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Started August 24, 2020 by Deleted user

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"Yeah, you can start with a pen!" Flynn smiled, straightening up from the drawer. He grabbed a black ballpoint pen off of the top of the bedside table and tossed it lightly to Eli. "Just anywhere on the wall is fine. I also want to put our handprints up there eventually, but that'll be messy. Maybe some other time," he thought aloud. Stooping back over, Flynn continued to rummage through the wide drawer until he found what he was looking for and pulled it out triumphantely. It was a human skull, at least a few decades old by the looks of it. The jaw was still attatched to the bottom - most likely glued shut at the hinge. However, it wasn't just a regular old human skull. Flynn had painted flowers on it, beautiful bursts of blue, red, yellow, and purple against the pure white. Delicately painted vines and leaves twirled around the flowers, weaving them together in a little dance.

Flynn set it carefully on Eli's bed, still staring at it. For once, he wasn't grinning like a fool. "It reminds me of you," he said softly, still staring at the empty sockets of the skull. Flynn shook his head quickly, suddenly realizing he might sound like a creep. "I mean- Let me explain." Flynn picked the skull up gently, as if it were a frail baby, then perched on the end of Eli's bed. He didn't look up at him, still staring down at the thing in his lap. "For me, this project means a lot. I um…." he trailed off, struggling to get the words out. "I killed someone a long time ago. No, this isn't their skull. I found this one in a collapsed catacombs while I was exploring a few hundred years ago. But that's not the point," Flynn said softly. "The point is, I'm a murderer. I didn't have a motive. Something just came over me and I did it, for fun I guess. I paid the price for it. I still do, to this day." He paused, his voice dark. "I'm a murderer. But I like to think that I've changed since then. I like to think I'm a better person now. And I'll always be a murderer, but maybe I'm not a really bad one. I'll never really forgive myself for taking that person's life away. I won't. But I do like to think I've changed since then. Our mistakes do make up a large part of us, yes. But they don't define us. I am not just a murderer. I'm a painter, and a writer, and a singer, and a murderer. I'm Flynn. And I think it's important to know that. I want you to know that." He paused again, then finally looked up at Eli. His eyes glistened slightly, but the threat of tears was over at this point. "Now, this project. I'm painting flowers on a skull. Why is that important? Well… flowers mean rebirth. Flowers come in the spring, when everything is new and full of life. Flowers mean change, for me." He briefly glanced over to the flowers on his wall, then looked back to Eli. "So yes, I'm a murderer, represented by the skull. But the flowers represent something new, a new birth out of an old death." He let those words sink in for a moment, liking how that was phrased. "A new birth out of an old death…" he whispered to himself, looking back down at the skull again. Flynn smiled and looked up at Eli, holding out the thing to him. "It reminds me of you because I feel like this is a new rebirth. This is a new chapter in my life, that I'm looking forward to spending with you. I hope you do, too."

Eli smiled.

((Is that okay? Lol))

Eli grew a tiny bit weirded out by the fact that there was now a skull on his bed. A SKULL. . . I should've switched dorms when I had the chance to. He thought to himself as he stared at Flynn, who seemed to be in a trance at the moment. He listened to the other boy's words, starting to get a little weirded out, I uhm, I don't like this. I'm sharing a room with a killer, an actual killer. . .Good God. . . He thought as a shudder went done his spine, Well, philosophically speaking, he's not wrong, just because someone has done something doesn't make that them. And plus, something as cute as he is deserves a second chance at life, everyone does. I mean, I don't, I've done too much shit, but he does, he's adorable. "Oh, uhm, I look forward to it too, but I uhm, you can keep the skull, at least until you finish it, I mean, take as much time as you need to on it."

Flynn looked up again, tears pricking his eyes as he pulled away, putting the skull back in the drawer. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, looking at the ground. “I know I’m a bad person. And I probably scared you. I’m sorry…” he whispered again, then laid down on his own bed, facing away from Eli. A few tears slipped down his cheeks, ones that Eli couldn’t see. It didn’t matter that he would never, ever even dream of hurting Eli. He still scared him, and still felt horrible about it. He honestly still felt horrible about the whole thing.

