[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.]
[Okay, he has to huff in concession to that point, and when Eliot's head settles in his lap, he sighs and starts stroking his curls as promised. Because he is weak.]
Why do I get the feeling you're just letting me fall into a false sense of security the moment I start the show so you can ask me about it again when I've got my guard down?
[He knows you so well, Eliot... which begs the question why he put himself in this position at all, knowing this was likely gonna happen deep down.]
Honestly, it... probably would work. [He admits reluctantly. Then he snorts and looks off to the side, failing at hiding his embarrassment completely.] It's not something I want that bad, it was just a dumb thought. And really- really- fucking nerdy, so uh, take that into account before you start saying you'd probably do it.
[He hates (and loves) how Eliot knows exactly how to get him to let his guard completely down. For a moment, he clings futilely to his stubbornness, but dammit...]
Okay, so- um... sometimes I have like- wait, maybe I should start with- [He runs a hand through his hair, tucking it behind one ear as the other continues to stroke Eliot like a curly cat.] What do you think about... fake languages?
I think there's probably no such thing as a fake language, because if you can communicate with another person using it, then it's just a real language. Right?
[ That's Eliot's deep thought for the week. ]
I'm not learning Elvish so I can talk dirty to you.
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@floppyhair; tfln
[ Yeah, Quentin doesn’t really stand a chance against Eliot in person, does he?
When Eliot gets there, he presses a kiss to Quentin’s head, ruffles his hair, and climbs over the back of the couch. ]
I’m here. Start convincing me of this mystery, unimportant thing.
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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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[ He turns himself around, stretching out on the sofa and getting comfortable with his head in Quentin’s lap. ]
I’m ready to trek through the stars.
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Why do I get the feeling you're just letting me fall into a false sense of security the moment I start the show so you can ask me about it again when I've got my guard down?
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[ That is absolutely his plan.
Eliot closes his eyes, though, preening under the attention and the affection. ]
It’s just that it’s clearly something you want, and I think I’d probably do it. Whatever it is.
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Honestly, it... probably would work. [He admits reluctantly. Then he snorts and looks off to the side, failing at hiding his embarrassment completely.] It's not something I want that bad, it was just a dumb thought. And really- really- fucking nerdy, so uh, take that into account before you start saying you'd probably do it.
[His resolve is weakening.]
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[ He says it lazily, but with heavy amusement. He opens his eyes to look up at Quentin. ]
Is it sex related or just nerd related?
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No- God no, I mean- uh... maybe? Sort of? But I guess, not the way you think? Just- um-
[He clears his throat to just get on with answering the second question.]
Uh, It's- it's uh... both?
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Quentin. You can ask me anything. Even nerdy, sex related things.
late late late sorry!
Okay, so- um... sometimes I have like- wait, maybe I should start with- [He runs a hand through his hair, tucking it behind one ear as the other continues to stroke Eliot like a curly cat.] What do you think about... fake languages?
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[ That's Eliot's deep thought for the week. ]
I'm not learning Elvish so I can talk dirty to you.