[The Monster is still there, same as Julia and Alice, like they're drawing in closer all three of them. Maybe because Quentin is trying to very hard not to pay attention.
There's that familiar lingering touch to the top of his head, a hand trailing down his chest- impossible, impossible, because Eliot is there, drawn up tightly and pressed so firmly against all of Quentin that there's no room for anything else. Eliot's face against his hand and Eliot's chest pushing in to his with every breath either of them takes.
But they're still there.
Julia, crying now and she's begging. So prettily. For Quentin to just come back, please, Q. Come back. She never touches him, though.
And Quentin kisses Eliot back, desperate and crying a little, tears leaking out from under his tightly shut eyes and
Alice. She sounds so cold, like an ice-burn on winter cheeks. Something that will sting, once it sets in properly and she's talking, soft and superior, about all of his many, countless failures and how this is just going to be another one, Q, god. Didn't you learn anything?]
Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me--
[Quentin is almost chanting it, between kisses and in to the next one. Making a choice, because even if this is all just in his head, even if Eliot and everything that they are, is just something he made up in his head- even if all of this is just one big lie and the real world is just outside, without magic, without pain, without Eliot, Quentin is going to choose this. Right here.]
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There's that familiar lingering touch to the top of his head, a hand trailing down his chest- impossible, impossible, because Eliot is there, drawn up tightly and pressed so firmly against all of Quentin that there's no room for anything else. Eliot's face against his hand and Eliot's chest pushing in to his with every breath either of them takes.
But they're still there.
Julia, crying now and she's begging. So prettily. For Quentin to just come back, please, Q. Come back. She never touches him, though.
And Quentin kisses Eliot back, desperate and crying a little, tears leaking out from under his tightly shut eyes and
Alice. She sounds so cold, like an ice-burn on winter cheeks. Something that will sting, once it sets in properly and she's talking, soft and superior, about all of his many, countless failures and how this is just going to be another one, Q, god. Didn't you learn anything?]
Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me--
[Quentin is almost chanting it, between kisses and in to the next one. Making a choice, because even if this is all just in his head, even if Eliot and everything that they are, is just something he made up in his head- even if all of this is just one big lie and the real world is just outside, without magic, without pain, without Eliot, Quentin is going to choose this. Right here.]