((Don't worry about it, you legit wrote a whole validictorian speech right there))

Eli groaned under his breath, shaking his head at the other boy, "Flynn, I didn't say I don't want the skull, I like the symbolism behind, but I don't do well with dead stuff, even if they are as beautiful as that, okay? You didn't scare e at all, I understand those feelings, you're talking to a guy who grew up in a wolf pack, I know-knew a lot of wolves who killed for fun not for food, I just didn't expect you to do something like that, you're so sweet." He said quietly, moving to the other boy's bed and sitting down next to him, gently rubbing his back, "Please don't cry," he said softly, trying his best to calm him, "I'll take the skull if you'd like." I just won't ever touch it, that's all.

Flynn sat up quickly and buried his head into Eli's chest, just crying his heart out. He was unable to speak for a few minutes, then pulled back. Flynn wiped his snotty nose, his eyes red. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "You don't have to take it. And I'm sorry for crying on you," he whispered again. "I just have trouble making friends sometimes, if you can't already tell." Flynn looked at the ground, tears forming in his eyes again.

Eli shook his head, still holding the smaller boy close to him, "Please don't cry. . ." He said again, unsure of what to do, he wasn't the best in situations like these, or really any when it came to having to deal with people and their emotions. But he felt about this, almost as if he felt responsible for this boy, "N-no, it's okay, I'd like to take it, I just, I really appreciate it. And don't worry about the crying." He said with an awkward pat on the boy's back, "It's fine, I didn't really like this sweater anyways, so now I have a reason to get rid of it now." Eli said trying to smile at the other boy and make him feel a bit better. "But, I'm already your friend, you don't have to give me things to make me more of your friend, that's not right."

Flynn nodded slowly, wiping his eyes on his own sleeve. "I didn't know we were already friends," he mumbled, looking down. He looked back up again, nodding to Eli's sweater. "And you can have one of mine, if you'd like. I think I have one in your size, one that I like to wear occasionally. It's been with my other clothes, though, so I'll probably have to wash it beforehand. Unless you want it to smell like me," he explained, wiping his eyes again. Flynn stood and grabbed the sweater out the closet, holding it close to his chest like it was a safety blanket. It was a light yellow, one not garish but quite pretty. Flynn squinted a bit at the window, the dying light of day barely shining through, then looked back to Eli.

Eli, "I wouldn't still be here if we weren't friends. I don't like staying around people that I don't have a connection with, so if I'm staying with you, then we're friends." He said with a slight shrug, watching Flynn get up, "You don't have to give me anything, I mean, it'd be nice, but I don't want to take something from you. I mean, it just doesn't feel right if that makes sense. It's a sweet gesture, but I couldn't do that. I could borrow it from you, but I don't want to take it from you."

Flynn nodded slowly, then handed the sweater to Eli. "It's okay. I want you to have it. That's what friends do, right? You can have that instead of the skull," Flynn smiled, a little sadly. He yawned largely, the room now almost all the way dark. "I'm going to hit the hay, if that's alright?" he smiled, hoping Eli would go to sleep so he could be alone for a while.

Eli's ears perked up a bit when the boy walked back over, "Uhm okay then, Flynn, but I just, I mean, fine. . ." He took the sweater, neatly folded it up and put in his dresser along with his other long sleeved shirts, "I, well, that's a good idea." He said softly, morphing to his wolf form for no apparent reason, he honestly just felt like doing it, so he went for it. Eli lept swiftly onto his bed and stretched out on it, making himself comfortable, "Good night Flynn, sleep well."

Flynn curled up under his covers, fully clothed but not really caring at this point. "Good night…" he mumbled, yawning again. Flynn closed his eyes and began to breathe evenly, as if he was asleep. Really, he was waiting for Eli to fall asleep so he could get some things done under the cover of night. As soon as he was sure Eli was asleep, Flynn gently floated out of his bed, not walking so he wouldn't make any noise. He removed the cabinet of curiosities and all his random toys and bobbles, placing them in a cloth bag. The only things left were his clothes in the closet, his blankets and pillows on the bed, and the painting on the wall. Flynn floated out of the room and out of the building, then threw it all away in the dumpster. He brushed his hands off on his pants, then floated back in and laid back down, drifting off to sleep after a few minutes.