closed starter || @zedekiah-vasile || eli
a little over four months ago to the day, eli vogel found himself sitting across from a man, a glass of vodka in hand and a distinctly uncontrollable twitch in his foot that bounced his knee up and down until his arches felt close to collapse. if he remembers correctly, the question was: am i fired? and the answer was by the way, everything you’ve ever known is a lie and you’ll never be able to look your mother in the face ever again.
to say the least, it’s been a process to accept the blood that runs through his veins.
“Zed,” and here they are, sat across from each other-- eli’s leg still bounces softly, causing the whiskey in his glass to form angry little waves. he brings it to his lips, sips, and allows it to sink between his knees. his back is hunched roundly, elbows planted firmly on his thighs. what was it that dimitri told him? ah--
“Maybe you’re going to need to have a drink first.”
when an animal senses danger, it hides its belly.
