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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[The 4th of July had been a rough night. Kavinsky wasn't sure who it was worse on; himself or Skov. He'd been rougher on Skov than he deserved considering he'd saved Kavinsky's life, but maybe K hadn't wanted to be saved. He'd only started to quiet down when the nameless boy had approached. Things had been less rough after that, somehow. The worst part had been when Kavinsky went to look for him to talk to him, he was nowhere around. All he'd been left with was the flask--he held onto it for the moment when he'd see the boy again.

Kavinsky withdrew into himself for days after the 4th, wallowing in his misery, only coaxed out of it by his boys. They weren't always gentle with their coaxing, but it worked out in the end. Eventually, he started to feel like himself again, enough where he felt like throwing another party. He tried to tell himself he didn't care if he ever spoke to Lynch again, but that was a lie. Kavinsky had almost died because of him, or maybe it was K's fault and not Lynch's. It was a lot easier to blame someone else instead of himself for a change, though. It lifted a little of the weight off his shoulders.

He still wasn't quite one-hundred-percent when his substance party rolled around, but getting high helped. Anything that kicked him out of his head even a little made dealing with shit easier. He still wore his sunglasses even though it was night, but that didn't stop him from thinking he recognized someone. He could have been wrong, but he hadn't stopped thinking about the contents of the abandoned flask since that night. It wasn't normal, and he'd consumed enough dreams to know one when he encountered it. He was grasping at straws, hoping to not be let down again because he didn't think he'd be able to handle it-

Sliding down off the hood of his car, he made his way over to the boy at the nearly burned-out fire. The closer he got, the more certain he was that he was right. His pulse picked up a little, and he took a deep breath when he stopped a few feet from the other boy, exhaling on a sigh.]

I don't think I got your name before.

[He knew he hadn't, but he didn't want to frame it in an accusatory way for a change. He was rough around the edges, sure, but he also remembered how this boy had fled after helping. Kavinsky didn't want him to feel like he had to run again before he got some answers.]

i love it already

[richspoiledrotten]

[There's a tension in his body at first, but when he turns to face the other boy and recognizes his face despite the sunglasses, he relaxes. His mouth curling into an uneven sort of smile as he looks him over- more or less in one piece, as far as he can tell. The realization that he's actually glad this boy is some sort of okay is a strange sort of feeling, one he doesn't want to put into words, even if he knew how.

So he just shrugs his shoulders, drags fingers through his hair as he looks up to meet the other boy's eyes. Eli's are green, but a little too bright given the low light of summer night- how he's lit only by fading embers and the distant flare of headlights.]

Elijah. I'm glad you're still breathing.

[There's something a touch awkward to how he says it- like he half expects Kavinsky to mock him for saying it, and chooses to voice the words anyway. He doesn't know if the other boy needs to hear it, but- there are a lot of things he didn't say before whatever the fuck it was that happened to Dimitri on New Years.

Of course, Dimitri wouldn't have pulled a fucking fire dragon from his dreams, or the strange white horror of wings and claws it had been fighting with. No, nightmares that slipped from his dreams were distinctly Elijah's sort of problem. He'd say that's why he'd been drawn to help that night on the 4th, but in truth it was more basic than that. It was just-- he'd needed to do something, to not be helpless this time. To change it when it looked like things were going to shit.]

You're Kavinsky, right? Everyone here says your name.

[Depending on how much attention the dreamer had been paying to the strange boy in the leather jacket amidst the chaos of the 4th of July, Kavinsky might notice that most of Elijah's tattoos are different this time. Except for the sword hilt on his wrist.]

:3

[burnyoudown]

[He didn't notice anything different about Elijah's tattoos, but that might have been because he was captivated by his eyes. Something didn't seem entirely right about them, but Kavinsky had seen far, far stranger things than bright eyes.]

Yeah. Thanks.

[Kavinsky had been at odds with the whole still breathing thing since the 4th, on and off, but in the end, he guessed he was glad, too. He'd come so close to throwing everything away because of a boy, someone who clearly didn't seem to need him the same way he needed someone else like him. But maybe he could still have that--not with Lynch, but. Maybe, if he played his cards right (and he usually did).]

That's me. Guess you could say I'm kind of like royalty around here.

[He grinned, just for a moment. He was like Henrietta's dark king though, his kingdom the shadows and darkness. This place wouldn't be the same without him but he also wasn't stupid enough to think that anyone would genuinely miss him--they'd just miss what he could do for them.]

Do you want your flask back? I've been holding onto it.

[And usually, when something was left with him, he kept it. Like coats left behind at a party. But this was different, and he wanted to ask about more than just the flask. He wanted to ask what was in it, why it tasted like dreams--and he knew what they tasted like. He wanted to know what Elijah was, assuming he was anything at all and not just normal and powerless.]

Whatever's in it's got a kick.