@glimpseddarkness // grayson sent : “ who are you? “
meme // no longer accepting
“i dunno. i used t’ be esau stone. now ‘m– - eliot spencer. but some days that don’t feel right either. ‘m different, i think. than who i used t’ be. ‘m just eliot now but– - sometimes i think about what bein’ eliot spencer used t’ mean. sometimes it still means ‘m a murderer. sometimes it means ‘m a killer an’ a bad man, an’ someone t’ look out for. sometimes it means ‘m helpin’ people. ‘m doin’ th’ hard things t’ help people. i dunno ‘f any of that makes sense, or answers your question– - i dunno. i think a lotta th’ time ‘s gonna take me a long time t’ figure that out.” who is he? how is he different? what does he stand for? he hated that he wasn’t sure.
It was a simple question, or so he thought, but when he really thinks about it, such questions weren't easy for either of them. He regrets asking almost instantly on seeing and hearing Eliot struggle with the question it was unfair, cruel almost so ask him such a question. “It sorta does,” he smiles softly, his fingertips grazing the others arm in some attempt to help soothe the other. Neither of them knew who they were not really, he thinks long and hard before speaking, “Perhaps it’s time for you to just be, y’know?” He suggests knowing that he’s not really qualified to offer any sort of advice in this regard, “Perhaps its time to be Esau once more?”
