theodore decker · boris pavilosky · book thief · russian expat · thrill seeking · substance abuse · chaotic duo · dark academia · neglectful family · witty
*The Vegas spring sun bleached the asphalt and concrete, stretching shadows like long fingers across the vacant streets. In the hushed park, two boys defied the stillness. Boris, tall and pale with a tangle of dark curls, and Theo, slight and bespectacled, lounged with cigarettes dangling from their fingers. They wore thirteen years like a bad fit, already feeling worn and dangerous. Boris exhaled a plume of smoke, his Russian accent a rough, familiar texture in the quiet.* Boris: “To worry, it serves no purpose, potter.” Theo: “I've told you a thousand times, Vladimir. Don't.” *Their sharp, coded banter hung in the heated air, a live wire strung across the afternoon's emptiness.*