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theqcontinuum: (Deep Thought)

[personal profile] theqcontinuum 2019-05-19 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Quentin had to take a moment. That conversation with Eliot had been...messed up was probably an understatement. He really hadn't appreciated the joke about Eliot dying because he'd already seen Eliot die two times too many. It wasn't some notion that he could wave away as some event that would happen in the far future. Even if Eliot had been an old man, because he'd gained all of those memories at once and because all but the most vivid were a generalized blur, it still felt as if he'd just lost Eliot.

And then Quentin had suggested a drink. He'd mostly been kidding because Eliot had already made his position clear. Quentin's sexuality wasn't good enough for Eliot. Never mind that he'd only had two really serious relationships and one of them had been platonic. Never mind that falling for his best friend was a thing he did, apparently. So he'd mostly been joking until Eliot said yes. Until Eliot called him sexy.

He wanted to go out with Eliot. Somewhere in the city, as far from the memory of Fillory as they could get. But he needed some kind of explanation about why. Why now. What had changed.

And now here was Eliot looking ridiculously...Eliot. Brakebills Eliot with the shirt and suspenders and vest and all Quentin wanted to do was ruffle him up a little bit, but if he did that, they wouldn't get anywhere. And Quentin wouldn't get his answers. Instead, he took a moment and ate Eliot up with his eyes.

"I can see that." Quentin hadn't. He'd just paced. And worried. And paced some more.

"Why now?"

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floppyhair: (oshit)

[personal profile] floppyhair 2019-07-20 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[The affection is nice while it lasts and then Eliot is badgering him again. His shoulders hunch and he rolls his eyes, and they settle decidedly away from El.]

Jesus El, do I have to literally take your memory away with magic to get you to let it go?

[Still hedging around it for as long as he can manage. The truth is he did this to himself.]

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late late late sorry!

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maisel: <user name="peaked"> (And I will play the bill!)

[personal profile] maisel 2019-09-28 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
What the hell is Mike's Hard Lemonade because I've had three and I feel FANTASTIC.
maisel: <user name="peaked"> (I'd adore ev'rybody)

[personal profile] maisel 2019-09-28 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe, but they don't make a cosmo good enough for me and I'd rather stab myself in the eye than drink a poor cosmo.

They're not THAT bad. A little too sweet. I can feel the gutrot starting. Easy down, though.

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mendingmancer: (pic#13090549)

[personal profile] mendingmancer 2019-10-30 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Quentin woke to something the smell of something delicious wafting sweetly in from the kitchen of their tiny cottage. He recognized the smell of Eliot's special blueberry pancakes, and for a few moments everything was blissfully nice, the only thoughts in his mind those of Eliot and the wonderful food he made and their sweet domestic life here together--

And the puzzle and how they would never solve it and never get to leave and god Quentin Coldwater was a pathetic excuse for a hero if he couldn't even solve one dumb puzzle about the meaning of life or whatever. And why was Eliot even with him anyway? Probably only because they were alone here. He wasn't anything special, Eliot Waugh could have anyone.

Just like that, he felt that weight smash down on him again, the little voice whispering in his ear how worthless he was, making him question the point of any of this, even of life. The only consolation was that he actually wanted to get up today, he wanted to have Eliot's pancakes, they were among his favourites. Yesterday he hadn't even had the energy to get out of bed at all.

And Eliot... Eliot had stayed with him, curled up around him. He'd let him sleep, brought him breakfast in bed and insisted he ate it. He'd just been there and hadn't judged at all. Quentin couldn't remember the last time anyone had really taken care of him like that, the last time he'd been like this and someone had understood.

That wasn't fake, he knew that much, Eliot obviously truly cares for him. And yet he couldn't help but think they only had this because they were here. Eliot wouldn't want to be with him if they were back home, if they ever got to leave here, Eliot would surely not want to continue this either.

Fuck, can't his brain just stop being such a dick? He sighs, shoving his face against the pillow. Maybe he should just go back to sleep, maybe...

The pancakes smell so good, though. And if he didn't get up, surely Eliot would just be in to poke him into eating them. He was pretty hungry too. Which was good, maybe he could do better today. Even though the thought of working on the mosaic at all threatened to send his treacherous brain spiralling all over again.

Forcing himself to sit up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, trying to prepare himself to get up. It's harder than it should be, but not as impossible as it was yesterday, when any kind of motivation had escaped him.

Pulling on one of the loose fitting pairs of pants and shirts he and Eliot had gotten from the nearby village, Quentin closes his eyes, then opens them before quietly making his way out into the kitchen. Or rather, the main room, since their cottage was really very small. ]


Uh, hey. [ He said softly, his voice small as he approached Eliot. He felt a tug of affection at his heart when he saw him, something soft and nice that persisted even through yesterday's fog of depression.

Folding his arms, he looked at the floor, feeling ashamed and silly for it all at once. Eliot hadn't judged him before, yes, but he still hated this. These days when he couldn't get out of bed, it brought him back to a time before all this, to when the future in front of him seemed grim and colourless. ]


So, um, sorry, El. For yesterday. We could've gotten more done on the puzzle and I-- I get like this sometimes. I thought I wasn't doing that bad anymore but I guess I'm still-- [ he makes a vague gesture at himself ] like this.
mendingmancer: (pic#13260910)

[personal profile] mendingmancer 2019-11-04 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something in Quentin's chest unwinds the moment he sees Eliot's smile, sees Eliot being happy to see him. He sways just a tiny bit, pressing back into the brief kiss, another knot untying inside him at that soft brush of lips. Yesterday this comfort had been soothing, too, but the strength of it had only been enough to hold back the absolute worst of Quentin's demons.

