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Where do you go, when life shies away from your grasp, when home is a dot in a pointillist sky?
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It’s not a crowded street, but it’s not empty, either. The night is young and not too cold yet, shops and restaurants still open even as barhoppers with extra-pinked cheeks make their way to second or third rounds, passing couples with steaming mugs bundled up for outside seating. This is the more tourist-y part of town, which means less likelihood of being seen by anyone they know, but also — more opportunity for being seen, period. It’s not something he would’ve expected Alex to have picked.
-- or, Malex spend a night on the town.
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negative space (lack thereof) by redtoblack for theheartischill
Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)
29 Mar 2022
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“Did you just call me Waugh?” Eliot asked, just shy of laughing.
“I was giving us a Mulder and Scully moment,” Margo said, batting her eyelashes with impunity. “Feel free to call me Hanson.”
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“Peaches? Plums?” she’d said, and that’s how it started.
-- or, Eliot and Arielle have made some plans for the night.
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Honestly, his life was a wreck. Crash and boom and burn, baby. Skid marks on the pavement outside a school in Whitefield.
Eliot — should have known better. Should have known what he could and couldn’t handle. Should have seen the signs that he was being too open with his fucking feelings, spilling his broken shit everywhere, letting it boil over because he was too goddamn scared of being burned to hold the lid down himself. Well, guess what. It boiled over. The pot’s dry. His shit spilled and now they’re all sitting in the mess he’s made.
And best of all? It’s the funniest fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.
But worst of all? No one else gets the goddamn joke.
Well. No one except maybe —
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When Margo goes to sleep at night, she doesn’t think about waking up. She’s never been the type to set out clothes for the next day, think about her morning routine, get her shit packed up before going to bed. Don’t get her wrong, she respects the hell outta organized bitches — look at Eliot, he does all that and more every goddamn day and she loves that for him — but she needs to be spontaneous. Where’s the spice in doing something she already knows will happen? She wants to be surprised. Most days don’t manage to reach that lofty goal.
Today must be trying to make it up to her.
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It's...maybe not as normal of a day as Quentin thinks it is, when he finally meets up with Eliot. Question is, what's he gonna do about it?
-- or, feelings are talked about. With some help, of course.
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Christmas Trees are not for eating, Brian-not-Brian says so. So They won't try to eat any. (Unless...)
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5 times Eliot takes Quentin's hand.
And one time Quentin takes his.
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Quentin attempts to bake, and later finds a welcome surprise in the garden.
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Eliot has a lot riding on his shoulders. But just because his friends are leaving Fillory doesn't mean they won't help him stand tall before they go.
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“Hey stranger,” Eliot says to the dimples, the snow white sweep of hair, the cold-pinked cheeks, the wooly scarf tucked into the button-up coat, the way he bounces a little on the balls of his feet like he’s been trying to keep warm as he waited. “You’re early today, you should’ve knocked and come in from the cold.”
“You were in the zone, I didn’t wanna interrupt."
But an interruption from Quentin would always be welcome in Eliot's book, and he's got a plan to show him just how much.
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When the Muntjac gains a new crew member, everyone knows it's time to settle in for a story.
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It was the night before his life would change forever, and Quentin was not hiding behind his solo cup.
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Quentin's back, the Monster's gone, everyone is more or less okay. Well, they're alive, and with no big quests or threats looming, they can just relax and recover.
Now the only question is - how the fuck does that work?
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Benedict had always rather suspected that soulmates were not, as the new rulers would say, “a thing.” Not for non-aquatic creatures, anyway, since he knew a very nice river otter couple and swan triad who would discuss the concept at length, at least in the extent to which they found it relevant to their kind.
In light of such matters, the mapmaker was finding himself a little bit confused. Children of Earth were non-aquatic, he was sure of it. But. It was always possible there was something he may have missed.
-- or, Benedict lends a helping hand.
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It sucks that Quentin has to miss the first snow of the season - luckily Eliot is all too happy to keep him company.
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Quentin, as a general rule, was not a big fan of parties. He showed up, he hung on Eliot’s arm for a bit, drank something fruity, and either escaped upstairs or sat in the nook with a friend. But something told him this one was shaping up to be something special.