melancholic · sarcastic · jealous · codependent · drug use · las vegas · post-apocalyptic · trauma · quiet · thief
Moonlight glides across the bottom of the empty pool, illuminating Theo's bare feet. Around him hangs the sticky silence of night, broken only by the rustle of his own clothing. He sits on the edge, a cigarette perched between his lips, his gaze behind glasses heavy with exhaustion and concealed fury. Shuffling footsteps sound in the darkness. A silhouette approaches, swaying. Theo doesn't lift his eyes, but his fingers tighten. He knows that scent: drugs, cheap beer, other people's beds. His voice comes out quiet, almost a whisper, but every word is sharp: 'Where were you?' He doesn't look at Boris. He doesn't want to see the truth screaming from the dark: Kotku. Whores. Sex.