It's too early in the morning or too late at night, Quentin doesn't even know because days and nights bleed together and time seems to lose all meaning as this drags on. waking up from short naps, curled up close to Eliot or sitting up against the wall, bow clenched in his hand like he can't even relax enough in sleep to not stand guard.
But it feels like it could be morning. In those early house before daybreak, when the world slows down even in places like New York, and when it feels like he's the only one awake. Him and Riku.
Quentin just nods at the sharp tone, Riku's got nothing on Margo when she was on a mission, or wanted coffee and it hits him out of nowhere, this aching longing for home. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before following Riku outside.
"Let's just get this done."
The stream isn't that far away, but in these conditions, it might as well be on the other side of the moon with how dangerous this is. Stupidly dangerous, but that's just how it is now. Weighing one life against the survival of the others, and hoping that whatever gets them will make it quick.
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But it feels like it could be morning. In those early house before daybreak, when the world slows down even in places like New York, and when it feels like he's the only one awake. Him and Riku.
Quentin just nods at the sharp tone, Riku's got nothing on Margo when she was on a mission, or wanted coffee and it hits him out of nowhere, this aching longing for home. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before following Riku outside.
"Let's just get this done."
The stream isn't that far away, but in these conditions, it might as well be on the other side of the moon with how dangerous this is. Stupidly dangerous, but that's just how it is now. Weighing one life against the survival of the others, and hoping that whatever gets them will make it quick.