[One day they would do this far more sober, and the declarations would be every bit as deep, if not deeper as they laid bare the souls of several lifetimes of love. How many timelines did it take them to get it right, and how many would they roll through loving one another through hooded veils of the word almost.
Thank the gods in all their varied forms of wisdom that they saw to it that this time around Eliot and Quentin somehow managed to be forthcoming enough in their sad, sad, little fonts of insecurities to find the strength to be together. This would be the time they would become the force to be reckoned with, and that their love would blossom like the brightly burning suns over the opiate lit world of Fillory.
The feel of Quentin beneath his fingers made Eliot sigh in disbelief and a relief that would continue for days, weeks, months, and possibly even years as he looked over in ideal at the pillow next to him and saw the man he loved laying there. It was a truth that the King could actually see in his mind's eye. It was blinding and perhaps he'd question it a time or two, certainly in the morning when he would be hard pressed to recall his own name, but now with his beloved in his lap telling him all he needed to know. How could he not realize what was. ]
No, I'm not gonna leave, not my quentin. No..
[tangled hands fumbled to leave Quentin's shirt and brought themselves to the sides of his new boyfriend's face holding him there as if it would make the world stop rotating.]
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Thank the gods in all their varied forms of wisdom that they saw to it that this time around Eliot and Quentin somehow managed to be forthcoming enough in their sad, sad, little fonts of insecurities to find the strength to be together. This would be the time they would become the force to be reckoned with, and that their love would blossom like the brightly burning suns over the opiate lit world of Fillory.
The feel of Quentin beneath his fingers made Eliot sigh in disbelief and a relief that would continue for days, weeks, months, and possibly even years as he looked over in ideal at the pillow next to him and saw the man he loved laying there. It was a truth that the King could actually see in his mind's eye. It was blinding and perhaps he'd question it a time or two, certainly in the morning when he would be hard pressed to recall his own name, but now with his beloved in his lap telling him all he needed to know. How could he not realize what was. ]
No, I'm not gonna leave, not my quentin. No..
[tangled hands fumbled to leave Quentin's shirt and brought themselves to the sides of his new boyfriend's face holding him there as if it would make the world stop rotating.]
This eliot is not going anywhere. Not me. no.