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endlessflask) wrote2019-06-11 09:08 am
endlessflask) wrote2019-06-11 09:08 am
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[ it's 6 in the morning and guess what eliot's phone does? Blow up. Every single line is stream-of-thought and individual. It's the groupchat facebook messenger nightmare but with text. And also it's one person. ]
hey
listen
i'm at the cafe
just opened
grabbing coffee
usual order?
hey
listen
i'm at the cafe
just opened
grabbing coffee
usual order?
[ a rabbit shows up on eliot's bed and all it does is croak:] BAMBI SEEKING EL. [ over and over again.]
[ It takes a bit before Eliot wakes up. At first, he thinks it's a dream, and he's so tired that it makes sense. Until he feels something snuffling at his face that maybe probably isn't Quentin. Luckily, the words BAMBI SEEKING EL is enough to slap him into full consciousness.
He picks up the rabbit as he stumbles out of bed, already trying to figure out what to wear. First world problems and all.
Right.
Conveniently everyone has a phone when they arrive, connected to the same network, so Eliot sets the bunny down while he scrolls through until he finds her. Margo will be getting a text message from a user called boozemancer: ]
I can't fucking believe it. Where are you?
He picks up the rabbit as he stumbles out of bed, already trying to figure out what to wear. First world problems and all.
Right.
Conveniently everyone has a phone when they arrive, connected to the same network, so Eliot sets the bunny down while he scrolls through until he finds her. Margo will be getting a text message from a user called boozemancer: ]
I can't fucking believe it. Where are you?
wow I can’t believe you’d just accuse me like that
but yeah I can do that, he just leaves his phone lying around all the time
but yeah I can do that, he just leaves his phone lying around all the time
sometime after that conversation on the network, un: harrington
acidwashjeans
2019-08-12 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
it's hargrove
the guy i was telling you about is billy hargrove
[ since, you've obviously met now ]
the guy i was telling you about is billy hargrove
[ since, you've obviously met now ]
[ The reply is delayed, mostly because Eliot has to actively remember who that is. ]
oh.
Steve, forgot asshole, he’s an idiot
oh.
Steve, forgot asshole, he’s an idiot
[ She's felt so out of the loop between her own murder spree and then fall out from that. Julia had just wished the check in was for something more positive than her feelings of spiraling and blind panic. ]
Have you seen or heard from Q? He's not responding to me. Also, I did some extra wards for both houses. It's a long story that I'd really rather not get into right now, but just so you aren't surprised.
Have you seen or heard from Q? He's not responding to me. Also, I did some extra wards for both houses. It's a long story that I'd really rather not get into right now, but just so you aren't surprised.
He’s in the Dome. he doesn’t really leave but somehow he still as a job
want me to pass on a message? Team Wolf telepathy and all
want me to pass on a message? Team Wolf telepathy and all
[ The message goes unansweres for a few days. It's easy to just assume that Eliot is ignoring it, which, honestly, wouldn't be that unreasonable. But eventually there's a return message coming through. ]
no shit
no shit
My drunk is wearing off and I'm starting to feel like this dolphin tattoo was a bad idea.
W H A T
why do you always get tattoos without me???
why do you always get tattoos without me???
[Diarmuid eventually seeks Eliot out on his own time.
Maybe that was Quentin and Eliot's plan all along; he's not sure. All he can say is that he hasn't quite made an effort to seek him out until now. It's... not even that Eliot was any more or less terrifying than Quentin had been. But the truth was, he wasn't sure where Eliot stood after the bloodlust had passed. It was his fault in a way that both of the men had died. After all, he told Frank who they were. He told Frank the two were on a murderous spree.
But he couldn't walk circles around the man instead of meeting him head-on forever. So he carefully knocks on the door of the counselor room, waiting until he's given the okay before he pokes a shaggy head of hair into the room. He's in his robes, still wearing his sling and decked out in his cast. The pleasant smell of stew drifts into the room from the basket full of bread and tupperware. There's also a little something extra he needs to give Eliot, as is his current mission — the scarf is hanging in the crease of his arm, one he hopes is something Eliot would like.
A peace offering, as much as it is just him being him.
... His heart is beating so quickly. Funny, he thought he was over this by now.
He swallows hard.]
May I come in?
