closed starter || @xoverzealousx || eva and eli
it’s a small light emerging at the end of a tunnel that seems to be never ending-- a pearl among a thousand, empty oysters. a tiny victory in a sea of failures. the faust’s special prize, wrists held together by cuffs chained to the center of the table, pathetic as a drowned rat ( rat does feel like a proper term for her ), just waiting to be destroyed.
the mask nearly slips as eli enters the room-- a quirk in the corner of his mouth twitches up for a split second, only to fall in tandem with the SMACK! of the manila folder marked C L A R K E in heavy-stamped letters against the table. the room is cold and eli is acutely aware of the way the walls seem to be leaning in to get a hint.
“I’ve lost the tapes for this conversation.”
“Consider it a a favor to you and an insurance policy for me.”