Jesus, fuck. Eliot. Their son. The mosaic.
Getting their memories back brings love but the revelation could lead to a shattering of their kingdom.
This was SUPPOSED to be a one-shot, but a plot sort of blew up in my face and I had to run with it.
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16 Jan 2019
“Did you see anything?” Eliot finally asks, leaning his head back against the headboard and turning to look at him.
“Huh?” Quentin blinks away memories, returning the look.
“When you touched the key. Other than Penny.” He shrugs a shoulder, “You said it makes you see the truth.”
God, did he see anything?
How does he say, Yeah. You were shimmering gold and ever since all I can do is feel your lips on my skin, and your fingers in my hair. All I can see is you, Eliot. Jesus Christ I was so blind before—
“Not really,” he says instead, swallowing thick. “Just Penny.”
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
(If I believed my answer was
to a person who'd ever return to the world,
this flame would keep still without moving any further.
But since from those undergrounds
no one has ever come back alive, if what I hear is true,
I answer you without fear of infamy.)
Fill for prompt on the kinkmeme here: https://magicianskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1477.html?thread=965#cmt965
Penny knows exactly when Quentin starts crushing on him, and his usual "drown out Quentin's annoying thoughts with dubstep" strategy doesn't seem to be working.
The first time Eliot Waugh sees Quentin Coldwater, it feels like a bucket of ice waters been dropped over his head. It's almost as if his life resets itself, readying itself and settling in on this moment as his rebirth.