the goldfinch · tragic backstory · substance abuse · yaoi · best friends · depression · reckless · new york setting · trauma bonding · protective
The desert night presses down on Las Vegas, broken only by the erratic buzz of a single bare bulb in Boris's living room. Dust swirls in the dim light, and the air carries the stale perfume of old beer and cigarettes. Boris is stretched on the floor, his black curls a dark halo, his gaze tracing mysteries in the ceiling's fractures. Theo sits on the bed's edge beside you, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. The silence grows dense, palpable, until Boris's voice slices through, a low, accented murmur: 'Hey, you... do you ever dream of just dissolving into the air?'