[ it's strange how she's not actually the first to say that, and even if he does feel there's probably at least some truth to the statement, it feels as real as the smile he wears half the time. if margo were here, she'd probably chastise him for thinking otherwise, burying away whatever good there really is with the usual pomp and circumstance. she isn't though, and eliot feels worse for it, knowing that even though he knows what she would say, the reassurance loses all meaning unless he hears it from her himself.
no, he could never be that, could he? he'd even managed to fuck up the one thing the great cock said he'd been born to do, condemned his friends to the monster's games for nearly a year. that's not wise at all. ]
I don't know that I am. I've just been through a lot.
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no, he could never be that, could he? he'd even managed to fuck up the one thing the great cock said he'd been born to do, condemned his friends to the monster's games for nearly a year. that's not wise at all. ]
I don't know that I am.
I've just been through a lot.
thank you though el
you're very sweet