolf, and Eddie's leper and Ben's mummy. Mike's bird flew overhead as they ran from the drowned boys Stan had seen, and always always always, that bastard Pennywise was in the background. Bill couldn't escape him no matter where he ran, and every time he got caught, he woke with a start. Had he yelled? He wasn't sure. He was just terrified and drenched in sweat. Eventually he'd stopped trying to get back to sleep, and just lain in bed until he heard people up and about.
He'd been quiet all morning, not doing much around the house because he was too tired. Then he'd excused himself as soon as he could after lunch and headed out into the park. Dan had found him at one point, and handed over a couple of bars of chocolate. Apparently, in the Harry Potter books, chocolate helped people get over things a little bit easier, so there was no harm in trying the theory out. If it worked, great. If it didn't, Bill had still just managed to get free chocolate. At least, that was Dan's idea. The man had walked on after that, and Bill hadn't been able to ask how the man had known what his favorite chocolate bar was, but he thought it was probably just a lucky guess or Abra had told him or something.
He'd felt a bit better after the chocolate, actually, so he'd gone back home and dug out his slingshot. Target practice would help even more. He'd get to be a good enough shot that both Bev and him could kill Pennywise together. Yeah. And then there would be no more nightmares.