❝ It's you again ❞

"So Mike he's—" Quentin rolled the glass in his hand glancing over towards the door Mike having finally left. He'd been trying his best, really he had. Eliot was so excited about this guy and five seconds of interaction where he'd been chugging martinis Eliot had had waiting for them didn't give him much time to draw any conclusions. But Quentin had ideas about the kind of guy that could get Eliot to try monogamy and this just wasn't even remotely it.

"I didn't—I didn't uh, know beer could even get into the cottage without like... blowing up." He shrugged with a quick laugh because on one hand he'd been slightly serious. It was a relief after an undergrad where Quentin's whole everything had everyone thinking he was an IPA craft beer snob that instead he was handed cocktails on the regular.

Maybe he should have made a quick turn out of there and grabbed Julia from the library for emotional support first. They could have gone full High School where she says all the right things that are perfectly complimentary yet vague to a person while he nods instead of word vomiting. "So that not happening was weird..." He added softly trailing off while trying to think of something encouraging to say.

there's music all around them, yet another party in full blast at the Physical Kids' Cottage;

but the beat Margo is swaying to, manicured hands settled on the other's forearms loosely, is something else entirely, rhythm only the two of them are privy to ( push and pull achingly familiar );

❝ there's something on your mind, ❞ giggles fade away as dark eyes consider the distant look in Eliot's eyes, and the observation is spoken in a tone uncharacteristically soft – for his ears only – as one hand trails up his arm to find its place at the back of his neck, thumb stroking leisurely ( soothing him into relaxation ), body swaying forward, a little bit more into his space ( the magnetic pull between them manifesting in all its glory or just a further attempt to coax him into spilling the beans, no one would hear ), in the same motion, ❝ care to share? ❞

then painted lips pursue, a good-natured grin hiding behind the facade of a perfect pout:

The briefing for --- Fillory --- for Brakebills University for Magical Pedagogy, still had Alec's head reeling a bit. Some of it wasn't all that shocking. (Afterall, Idris was hidden from most of the world too.) Some of it sounded ridiculous to him. (The whole storybook series for one was a bit silly to him. He couldn't picture someone being stupid enough to write about the Shadowhunter homeland.) Yet he still knew this was just the tip of the iceberg of understanding everything about these places. The testing that had taken place prior was weird. He'd never enjoyed taking paper tests. He much preferred doing things out in the field or in a training room. And the way the test seemed to change from one moment to the next was just bizarre. Almost like it was an on going glamour that couldn't decide what it was supposed to be.

Yet, low and behold, he was told he received the highest marks of the Shadowhunters tested. He would continue the path to diplomacy by getting better acquainted with the University and by extension, Fillory. Most of his classes were proving interesting even if he felt like such a beginner with the actual magic part. Seeing Mundanes who were able to learn magic not dissimilar to warlocks wasn't completely unheard of in his own world but it was no where near as common as he was seeing now.

the walking dead ( accepting !! )

@highkingborn | smutty gif prompt | accepting

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"Yeah?" Jessica smiled, glancing at herself in the nearest mirror to assess whether they fit her face or not. Eliot's kind offer was sweet, but for all her trust issues, nerves ran through her at the offer. "Are you sure?" The glasses had been a reprieve from the sun, her eyes too sensitive after the long day. A simple fix for a stupid problem, now feeling more like a pointed gesture.