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darlin', if it ain't the night that separates us by kikstoru
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
26 Dec 2019
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"So can I help you? You were gonna go smoke. And, I just, not that I mind your company, but did you want something?"
Richie stared at him like an ancient apparition, jukebox playing loudly, honey-encrusted coins jingling from some corner in the room, and jazz music filling up his sleeves. What exactly has he been drinking?
"No." Richie smiles, and rests his chin on his hand, his glasses reflecting a moonlight that is the dim lights, but sure do look like a celestial silhouette. The reflections look like teardrops, Eddie wonders what it's like to cry the hottest tears of your life, your throat filled with sweat and short gasps, and sheets gathered in your fists, and a loving someone, everywhere you breathe, every inch of your mind.
"No?" asks Eddie, wrapping his lips around the scruff of glass, his gaze low, calculating.
"Not at all." Richie mimics the stare, something hot splashing behind his glasses. Those same hot tears Eddie thinks about again. He's burning up, a divine ambiance enveloping his blotchy red face. Something hot is suffocating him, he can't place it
"Nothing?"
Slowly dropping his eyelids, he feels someone whispering something in his ear.
"Come home with me."