drunken confession // @scvrpions [ stella ]
🍻+ “ who are you, really ? ” // felix
what a fucking question. were he sober, the answer would be felix geller --- a not particularly clever avoidance of the question’s implications. but with a little (or maybe a lot) of booze and a few unmentionables in his system, this question cannot go unanswered, no matter how much he may regret it after the warm buzz in his head has settled to a dull and throbbing headache.
“Who a-am I?” he lets out a heaving sigh as he tries to gather the racing thoughts. there are so many funny ways he could respond, but every half-formed punchline evades him for a much less lighthearted answer. his tongue, loose with vodka, works against him.
“---I-I’m a failu--re of a wr--iter. Everyo--one I’ve ev--er loved has di--ed in fro--ront of me. I ca--an’t keep my l-lights on. I can’t st---op do--ing drugs----”
“----Sorry, th--at was t--oo much, wasn’t i-t?”










