i just wonder how you see me. ( from victor! )
his face is momentarily blank. then he smiles, the way one might at a small dog that has given up its belly. a show of vulnerability that deserves its own reward.
the pigeon in his hands ruffles its wings with a burbling coo. oswald places it delicately back inside the coop with its fellows, which puff their iridescent breasts and tip their heads. ❛ as a diamond in the rough. ❜ latching the door, he peels off his surgical gloves, exposing his pale fat hands. one of them gestures to vic, almost patting him on the chest. ❛ with a little polishing, you could really be someone in this town. ❜
the wind slanting over the rooftop tugs at the hem of his coat. ❛ trust me. i am an expert in these things. ❜ his brow creases, as if with concern. ❛ you do trust me, don’t you? ❜
