#harrowed-heart

[pelcrow]

my friend and i had an idea...richiewise but still in love w eddie👀👀👀

i support this idea but make it emo

[s-stutteringbill]

Continued from here with @harrowed-heart​

harrowed-heart

“Not bad for cat shit I guess! Got any more?” He leans back in the chair next to you, and for a moment you catch his gaze, those puppy dog brown eyes - usually smiling- now filled to the brim with sorrow. It doesn’t make it onto his face, but it pools in his eyes like rain in a cistern. “Is that what you call these cinnamon “buns”? Because of the shit content?” He grins wide, but like the sorrow that doesn’t touch his face, the smile never reaches his eyes.

Bill isn’t blind to the look in his eye. It’s something he’s familiar with, when he looks at himself in the mirror and sees the hollow, glazed look of a man trying to carry on with decades of haunting grief sitting on his back like a stone gargoyle. Richie’s is different, of course, and Bill’s brow knits just slightly in worry, because he knows Richie’s held a lot back, so for something to pierce through his smile so blatantly must mean something is eating away and corroding at his resolute positivity like spitting acid or magma.

But Bill says nothing about it, and instead flicks his eyebrows up and pokes Richie’s shoulder with the tip of his fork with a little smile.

“It’s because you’re full of shit, Richie. You are what you eat and you looove shit.”

Bill isn’t great at comebacks, and the delivery is stilted at best.