#allmedicate

Gods, he’s so close. She can feel his breath on her skin and it terrifies her. Men don’t terrify Margo the Destroyer. Except, it’s Q and Q is different. She actually cares about him. El actually cares about him and yes El can sometimes be the cover star of a gay romance novel but it’s different with Quentin. Why is he so different? He’s just some washed up nerd who knows way too much about Fillory and would probably bang it if he could bang a world, Ember would love that imagery.

She cracks a smile when his lips touch hers. She should’ve had more to drink, she’s pretty sure she’s sober because her breath is actually shaking. It’s Quentin for fucks sake. It’s not like she declared love to him or anything, except she kinda did but in her Margo way where you have to take off a few blanket layers to realize it. She does love him, she doesn’t know why yet and until or if that happens then maybe she’ll tell him. 

yes, hit me

yesssss. <3

is this where i flap q in front of you? :P

The smallest of smiles touch Quentin’s lips and he’s stepping towards Julia, arms pulling her close for a hug; his face in her hair. She smells like Julia; like honeysuckle, like sunlight, like she’s always smelled like and he takes a deep breath, shoulders sagging as if a weight is settling on them as he pulls back enough to stare down at her. ‘You’re never going to have to face anything alone. Not again, I promise Jules; never again.’ His mind flashes back to the latest events that had seemed to plague Julia since his acceptance to Brakebills; when everything started, her hunt for magic and then Reynard… He feels his jaw clench at the memory of his name and he hides his face in her hair once more, holding her tightly. ‘I will always want you in my corner too, Jules. I’m sorry that I forgot that…’

she doesn’t hold it against him, not really. not anymore. there was a time she’d been so angry, she could hardly breathe with the force of it. but the truth is, their friendship had never really been tested. even from the beginning, it’d been a friendship of ease and proximity. they’d always been the smartest, the most genius, thus always together and so it had made sense. it made sense to apply to the same schools and extracurriculars; read the same books and have the same interests. there’d never been any real strife in their lives to strengthen it beyond what it already was. until EVERYTHING. and it broke. their friendship, everything they were, simply BROKE and for awhile there it seemed it wouldn’t get fixed ever again. but some things... some things come into perspective when your whole world is on fire. and that perspective was that she loves quentin. he’s her best friend, for real this time. and she decided, you know what, actually she doesn’t want to do this thing called life without him. 

  she tilts her nose into his neck a bit as he buries his face in her hair. 

do you know how many times i mumble 'what kind of fucking name is makepeace' a day? ����������

do you know how many times i mumble 'what kind of fucking name is makepeace' a day? ����������