Eliot the Spectacular (highkingeliot) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-02-01 18:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, eliot waugh, kylo ren / ben solo |
Who: Eliot Waugh & Kylo Ren
When: Before Atlantis, roughly January 12th
Where: Their room on the Cruise Ship
What: Eliot's been trying to find a way to reach his wife and daughter for months. He and Kylo discuss the attempts and how they'd want to handle either hypothetically showing up.
Warnings: Very low, but does contain spoilers for season 2 of the Magicians and will touch on arranged marriage & child abduction.
Status: COMPLETE.
Half dressed, with his hair sticking out in curly and untamed clumps, Eliot emerged from the closet with his eyes cast down to his finger tips. He'd finally peeled himself out of bed a few minutes prior, doing his best not to wake Kylo, and had been intent on getting ready for the day ahead. It was far earlier than he'd have actually have liked to be awake but he figured he'd give an effort that morning and have breakfast with Padme and Kylo. It usually took El some time to plan an outfit for the day so him spending a chunk of time inside the closet perusing through his choices wasn't unusual. Him coming out without any garments and still wearing just the pajama pants from the night before, however, was abnormal. In his hands was the small case of which the button to Fillory sat encased. He had all of his attention focused down upon it and he was turning it over between his fingers. It had been a source of pure frustration for Eliot when it'd arrived on Christmas morning. He'd felt a rush of excitement, of which he'd practically bounded to Kylo to share, hoping the button would do as it had always done. A trip to Fillory. His eyes had been bright and he'd clasped his partners hand, intent on not letting him go, so they could go together. And it had been a bust. His mood had flipped immediately and it had been angrily tossed across the room. Only, Eliot had eventually scooped it up, retrieving it from it's spot on the floor. And he'd pocketed it before promptly trying to forget about it. When he'd been combing through his wardrobe, he'd found it tucked in his blazer pocket, just where he'd left it. He sighed heavily before automatically shifting to put it into his pajama pant pocket. Kylo wasn't entirely asleep, just not entirely awake either. There was that hazy in-between where there was a dreamlike quality to everything including the presence of his lover, which seemed to have grown stronger as Kylo himself had been pulled more into wakefulness. Eliot's sigh had been noted, and along with it a sense of frustration. Kylo turned in the bed, stretching his shoulders as he turned over, reaching a hand in the general direction of Eliot and extending it into the place where he usually laid. "Come back to bed," he told him. "Whatever's the matter will be better if you tell me about it while I'm holding you." With that said he cracked his eyes open and peered over at Eliot who was beautiful in the morning. Of course, Eliot was beautiful all of the time, but Kylo could never quite believe that he was allowed to wake up next to him, no matter how easily they had slid into that routine when they'd been at the Cottage together, nor no matter how easily it had been revived here when they were granted that same opportunity to share space. Kylo turned his palm up, still extended with a silent request for Eliot to join him along with the verbal one. Kylo shifting in the bed was enough to garner Eliot's attention and his gaze panned easily to the bed. He gave a slight hint of a smile when he watched him reach out to him and it only grew with the words Kylo spoke. Eliot wasn't sure if the frustration that easily came up as he thought of the button and Fillory would go away, but there was no doubt that he'd at least feel better with Kylo's arms wrapped around him. He stuffed his hands back into the pockets, finger curling around the case, and he gripped it tight in the palm of his hand as he stood there for one more moment. Then, he withdrew his hand, as he padded back towards the bed. