#lostlimb

[castedlove]

@lostlimb gets a random starter out of the blue because reasons

      eddie stopped as he looked down at the small boy. he knew this child, he knew this child from years forgotten, but the moment that he saw the younger denbrough brother, he knew something was wrong. 

     he was dead. he didn’t make it. that fucking clown got him and he could remember his arm being torn off, being bitten down into and him being dismembered because of it. and now, he was here--wherever here was. 

     fuck. 

          “georgie...you might not recognize me--you might not even remember me but i’m eddie--e-eddie kaspbrak your brother’s friend.” he was doing his best not to break down right now as he saw the smile on the small boys face light up. he didn’t want to ruin the happiness georgie was feeling after all.

[wiinstons]

It’s a wild Georgie hugging onto his legs

                         he really, really, REALLY doesn’t like little kids.       most of them freeze up and are too scared to say anything whenever the hood comes near, but georgie… he wasn’t like that. although dallas would never say it, he at first thought it was pathetic just how innocent the kid was- that he would be the type of kid to grow up and probably get easily walked all over.                                                                                                                         but now there was something about this little shit kid that made him one of dal’s only exceptions. maybe it’s because he sees that there is actually good in georgie and he doesn’t want the child to turn out like him.

ruffling the much younger boy’s hair with a lazy grin, he gave a quick pat on the back. “what? you wouldn’t think that i’m headin’ off without ‘ya, right?”

[deliciousfear]

Clings to penny’s legs

        IT leans over and boops his nose, “Remember, we must use... our words when we want... something.” IT says softly at the boy.

@lostlimb

[deliciousfear]

"Up, up..." IT says softly, turning around to lift up the small boy easily. Resting him against his chest one arm stays to hold him and the other is carefully getting together some blankets and toys that IT gathered to make Georgie his own nest. So he would have his own place to sleep instead of just here and there,

                   “... nest for you, sleep...” IT says softly, motioning to his creation.

@lostlimb // closed.

[deliciousfear]

pats the clowns head gently

   “Stop being so cute...”

@lostlimb

[brotherfailed]

“I hit my head.”

Injuries meme

Bill had been working at his desk, tapping away at his typewriter as he drafted up the latest story to pop into his head. He’d go back and refine it later, of course, but for now, he just wanted to get it on paper before he forgot where he wanted to go with it. His attention, however, left the typewriter as Georgie spoke and his eyes were instantly on him.

How easy was it for him to slip out of budding writer mode and into concerned big brother mode?

Bill didn’t often say it out loud because that would be EMBARRASSING but he loved the kid. He’d been so happy when his parents brought him home, determined to be the best big brother he could be.

The sound of the piano playing could still be heard, so he figured Georgie must have come to him first and that thought made him feel all warm inside. He rolled his eyes, pretending to be all bothered that Georgie had interrupted him before standing up, gesturing for Georgie to take his seat.

“Lemme s-see.”