[ New Fillory is just Fillory, he wants to say, because Fillory is where they both belong and they'll always belong, it's home, not an exact planet with a Wellspring. He doesn't, because it's a bit too much to vocalize when he's not even sure what he means, and he's awful cold, so he takes the bracelet and closes the gap between them.
It's impulse, really, to lean over and kiss him on the cheek as a thank you. It's soft and chase but still a kiss. ]
I would still like to try to take you somewhere. Only when I'm sure I know what I'm doing--until then, could we watch the netflix?
[ Eliot helps to wrap the blanket around Charlton, using it to pull him in even as Charlton leans in on his own. Eliot turns his head to press a light kiss to Charlton's lips and then rubs his hands over the other man's arms. ]
We can absolutely watch the Netflix. Go get cozy, I'll go get snacks.
[ He does. The thing of it is that he also gets Eliot's spot cozy--because he's seen Eliot's favourite spots from being in his head, and he knows exactly how to procure the couch by the fire place. He even shifts it so it's in the perfect position, and he grabs a few of Eliot's pillows from his bedroom.
When the snacks are ready, Charlton is curled up in the spot next to whichever side Eliot's used to. He has the blanket the other's fished out for him over himself like a cape, and he's hugging it closed, looking up. He's got the TV ready to go, too. ]
I think I found the beauty contest you watch all of the time.
Eliot doesn't fail to notice things like this, the way Charlton just knows what Eliot likes the most even if it's something as mundane as how to curl up on the couch. Not for the first time in his life, he's left wondering what he's done to convince someone good and kind that he's worth their time. ]
It's more than just beauty.
[ The snacks are set down and Eliot toes off his shoes before he gets settled on the couch, too. He wraps his arm around Charlton to nestle him in close. ]
Are we watching it? I think you'll like it. I think it'll really appeal to Sassy Charlton.
I'm gently trying to corral you to have a moral compass that's hardly sassy.
[ He's smiling, though, pleased. Sassy. He likes that. And at that arm around him, he'll shift so his chin is on Eliot's shoulder, like he'd seen Quentin do in all of his memories. Eliot likes little things, and Charlton has always loved details in general, so it works out well. ]
From my understanding these men are all vying for attention of one other man? When do they get to receive the rose as a token of his love?
[ He really, really likes the Bachelor. Almost as much as jeopardy--he uses it to study. He pulls a bowl of popcorn closer to put between them, already shaking away the coldness between the fire, the blanket, and Eliot. ]
I've been thinking--oh, Gods, he's a bitch--about how I know all of your memories.
Eliot hums a bit, popping some of the popcorn into his mouth. He even takes Charlton's hand at one point, to nibble the piece out of his hand before Charlton can eat it himself. ]
It's probably best that you don't really think about it. That's what I do and it's made life so much easier.
That's right. Though I'd be doing us both a disservice if I didn't use this an opportunity to teach you that drag isn't just reserved for male identifying gays. How exactly does this relate to my memories?
Well, Drag Race is sort of a cultural phenomenon. I think there's a long way to go, but - watch, Michelle is going to say the padding on that outfit is awful - I guess it's more accepted now. There's a long way to go. Netflix lets a lot of shit on it but Drag Race airs usually on a queer focused network.
[ He still doesn't really know where Charlton is going, but Eliot enjoys talking to him like this, teaching him about Earth culture. ]
[ He knows that shift--he shouldn't have pried, he was foolish, but he's also never shied away from asking questions or being curious. He's always been quiet, and he's always been awkward, but he loves people despite what most people thinks. He likes learning.
Mostly he doesn't like to be alone anymore, and he thinks that has nothing to do with asking about Eliot. He's seen the memories, but he hasn't felt them. ]
I didn't mean to pry. [ He's sincere as he returns his attention to the television. There's a particularly large queen on the screen, and Charlton tap sat Eliot's knee to get his attention. ]
[ You weren't prying, Eliot wants to say. But Charlton's moving on from the conversation and maybe it's for the best, so Eliot looks at the screen. He laughs a little, but, just so Charlton knows that Eliot isn't going to mentally distance himself, Eliot uses the arm around Charlton to give him a light squeeze.
Then, when the episode ends and they're in the moment before the next begins, Eliot glances over at Charlton and nosing at his ear. ]
So - On Earth, we have a couple Netflix based practices.