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he set the button down easily on the bedside table before letting his hand move to take hold of Kylo's extended one. "I was trying to let you sleep longer," he informed him, giving a loving smile. "Mmm," Kylo hummed softly, his lips turned up in a smile as warmth from Eliot's statement encouraged him to pull in a breath and turn towards the other man. His fingers curled around Eliot's, holding those fingers gently, his eyes staying on Eliot's face for a moment before they drifted to the side table. Kylo knew that the button hadn't provided what Eliot had hoped for. While Kylo's own Christmas wishes had felt ridiculously trite, a plane kit - which was a poor substitute for a TIE silencer - and an espresso machine and a cat tree for Millicent, he knew that Eliot had hoped to be able to reunited with his daughter. While they hadn't spoken much of it for a while - and perhaps that was partially on Kylo for not asking - Kylo knew that Eliot still thought about Fen and his daughter and Fillory. Kylo was pretty certain that his requests had been an attempt to get them back. The question of what happened if or when he did hadn't really been broached and maybe it should be, although Kylo knew Eliot's preferences and that the marriage itself had been political, so he hadn't worried so much as he maybe should. He pulled his attention from the button to Eliot's face and after a heartbeat tugged gently at Eliot's fingers: "You'll figure something out, El." While he took a moment to savor his hand being held, it was at the tug upon his fingers that Eliot decided to shift, moving from his placement on the edge of the bed to lay down in his spot on the bed. He turned onto his side, facing Kylo, and reached out with his free hand to brush his fingertips across his cheek before he settled to let his arm drape over Kylo's side. "Hopefully," was how Eliot chose to respond. He hadn't given up yet. Every time another attempt to reach Fen and their child had failed, Eliot had needed to take a period of time to go through his emotions. He had largely tried to keep them close to his chest but it was becoming a cycle. Hope, disappointment, anger, and then cynicism; right before he came back around to optimism and a clear head that was ready for the next idea. He wasn't giving up. But he was running out of ideas. "I just wish I knew if we managed something back home," he expressed, quietly. He didn't necessarily want to return to Fillory permanently but a brief period, with certainty that Kylo would go and return with him, was desired. But even just knowledge of his family's safety would have been better than uncertainty. Kylo slid his arm around Eliot, pulling a little bit closer, turning so that he could face him easily. He had no experience with things like children, or people that he felt responsible for in that way, so he could only imagine what Eliot was feeling, but he was keenly familiar with the feeling of failure whether it was a failure of yourself or those around you, and he could sense that with Eliot. "Perhaps you'll get memories," Kylo suggested.His mother had gotten some of those, however, and there was no saying that the memories would be good. He pressed his fingers lightly against Eliot's side. Whether good or not, the thought wasn't so helpful in the current moment. "I have a difficult time believing that you won't figure something out at home," Kylo added. "You've tried so hard here, and you're dealing with things that are outside of your control. Even Penny's traveling doesn't work as it would normally." He wished he could figure out a way to fix any of those things, or to tell Eliot what was happening at his home. For a half second he even wished Fen might show up with their daughter, a thought that wasn't one he usually had. Technically his lover was married to someone else and Kylo didn't really know what would happen if Fen showed up. "Would it help if they were here?" He ventured quietly. Eliot gave a slight nod of his head. It was possible that he could get memories. He wasn't certain how often it happened for others. He knew that he had been here for practically a year and he still hadn't gained any new ones from home. All of his knowledge about the situation back in Fillory and at Brakebills came from his friends. If it hadn't have been for updates from Quentin and Margo, Eliot wouldn't have even known he had a child to worry about. He wouldn't have likely cared about being away from Fen either. She would have just remained a wife he'd known for a day. It'd likely have been pushed back in his mind, like a crazy Vegas wedding that was immediately annualed. He gave the smallest smile in appreciation of the statement. It was comforting to be reminded that people had faith in him and his abilities. It was even more comforting knowing Kylo did. "I don't think I'd give up there," he commented. He knew he wasn't giving up here, and at least in Fillory, he had a better chance of retrieving the two. Eliot looked to Kylo and was silent in the immediate passing moments. All of Eliot's attempts to find a way to Fillory were with the intent to rescue Fen and their daughter. He hadn't ever really discussed what he'd do if he had have managed to succeed but it wasn't as though he were going to leave them behind in Fillory. He would have had to have brought them back. They would have had to be integrated into the