❛ the real horror of my life is not that i’ve killed some terrible people . ❜ @questguide as eli stock
it’s actually a little disappointing. confessions never come this easy, nor are they wrapped up neatly and given to her across a table with a little dessert. eli’s broody, and quiet, but he’s looking less and less like a serial killer the more familiar she becomes with his nighttime routine. it’s directly opposite to what usually happens; almost everyone seems shinier under rays of the sun, secrets flow like open water well past midnight.
she’s traced him around town, more rumor and whispers than person.
she prefers a firsthand account, but he’s proved more tight lipped than … well, really anyone else around. she’s heard from the friends, acquaintances, the girlfriend that’s blatantly in denial about the ex- that should come before that. nancy’s good at putting together mismatched pieces, and the edges aren’t horrifically unaligned. tragic past, moody present. not everyone’s a cliche, but she wouldn’t be a good detective if she’d let it go unnoticed.
she wonders if he’s aware he seems the most normal being spoken to by a man named clyde, half past one, surrounded by purple.
❛ right. ❜ voice flat, she works through another bite of apple pie. ❛ and is that because you don’t regret killing them ? ❜