Maybe that was Quentin and Eliot's plan all along; he's not sure. All he can say is that he hasn't quite made an effort to seek him out until now. It's... not even that Eliot was any more or less terrifying than Quentin had been. But the truth was, he wasn't sure where Eliot stood after the bloodlust had passed. It was his fault in a way that both of the men had died. After all, he told Frank who they were. He told Frank the two were on a murderous spree.
But he couldn't walk circles around the man instead of meeting him head-on forever. So he carefully knocks on the door of the counselor room, waiting until he's given the okay before he pokes a shaggy head of hair into the room. He's in his robes, still wearing his sling and decked out in his cast. The pleasant smell of stew drifts into the room from the basket full of bread and tupperware. There's also a little something extra he needs to give Eliot, as is his current mission — the scarf is hanging in the crease of his arm, one he hopes is something Eliot would like.
A peace offering, as much as it is just him being him.
... His heart is beating so quickly. Funny, he thought he was over this by now.
He swallows hard.]
May I come in?
[ Eliot doesn’t really want to go back to work. After his brief and nasty trip back home, what he wants to do is mope around at home, drinking and feeling sorry for himself. But he forces himself to go, because that’s what he should do.
Sitting in his office is at least not the worst thing. Eliot looks tired, feels tired, and he couldn’t manage a standing, regular teaching job. Leaning against his desk is an elaborate black cane with a silver ram’s head at the handle. ]
It’s open.
[ When he looks up, he pauses, surprised to see Diarmuid. If it’s any consolation? At the sight of the young monk, Eliot feels a similar panic. He’s never been all that good at fixing mistakes. He stands, supporting himself against the desk when he does. ]
Yeah - Yes, of course. Do you need help with any of that?
[ It seems to be a lot for a boy with one useless arm to be carrying. Eliot reaches for his cane and takes a few steps before thinking that maybe it’s better for Diarmuid to come to him. ]
Sitting in his office is at least not the worst thing. Eliot looks tired, feels tired, and he couldn’t manage a standing, regular teaching job. Leaning against his desk is an elaborate black cane with a silver ram’s head at the handle. ]
It’s open.
[ When he looks up, he pauses, surprised to see Diarmuid. If it’s any consolation? At the sight of the young monk, Eliot feels a similar panic. He’s never been all that good at fixing mistakes. He stands, supporting himself against the desk when he does. ]
Yeah - Yes, of course. Do you need help with any of that?
[ It seems to be a lot for a boy with one useless arm to be carrying. Eliot reaches for his cane and takes a few steps before thinking that maybe it’s better for Diarmuid to come to him. ]
[ She heads to Quentin's room with two cups of tea. One is a relaxing blend that's more than half honey, why lie. The other is tart raspberry, sweet cinnamon, and rum. Eliot will be there, because he's nowhere else in the house right now and it honestly isn't hard to figure out where someone goes when they're all but grieving. When Charlie died, Alice stared at his things for hours and hated that it was so sudden.
At least Quentin will be back. The question is, when will that be? She's picked out and claimed a new house and started getting it clean and up to snuff wards-wise, but she still lives here too, and even if she didn't, she doesn't want to leave Eliot by himself all the time. ]
Knock knock. [ It's soft and cautious as she pushes the door open with her hip. ] I brought you something you'll like. It's warm, and it's alcoholic.
At least Quentin will be back. The question is, when will that be? She's picked out and claimed a new house and started getting it clean and up to snuff wards-wise, but she still lives here too, and even if she didn't, she doesn't want to leave Eliot by himself all the time. ]
Knock knock. [ It's soft and cautious as she pushes the door open with her hip. ] I brought you something you'll like. It's warm, and it's alcoholic.
[ Eliot's glad that Alice hasn't really left entirely yet. It's been a revolving door of people, sure, all of Quentin's friends that he's made over the last few months, and Eliot's glad for it. He knows himself well enough that if he's left to his own devices, he's going to get messy real fast. But he's especially glad to have Alice around.
She's calm and quiet, and her intuition is always right. She knows when to let him be by himself and when it's time to sit beside him, or, like now, when it's time to enjoy something soothing like a hot cup of tea. And it's not that Margo couldn't do the same, it's just that out of everyone here, Alice and Eliot share a very particular brand of love for Quentin. So he knows Alice understands without having to actually say anything at all. ]
Thanks.
[ He smiles. It's tired and barely half hearted, despite his genuine appreciation. Of course he's not exactly sleeping well. He tries, sometimes, to go off to the bedroom that was his before he just started sharing Quentin's. If he drinks enough or does the right dose of something he's found in the house, he's at least out for a few hours now and again. Mostly, he just sits and smokes. He's gone through countless packages already.
