He slammed the door, he didn't seem to care about the noise. What looked like a messy ball of light hair emerged from the kitchen doorway, looking towards him.
"Damn, that was intense. You scared me." Elijah hanged his uniform jacket in one of the brass hooks, without saying anything. "Are you alright?" asked Uriel softly, his head leaning more outside of the room his body was in.
" Iam fine."
"Aw, come on..." He disappeared in the door frame. The shorter one walked in that direction and entered the room. Uriel was searching for something in the fridge, it was a bright orange liquid. "Wanna talk about it?" Elijah opened his mouth while frowning "No alcohol, is just Tangerine juice."
The soon-to-be preacher sat in one of the chairs, while the other took two vases and served them with a smile. The blond already had a spot for himself, filled with papers, pencils and what looked like some pretty old-fashioned lenses.
"So tell me. I know something is u-"
"Have you ever seen someone right before of them ending their life?"asked while interrupting to Uriel.
"You are talking about the corpse near the port, right?" The dark eyes of his flatmate met for a split second, and that confirmed it. "I did hear they were one of your kind. Is all over the city."
"And I think I know who is the.. dead one. And if is him, I may even know why he did it"
Uriel sat there glass in hand, already empty. "And you think that could've been avoided, right?"
"I do." He also finished his drink, and gave it to Uriel, who took both and washed them.
"I'l ltake care of the dinner. Do you like pasta?" Proposed the tall boy, ending the conversation and trying to lighten the mood. "we havecheese, tomato sauce..."
"Meatballs?" Elijah shoot with curiosity, he was craving some snow buffalo meatballs like the ones his mom made around that season.
"Nope, maybe next time when we have to do some shopping..."
Well, it was better than nothing. Elijah went to his room.
Once he started rewriting the annotations he did in class with a more legible calligraphy all of what happened during that day was left behind. He got lost between the theoric part of the subjects and the diagrams.
His mind came back to the reality when the aroma of tomato sauce flew to his nose, he looked through the window. To his surprise it was already dark outside.
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Ficção GeralElijah has moved to the great capital of Nova Lucia as a student of the Faith of the Good Book. It seemed like his stay was going to be calm and he even has made a friend, Antonio. But his roomate, Uriel, seems to have different plans. This is an ad...