Now he thinks maybe it could be enough to banish them.

The blueberry helped, too, reminding him of how hungry he felt this morning, and it tastes damn good. He takes his time chewing it, savouring the way the flavour spreads over his tongue. A small smile even fights its way onto his lips. ]


Yeah... We could trade them. Maybe. But, tomorrow, we don't have to go today, right? [ the thought having to go and be around people and pretend to smile or feign happiness in order to be pleasant be as really threatened to kill all these good feelings he was having. He doesn't think he can handle doing that and trying to work on the mosaic today. He doesn't even really want to do that, either, but they have to.

He leans forward more now, arms coming up to wrap around Eliot's waist. This is better, nicer, he wishes he could just be here with Eliot all day, their little cottage full of the smell of delicious food cooking, the fire warm, their little piece of domestic heaven. ]


It smells good... [ he spoke softly, head turning slightly, still pressed against Eliot, to glance over where the pancakes were quietly frying in the pan. ] Thanks, El. For everything.
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channellings: (☂ articulate)

likely gonna head toward nsfw territory so FAIR WARNING??? winging it like eyeliner (as always)

[personal profile] channellings 2020-01-19 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ever since he (drunkenly, of course) stumbled into the portal to new york, klaus has found that he almost likes it better than his own city. they're similar in ways he never expected, yet different enough, it keeps him on his toes. having someone like eliot around who totally understands him is also a huge plus. not once in his life did he anticipate running across someone so similar to himself; understanding in a way other people wouldn't be, it makes him wonder if the magician isn't someone he might've met in another life.

what a silly thing to consider, reincarnation. even sillier is the fact he's contemplating it when there are far more distracting things at hand.

eliot, standing in front of him, holding another drink he can barely see through the already present alcohol-induced haze. he blinks once, twice, reaches to take the cup and draws it close, holds it against his chest while he catches the straw between his lips. he sucks down a quarter of the glass in one go, eyelashes fluttering heavily as he casts his friend a half-lidded glance, unable to help the playful smirk curving his lips at the edges.]


Yanno, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're tryin' to get me drunk.

[joke's on him, he's already way past inebriated, working into the blacking-out part. thankfully, klaus's well-aware his limit's nearing and they'll need to stop once that point is reached if they have any chance of getting back home. until then though, he's more than happy with sipping on his drink, letting his gaze linger places it shouldn't when they're out in public. (like he really gives a shit? because he legit does not care a single fucking bit who might be watching.)

it's a little delayed, the tiny giggle he lets out at his joke, although no less sincere.]
Just kidding, obviously, I'm already goddamn sloshed.
channellings: (☂ drinking)

omg you have them

[personal profile] channellings 2020-01-20 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[uhm, excuse you, eliot?]

I am not a lightweight, thank you very much! These drinks are strong as hell.

[wanna know how he knows? because he can still taste the alcohol— which is not a complaint whatsoever, he's never bitched about the burn, but just so they're clear: they are definitely more liquor than they are chaser. blessedly, he's past the point of caring, too thrilled with the idea he'll be drunk as a skunk alongside his friend.

despite rolling his eyes in a mock annoyed manner, klaus's lips quirk, he lifts his drink, taps their glasses together (somehow managing to not spill anything else between them) and replies,]
Cheers, [before sucking down more of the drink.

now that eliot's beside him, he wastes no time propping against his shoulder, amazed as always at how he's found someone actually taller than him who isn't his lumbering, towering brother. his head tucks neatly into the crook where neck meets shoulder, halfway open eyes glancing toward his cup then upward.]
This is a rhetorical question, but... did you know how gorgeous you are?

he really is, i'm cry ;o;

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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-01-23 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Do you have any other kind of cigarettes?

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heldontight: <user name=easystreet> (and the urge is very strong)

some texting bullshit;

[personal profile] heldontight 2020-04-04 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eliot had gone and gotten them drinks. When Eliot comes back, Charlton is gone, although he does get a text a solid 6 minutes later: ]

[ image.jpg ]

I believe I'm somewhere quite moist.

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heldontight: <user name=easystreet> (Take the straight and)

[personal profile] heldontight 2020-04-07 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
You know this is my number.

I watched you put it in.

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Continue, tfln- pretend it's somewhere where they got to be a little happy for a while

[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2020-04-18 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[From here]

That is true. I'll be there in ten

[Nine minutes later and there's a knock on the door.]
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[personal profile] dramaquinn 2020-06-30 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's right. She's awake, lying in the darkness with her eyes half open, unfocused gaze turned to the ceiling. It was like this in the immediate aftermath of the bonfire singalong, after watching Quentin turn into brilliant points of light as his simple spell ricocheted off the madness if the mirror realm and tore him apart.

She still dreams about it sometimes. She's not in the mood to dream about it tonight. Acceptance is a continuous process. She accepts he's dead, but there are still pangs of sorrow to deal with.

The door opens and closes quietly. He's silhouetted by the light coming into the hall from the masive windows. Alice usually prefers to be alone, but the moment he climbs into bed with her, she turns and wraps her arms around him, pulling him close. Eliot helps numb and soothe the pain just by being here, because he's the only person who really understands.

She wants to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a tired, shaky sigh. Maybe that's enough. God knows he's as tired as she is. For all that their lives are hellish, at least this, moments like this, help. ]

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