When he takes the tea, he lets it warm his hands (he thinks they're colder than usual but maybe he's just miserable right now). ]
I wish I knew what he was seeing in there.
[ Because Eliot's only seen the end, and he still doesn't know how that might effect Quentin here. But he also doesn't know what Quentin, or any of them, were dealing with in the real world while the monster was running free.
Eliot slumps further into his chair and sighs, sipping the tea. It's the perfect amount of rum and spice. ]
She's calm and quiet, and her intuition is always right. She knows when to let him be by himself and when it's time to sit beside him, or, like now, when it's time to enjoy something soothing like a hot cup of tea. And it's not that Margo couldn't do the same, it's just that out of everyone here, Alice and Eliot share a very particular brand of love for Quentin. So he knows Alice understands without having to actually say anything at all. ]
Thanks.
[ He smiles. It's tired and barely half hearted, despite his genuine appreciation. Of course he's not exactly sleeping well. He tries, sometimes, to go off to the bedroom that was his before he just started sharing Quentin's. If he drinks enough or does the right dose of something he's found in the house, he's at least out for a few hours now and again. Mostly, he just sits and smokes. He's gone through countless packages already.
When he takes the tea, he lets it warm his hands (he thinks they're colder than usual but maybe he's just miserable right now). ]
I wish I knew what he was seeing in there.
[ Because Eliot's only seen the end, and he still doesn't know how that might effect Quentin here. But he also doesn't know what Quentin, or any of them, were dealing with in the real world while the monster was running free.
Eliot slumps further into his chair and sighs, sipping the tea. It's the perfect amount of rum and spice. ]
Hey. Uh.
Is now a good time?
Is now a good time?
As good a time as any.
[ He’s been wondering when Steve was going to contact him. ]
[ He’s been wondering when Steve was going to contact him. ]
no change
im managing
it shouldnt take this long right
im managing
it shouldnt take this long right
[ Their relationship so far hasn't exactly been linear or typical, but then, not much in Will's life or in Deerington is typical.
And at least he can trust that this is a person who will be honest, who doesn't lie to cushion things. ]
eliot. it's will. [ Obviously. The username probably gave him away.
Will's anxiety but burgeoning trust means he does the texting equivalent of banging Eliot's door open and just saying the brunt of what's cycling his thoughts: ] i told ben we could try out dating, but i've never been attracted to men before. i don't know if i'm wrong and i'll end up hurting him a second time and i can't stop thinking about that.
And at least he can trust that this is a person who will be honest, who doesn't lie to cushion things. ]
eliot. it's will. [ Obviously. The username probably gave him away.
Will's anxiety but burgeoning trust means he does the texting equivalent of banging Eliot's door open and just saying the brunt of what's cycling his thoughts: ] i told ben we could try out dating, but i've never been attracted to men before. i don't know if i'm wrong and i'll end up hurting him a second time and i can't stop thinking about that.
[ The reply is a little delayed, due entirely to the fact that Eliot has to read the text a few times and let it process.
Ben and Will.
He’d had no idea. Not that he’d ever seen them together. He thinks it’s cute, really, a chaotic bundle of anxiety ridden romance.
But, right. Will’s genuinely looking for some reassurance (or maybe someone to tell him it’s a bad idea). ]
did quentin ghost write this
in my experience every straight man that says “i’ve never been attracted to men” has subconsciously been attracted to men
guys dont just want to date guys out of nowhere
Ben and Will.
He’d had no idea. Not that he’d ever seen them together. He thinks it’s cute, really, a chaotic bundle of anxiety ridden romance.
But, right. Will’s genuinely looking for some reassurance (or maybe someone to tell him it’s a bad idea). ]
did quentin ghost write this
in my experience every straight man that says “i’ve never been attracted to men” has subconsciously been attracted to men
guys dont just want to date guys out of nowhere
i love eliot and his advice so dang much (also cw pregnancy mention)
wontgraham
- 2019-11-16 22:13 (UTC) - ExpandFuck. I've had some hangovers before but this might be one for the books, El. What the hell happened?
