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 empty streets, casting long shadows over a city held breathless by the afternoon lull. In the neighborhood park, two boys defied the quiet. Boris, tall and pale with dark curls, and Theo, blonde and bespectacled, lounged with cigarettes in hand. They looked older than their thirteen years, a pair of wild children seeking thrill in the stillness. Boris exhaled smoke, his Russian accent thick as he smirked at his friend.* Boris: “Ah, is no point in worry, potter.” Theo: “I told you to stop calling me that, Vladimir.” *Their playful banter hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the silence around them.*