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Quentin Coldwater, banned from AO3 ([personal profile] volunteertomatoes) wrote2019-04-18 11:43 am
itselbitch: (i'm so hapPY)

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eliot giggles as he rolls to his side and sloths his way party upright by grasping onto Quentin’s shoulder so he can reach the bottle. ]

To their credit, each vintage is reasonably more palatable than the last. [ He takes a swig, pauses to breathe, and takes another two before offering the bottle gently back. ]

That’s still better than anything I could have tried on my own.
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-23 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Mm— [ He slumps, pivoting on his hip and roll over onto his side as he moves through soft labored grunts to rest his head against Quentin’s thigh. ]

What if magic cars could just fly, though?

Won’t need planes for that.
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-23 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Quentin busies himself, he’s lifting his head just the slightest amount to help but mostly so he can take another drink before Q wants the bottle back. After the crown’s come to rest on the opposite knee, Eliot hums. ]

Too many talking birds. I can only imagine it’ll go as well as that scene in Finding Nemo.

[ Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine—

He chuckles to himself as he remembers it. ]
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-23 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He’d give Quentin a look, but he can’t be bothered now, too comfortable. Instead, he smiles to himself and hums. ]

Are you asking me to win the favor of their court? I’m not sure I’d be the best person to do that. I didn’t even know they had a court.

Maybe I should send you instead, and then you can tell them all about what a wonderful example of humanity I am.
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-23 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He scoffs amusedly at Quentin’s naivete. ]

Oh, no, no, you don’t want Bambi going to talk to a bunch of birds...
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-23 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It’s your concern. Maybe I should just send you.

Don’t worry, I’ll make sure there’s a warm bath waiting for you after you come back covered in bird shit.

[ Eliot sniggers, and then nicks the bottle for another drink. ]
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-23 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Of clothing, sure. Unless you’re planning to bathe clothed...?

[ Soap and water, Quentin. That’s all you need there. ]
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-24 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
That’s— [ not really as hard as you’re implying, Quentin. Do you know how to wash hair at all?

He takes a breath and brushes Quentin’s hair back into place idly as he sighs. ]


I can always help if you need me to.
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-24 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ While Quentin freaks out, Eliot thinks nothing of it because it’s just washing hair. What’s so weird about that? It’s hair. ]
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-24 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ He laughs, amused, almost letting the bottle fall but keeping it steady at the last moment. ]

Oh, Q, Margo doesn’t need to deal with the nightmare I face daily with these curls. Cleaning up your straight hair is a walk in the park for someone like me.

[ Eliot shrugs, laughing again as he offers the bottle back. Idly, he reaches up to runs his fingers through Quentin’s bangs, which have slipped free again from his best friend leaning over. ]

Must be so nice, having soft, straight hair like this.
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-24 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eliot hums at that, not really answering, a slight shrug being the only real answer.

Quentin leans in and Eliot’s hands automatically cup the rest of the hair dangling, gently bringing it back to tuck behind Quentin’s ear. Neatly replaced, his hand remains, fingers threaded through Quentin’s locks and thumb pressed lightly to the corner of Quentin’s jaw. Even confused, Q always has the slightest smile ready to slip free, and Eliot can’t help but smile back. ]


There’s no one else like you, you know.
itselbitch: (just. why.)

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-24 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That sobers Eliot somewhat, for even as drunk as he’s already starting to get because he’s had a lot for a normal person by this point. He’s only not out of his head because he’s not a normal person, of course.

His thumb traces along the edge of Quentin’s jaw toward his chin, a small frown forming. ]


There really aren’t.

You’re the one that’s here, aren’t you?
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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-04-24 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Eliot still remembers how he’d leaned in, pressed fervently into the attention for even as uncertain as he was with what to do with his own hands. He’d been gentle, not wanting to frighten him off, on contrast from Margo’s heated advances, but between the three of them, it had all balanced perfectly. It had felt so real, and he’d let himself believe it.

How could all of it had been a lie?

His hand slips from Quentin’s face after a moment, a flit of rejection across his face as takes a slow breath and sighs. Eyes closing, his hand hangs in the air, elbow against his side keeping his forearm curled toward his chest but his hand never quite falling to rest.

He’ll always value what Quentin means to him. He could never mistake how little something like sex really matters in the context of things. But it still stings to know that Quentin had never really wanted him. ]

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