011 » I don't mind if I don't see it [Closed]

[endlessflask]

characters: Quentin Coldwater & Eliot Waugh.
location: Beginning at the Hirano residence and ending in Stoker Park.
date/time: Day 11, night (after the moonshine mingle).
content: Quentin and Eliot get drunk, discuss their spooky Day 10 experiences, and are generally gross about each other.
warnings: TBD.




[ Eliot had meant to find Quentin sooner. It had been the first thing on his mind when he'd woken up, late in the morning, reeling from the strange dream he'd just had. Or was it a dream? It hadn't felt real, per se, but it hadn't felt imagined, either, and as Eliot sits up he realizes he's covered in dust.

Gross.

And then, as he brushes it away, he sees his bloodstained hand. And he knows he needs to find Quentin, but first he needs to try to clean himself up. But finding Quentin in the small town is harder than it should be, like they keep missing each other somehow, so Eliot is beyond pleased (and relieved) when he finds Quentin at the moonshine thing. Drinking together is easy and familiar. Eliot virtually forgets about whatever it was that happened to him the day before, falling into a pleasantly drunken stupor with Quentin - and making sure Quentin doesn't get too obliterated. This stuff is strong even by Eliot's standards.

So, when Eliot is vaguely reminded of the way they felt after messing with emotion magic, he figures it's time to call it a night. He nudges at his friend to get up. ]

Come on, I think we need some fresh air. Let's go walk.

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[endlessflask]

[ Eliot watches Quentin, like he's watched him so many times before, taking in the look on his face and the hunch of his shoulders. To most people, Quentin probably just looks like a melancholic drunk, but Eliot can see easily enough that Quentin's bothered by something.

He sits up, too, running his hand up Quentin's back and up to the nape of his neck, which Eliot squeezes gently. ]

Well. It's good that you fixed it, right?

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Yeah. [ Quentin says it lazily, and he takes another puff off of his cigarette. Eliot's a godsend, he thinks, leaning into his touch. He'd forgotten how much he'd craved it. He'd forgotten how much he missed Eliot. Not that thing that was Eliot, but Eliot, sweet and confident and always with the right thing to say, be it a quip or just staying silent in the moment. ]

The thing about the mirror world... you can't cast. Even something like Harper's Fire Shaping goes off like a grenade.

[endlessflask]

Well. That sounds reasonable. Circumstances are probably fucked.

[ Eliot keeps his hand on Quentin's neck. He enjoys the physical connection, and he knows it helps keep Quentin a little more grounded. ]

Do you think the mirror you saw can take you back there?