Oh-- [ That makes so much sense. It's something Charlton absolutely gets and is not opposed to. The 'oh' might be soft realization but Charlton himself is already leaning forward, finding Eliot's lips with his own, and it's only after they start to kiss that he brings a hand up to rest on Eliot's shoulder. ]
[ Eliot just hums against Charlton's lips, bringing his hand up to cup Charlton's jaw while they kiss. He's still pleasantly surprised by how nice it is to kiss Charlton, even if they've done this more than a few times by now, and Eliot settles back against his corner of couch so Charlton can lean into him more. ]
[ It feels perfect, really, and Charlton visibly relaxes into the kiss--he's working on it, how his body tenses out of the strangeness of being touched, even if he does it first. Eliot leans back and the blonde moves forward, enough to be nearly on top of him, eager and pleased to do everything and nothing at once. ]
[ Eliot maneuvers his legs a little so he can stretch out better. He's more than content to just get comfortable and kiss and cuddle, and true to his word, he untucks a little bit of Charlton's shirt so he can slide his hand up the back of it. ]
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It's impulse, really, to lean over and kiss him on the cheek as a thank you. It's soft and chase but still a kiss. ]
I would still like to try to take you somewhere. Only when I'm sure I know what I'm doing--until then, could we watch the netflix?
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We can absolutely watch the Netflix. Go get cozy, I'll go get snacks.
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When the snacks are ready, Charlton is curled up in the spot next to whichever side Eliot's used to. He has the blanket the other's fished out for him over himself like a cape, and he's hugging it closed, looking up. He's got the TV ready to go, too. ]
I think I found the beauty contest you watch all of the time.
[ He absolutely has drag race up. ]
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Eliot doesn't fail to notice things like this, the way Charlton just knows what Eliot likes the most even if it's something as mundane as how to curl up on the couch. Not for the first time in his life, he's left wondering what he's done to convince someone good and kind that he's worth their time. ]
It's more than just beauty.
[ The snacks are set down and Eliot toes off his shoes before he gets settled on the couch, too. He wraps his arm around Charlton to nestle him in close. ]
Are we watching it? I think you'll like it. I think it'll really appeal to Sassy Charlton.
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[ He's smiling, though, pleased. Sassy. He likes that. And at that arm around him, he'll shift so his chin is on Eliot's shoulder, like he'd seen Quentin do in all of his memories. Eliot likes little things, and Charlton has always loved details in general, so it works out well. ]
From my understanding these men are all vying for attention of one other man? When do they get to receive the rose as a token of his love?
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[ Eliot's smiling, too. He even laughs a bit, pressing a kiss to Charlton's hair since it's right here and pressing play on the first episode. ]
At the end. When they win, they get flowers and a crown. But it's more of a … Talent show, I guess. Not the queer edition of The Bachelor.
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[ He really, really likes the Bachelor. Almost as much as jeopardy--he uses it to study. He pulls a bowl of popcorn closer to put between them, already shaking away the coldness between the fire, the blanket, and Eliot. ]
I've been thinking--oh, Gods, he's a bitch--about how I know all of your memories.
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Eliot hums a bit, popping some of the popcorn into his mouth. He even takes Charlton's hand at one point, to nibble the piece out of his hand before Charlton can eat it himself. ]
It's probably best that you don't really think about it. That's what I do and it's made life so much easier.
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[ He does say that sentence staring at the fingers Eliot's eaten out of, clearly stunned with absolute love. ]
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[ He flashes Charlton a softly amused smile. ]
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[ He still doesn't really know where Charlton is going, but Eliot enjoys talking to him like this, teaching him about Earth culture. ]
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He shifts a little, pressing his lips together. ]
I don't know. I think if I made money off it, he'd hate me even more. I stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago.
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Mostly he doesn't like to be alone anymore, and he thinks that has nothing to do with asking about Eliot. He's seen the memories, but he hasn't felt them. ]
I didn't mean to pry. [ He's sincere as he returns his attention to the television. There's a particularly large queen on the screen, and Charlton tap sat Eliot's knee to get his attention. ]
He looks like Ember.
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Then, when the episode ends and they're in the moment before the next begins, Eliot glances over at Charlton and nosing at his ear. ]
So - On Earth, we have a couple Netflix based practices.
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[ He's firm, positive that this is what it's leading to. His heart is in the right place. ]
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Not quite what I was talking about, babe.
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[ Eventually they'll get there. For now, it's sort of endearing to Eliot. ]
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