life he was building here. And he hadn't ever really talked about that with Kylo. He took in a breath and watched him before speaking. "If they came on their own?" Technically, it was a possibility. It could happen. Kylo was reasonably certain Eliot wouldn't give up there. It didn't seem like him at all, particularly not with how much Kylo knew that it lurked at the back of Eliot's mind and had ever since the following May when Margo had originally told Eliot of it. Kylo had felt the keen pain of the betrayal then, and if anything he'd only grown closer to the man in front of him and more able to parse emotional moods, even without really being told. The words spoken aloud, Kylo couldn't take them back and part of him dreaded the answer to the question. But it wasn't as if he'd gotten into this with Eliot without knowing about Fen. He had known about her long before he'd kissed, if maybe not before his heart had started tying itself up with Eliot. He knew that all Eliot remembered of his wife was a few hours of marriage, that everything after had come from others, but he'd had a child with her - the child that was now the impetus for wanting to get back to Fillory. And even as it threatened icy fingers of fear around his heart, that knowledge was something that made Kylo admire Eliot that much more. He could be content here, but he wanted his child to be all right, and that was a desire Kylo couldn't help but approve of wholeheartedly. No child should feel as if their parent didn't want them. That didn't mean that having them here would be simple, however. If anything it had the potential to complicate things entirely. Fen would hold a claim that Kylo couldn't, and while Eliot might be attracted to Kylo more than Fen, Kylo had been with him long enough to know that Eliot felt duty keenly - an honorable trait, but problematic to Kylo's own desires. It would be easier if Fen never was here, but it wasn't impossible that she could be. And perhaps if she were, if the child was, Eliot would be able to feel more peace about home. That didn't seem unlikely. "Yes," he said, the thumb of the hand resting on Eliot's waist gently rubbing across his skin. A small claim maybe, but certainly a claim nonetheless, trying to remind himself that he did have a claim, and that he didn't need to fear this particular question. "They could, and you wouldn't have to worry about them at home then. They would be here." Eliot's eyes cast down to the placement of Kylo's hand and for a moment he just let the statements turn over in his mind. If they were here, and were to come on their own, then Kylo was right. He wouldn't have to worry about them at home. Technically, Eliot was still in Fillory while being here, so he would be able to rule his Kingdom and help his people; while having a life in Tumbleweed or whatever part of the Cosmos they got pulled to next. He wouldn't have abandoned anyone or his duty; and he'd have his family with him in both places. It was the perfect solution and one he hoped for. And, because of that, it was one he doubted would actually come true. But, then again, he'd hoped for Margo's return and it hadn't taken long for her to come back, had it? Either time. "It would be better," he finally offered up, before lifting his eyes to look back into Kylo's. "They'd have a better life in Tumbleweed, too," he replied, though it didn't necessarily touch on the bigger, unspoken aspects of their possible arrival. While he was sure that he'd eventually grow to have some fondness for Fillory, there was no doubt that Earth was better for both Fen and a child. Tumbleweed would give them access to all advancements of the modern world, wouldn't it? They wouldn't have to worry about dipleated lands that had been too dependent on magic. There'd be proper medical care. His daughter could have an education that wasn't akin to previous centuries. It would be better. "That's what I have been wanting," he then continued. "I'd have wanted to bring them back if I had reached them on my own." He said this quietly but he didn't look away from Kylo nor did he pull his arm away. Kylo hadn’t known this, for certain, but maybe he also had known it. It made so much sense for who Eliot was, that it wasn’t a surprise, but that didn’t disrupt the looming roar of uncertainty fueled by fear that was threatening to overtake him. Kylo swallowed and breathed in, an old technique that sometimes stabilized his emotions instead of running with the fear infused phrases that screamed he’d lose Eliot in this scenario; instead he pushed another thought into their place: he’s always been there. That didn’t mean that he knew how to respond. He’d asked the question and didn’t know the follow-up thing to say, well done, he told himself as he dropped his eyes from Eliot’s