what fascinated victor 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 was the fact that something about eli was decidedly 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. he was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. on the surface, eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate’s face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. those fleeting slices fascinated victor. it was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. and their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.
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