[ someone is awake from her hiatus coma and completely disoriented. ]
[ someone is awake from her hiatus coma and completely disoriented. ]
oh
hey
i've been meaning to get a hold of you but shit's been crazy as usual and it just left my mind
i'm good
thanks
hey
i've been meaning to get a hold of you but shit's been crazy as usual and it just left my mind
i'm good
thanks
I have regrets about moving out. I don't see enough of you.
i mean i dont want to say i told you so
we really let this place get between us didn't we
we really let this place get between us didn't we
It matches Quentin's!
Edited 2019-12-25 22:25 (UTC)
[ He hates it, thanks. ]
hey
thanks for the sweater
did you make them?
hey
thanks for the sweater
did you make them?
[ Cushioned in a cloth bag left hanging on the knob of the front door is an elaborate glass flask along with a handwritten note: ]
To my favorite High King. Long may you reign, no matter your kingdom.
—AQ
To my favorite High King. Long may you reign, no matter your kingdom.
—AQ
hey
thanks
i've already poured my favourite whiskey into it and set it with the decanters
the note was nice, too
[ He absolutely did not get choked up, of course not. ]
thanks
i've already poured my favourite whiskey into it and set it with the decanters
the note was nice, too
[ He absolutely did not get choked up, of course not. ]
At least the gin is probably strong as fuck.
[ aka, she knows you're on the ship and she's trying NOT to freak out.]
[ aka, she knows you're on the ship and she's trying NOT to freak out.]
That's the only way to explain where everyone here thinks it's actually 1912 or whatever.
[ Maybe everyone else in Deerington is freaking out over the whole Breaking Into Song thing, but, you know. It's just another day. And the point is that they helped Margo and if this is the worst thing as far magic backfiring? That's a win.
And, you know, all things considered, for the first time in months Eliot just feels happy.
So, yeah, he's ended up singing an entire song to Quentin about how he just wants to make out, and it's not really a lie. Eliot almost always wants to make out with Quentin, but he especially likes to when he's in a good mood. And Quentin's just going to have to deal with the fact that Eliot's taking him by the hand and leading him off while singing. It's not a far walk to their own home, anyway, and their backyard patio is just out of the way enough to be private.
Maybe it's the magic, but somehow it all seems to time out perfectly, with the two of them standing there, hidden away, as Eliot's song comes to an end. He's got his arms around Quentin as he presses a kiss to his lips, smiling while he does it. ]
Well. That was exciting.
And, you know, all things considered, for the first time in months Eliot just feels happy.
So, yeah, he's ended up singing an entire song to Quentin about how he just wants to make out, and it's not really a lie. Eliot almost always wants to make out with Quentin, but he especially likes to when he's in a good mood. And Quentin's just going to have to deal with the fact that Eliot's taking him by the hand and leading him off while singing. It's not a far walk to their own home, anyway, and their backyard patio is just out of the way enough to be private.
Maybe it's the magic, but somehow it all seems to time out perfectly, with the two of them standing there, hidden away, as Eliot's song comes to an end. He's got his arms around Quentin as he presses a kiss to his lips, smiling while he does it. ]
Well. That was exciting.
[ He can't blame Deerington for freaking out a bit--he really can't--but with the Brakebills gang, it may as well be another Tuesday. It should probably say something that they're so desensitized, but the fact is they haven't blown anyone up. A musical curse is the best they can hope for when things shift this suddenly in Deerington.
Selfishly, Eliot serenading him wasn't too bad, either. Especially since he didn't have to sing shit. So they head back to their place and their backyard is beautiful, complete with flowers that weren't even there in the first place. He feels like his grin should be far more teasing when Eliot kisses him, but he finds himself stupefied, holding the other close. ]
Wanna tell me how you really feel?
[ Okay, so maybe he's in a teasing mood after all. ]
Selfishly, Eliot serenading him wasn't too bad, either. Especially since he didn't have to sing shit. So they head back to their place and their backyard is beautiful, complete with flowers that weren't even there in the first place. He feels like his grin should be far more teasing when Eliot kisses him, but he finds himself stupefied, holding the other close. ]
Wanna tell me how you really feel?
[ Okay, so maybe he's in a teasing mood after all. ]
Where are you? Now that I'm fucking coherent, I got shit to fill you in on.
We need cocktails.
We need cocktails.
Edited 2020-03-12 04:43 (UTC)
i always need cocktails
come over, i'll make some
come over, i'll make some
wow i never said anything about your skin
did someone say I said something
did someone say I said something
1) im flattered you've chosen me to answer this question
2) i'm sure some idiot somewhere probably has, yeah
2) i'm sure some idiot somewhere probably has, yeah
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