face for a moment instead focusing on the lines of his chest and arms. They were lines Kylo knew intimately, and wanted to continue to know intimately regardless of Fen or a child. It wasn’t unheard of in his galaxy for individuals to have multiple partners or even family groups. Species had different beliefs and while there was nothing about sharing Eliot that was particularly enchanting to Kylo, he could. Right? He could do that so long as he got to keep him? In a strange way he already shared Eliot with Margo, even if that wasn’t sexually. Emotionally the two were close and she didn’t even like Kylo but Eliot had stayed with him. And Kylo knew Eliot would prefer him in bed to Fen, so he could probably - The thought wandered off into uncertainty. What would Eliot want? It was the question he was most afraid of asking, which he would have done anything to avoid asking in the past but in this case avoiding would have meant leaving, or retreating from Eliot, it might keep him from pain, but it might bring its own. He brought his forehead forward to close the distance between them, placing his on Eliot’s, his eyes still closed as his hand went in search of Eliot’s to thread fingers through his, in search of a hope. “I think I knew that,” he said finally. It felt like not enough. “El,” he breathed, searching for the question that would definitely give him the answer he wanted and knowing that didn’t exist. “It’d be good for you to know.” He finished. Eliot took in a breath of his own when Kylo's gaze fell downward and away from his own. He wasn't entirely positive about what was going on in Kylo's thoughts. Was he disappointed? Was he worried? Or was he none of those things and Eliot way off base? He shut his eyes in turn when Kylo's forehead pressed against his and for a period, he just savored the closeness, though his mind was racing. And once his hand was held in Kylo's, he gave it a gentle squeeze, before nodding his head in response to the words he had spoken. At least this conversation wasn't too out of left field for Kylo, then. He didn't open his eyes but he could hear the way his name had taken on the form of a question. There was something that was being left unsaid and hanging in the silence. And Eliot wasn't entirely certain that the statement that Kylo did finally say was what had been hanging. "I'd like to stop worrying," he replied, because it had been a constant. The concerns for his family had been there ever since Margo had told him what had occurred. And it was eating away at Eliot, even if he did his best to hide it from everyone else; even to some extent Kylo. "We have enough room, at the Cottage. Things wouldn't have to change much," he offered up, delicately. It wasn't outright asking about whether Kylo was worried or not but it was allowing for the conversation to be had if Kylo wanted it to be. And if not? Well, Eliot was saying the truth as he saw it. Things wouldn't have to change much. Things wouldn't have to change much, Kylo breathed in as he heard those words and released the breath a little more slowly. A bit of calm settling in even with the worry. "Yeah," he breathed out, and he pulled back so he could look at Eliot again. "I'd like for you to stop worrying," he said, sincere, even if he wasn't certain how things would look if Fen were to show up. "And there is enough room at the Cottage. You're married to her though, even if it was arranged, and for her, if she was from that time, if she were pregnant, or had your child with her, she would have known you longer. I know you had just been married when you got here, and you don't remember her well, but she would have all these other memories." It wasn't outright asking how things would be affected, but it was broaching the conversation maybe, just a little. "That's true," he conceded. Eliot was fairly certain that no matter when Fen arrived from, if she ever arrived at all, that she would be from further along in their marriage than he was. After all, everyone else who had come from his world had been from further along. He was the furthest back when it came to knowledge; why would this hypothetical situation be any different? "She and I will just have to play catch up in that situation," he added on, because that was essentially what was going to have to happen. Unless he got memories like so many others seemed to. Kylo nodded, of course. To a certain extent he'd even had it with his own mother, although they had neither of them dove too deeply into the missing knowledge. There were other extenuating circumstances there that wouldn't exist with Fen and Eliot, thankfully for Eliot. "What would you tell her?" He asked. "About us?" He glanced to their entwined hands for a moment as he thought about this question. He didn't know Fen well enough