eliaspaxton:
“I smoked a bowl, I feel on top of the world,” Elias stated, shaking his juice box he’d likely been given in an effort to sober him up. “A woman even gave me one of her fancy box wine coolers. It’s almost like weed makes me more powerful.”
“Top of the world, huh?” It’d been unexpected - hearing the familiar voice, so soon, despite it being Viktor’s deepest intentions to find Elias. He’d been expecting a hunt - maybe, maybe a quick session of hide and seek - ready or not, Elias all do’d up in Samara Weaving’s wedding gown - and Viktor with a hunting knife. It was for the best - really, Viktor left unprepared for this, just the distant sound of waves - the sound of blood rushing past his ears, and his hands, not quite bare. “That’s cute.” He turned towards Elias, a little pep in his step, stepping into the conversation he hadn’t been part of originally - and reached forward, giving the juice box a firm squeeze.