[ the flame turns blue, and he doesn't know why exactly why it's then that quentin turns, shouts so angrily. for a flash it seems like it could have been mike, but calling him alice? and that shake in his voice? mike never had that. eliot lets the flame die, tries not to flinch as he takes a cautious step forward. ]
Quentin? [ it's frightened. uncertain. things that eliot isn't, and yet, there's a familiarity to it, a moment in a park, barely a minute to say what needs to be said before the monster swallows him up again. ] Q. You're. [ he needs a moment to realize where they are and when he does, his heart clenches tightly in his chest. ]
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Quentin? [ it's frightened. uncertain. things that eliot isn't, and yet, there's a familiarity to it, a moment in a park, barely a minute to say what needs to be said before the monster swallows him up again. ] Q. You're. [ he needs a moment to realize where they are and when he does, his heart clenches tightly in his chest. ]
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