to know how he'd navigate the conversation completely. He did know that she didn't mind Idri. Or at least, Margo had been under the belief that she didn't mind. He supposed it was only for Fen to say definitively. "I'd tell her that I have a life here and you are part of it," he answered after a few moments. "And I'd tell her exactly how." Kylo nodded. It wasn't a total relaxing, but he felt like he could breathe which was a better place than he'd been in a few moments before. It didn't say what Fen would say to any of it of course, but Eliot would tell her. He squeezed Eliot's hand. "That makes sense I guess. It's not like you're the only person who has found someone here when they're attached in their homeworld." At least Kylo was fairly certain of this. "And attached is a - well -" he frowned. He wanted to say that Eliot didn't really need to do anything for Fen, exactly. But if she showed up and if she had a baby, or even a young girl with her, Kylo knew that wasn't how it would work - or should work. "You have a child, El. You've got to think about that. We both do." He nodded in response. He knew he couldn't be the only one who had found someone in Tumbleweed when they had someone else back home. "A legal way of putting it?" He offered up, with a raised eyebrow. When speaking of his own knowledge of Fen, and their circumstances, and not taking into account everything else he'd been told from the others, this felt like the best way to describe it. He was tied to Fen out of circumstance and necessity. It had never been more than that. He hadn't even planned on being a devote husband to her when he took his vows. There'd been wheels turning in his head to try to find loopholes. "I am thinking of her," he stated. The baby was a large part of why Eliot was so determined to get to Fillory. He didn't want his daughter being harmed by fairies and separated from her family. He thought of her more than he ever would have dreamed possible. He hadn't exactly ever wanted children. "I'll take care of her and I'll take care of Fen. But you're still going to be here, too," he offered, before looking to him. "As long as you want to be." He didn't think Kylo was going to want to cut and run once his wife showed up, but he didn't want him to feel obligated to stay either. After all they hadn't really talked about her coming here or not before. But, in all honesty, he didn't think Kylo would leave. When Eliot thought of the future, Kylo was in it. "Yes, legal," Kylo hesitated. It was one way to put it. Maybe it was the only real way to put it, considering what he knew of Eliot's preferences, and history. He pulled his hand from Eliot's so that he could reach it up to tame one of the curls that was falling across his forehead, his gaze following his hand, and finally settling on Eliot's gaze. "I want to be," he told him. When he thought about any sort of future, he couldn't help but think of Eliot. And he wanted Eliot to be happy, to not be worried about what was happening with Fen and his daughter, if that meant they were here, then it meant they were here and Kylo would figure out how to deal with that. Even if it were all hypothetical. "I just want you, El." He let his gaze move down to Kylo's hand, worried momentarily as the man let go of his hand, but it was only for a split second. His gaze followed his hand and he let out a content sigh when the hair was brushed to the side, before letting his gaze settle back to look at Kylo. He smiled with the words. While he didn't think Kylo would leave, it was comforting to have the affirmation. "You've got me," he promised him, shifting so he could wrap his free arm around the man once again, his hand resting up against his shoulder. "You know we'll be okay, right?" Eliot was so beautiful when he smiled. Kylo didn't think he'd ever get tired of having that smile, and the trust that Eliot offered him, directed towards him. He didn't think anyone else had ever granted it so completely as Eliot had, and like someone who had been without water for way too long, he felt sometimes as if he were almost too greedy for it. His fingers moved further into Eliot's curls, playing with his scalp gently. "I want to believe that," he said quietly. "It's never really been true for me before, but I want it, with you. I believe you're going to be a good father, eventually - whether that's here, or there. I don't see how you could be anything else." He sucked in a breath as Kylo's hand moved further into his curls, his eyes shutting momentarily as he relished in the sensation. He loved having his hair played with and always had. It was something he was certain had been easy to pick up on for anyone he was intimate with. His lips parted and he opened his eyes once again, listening to the quiet words that Kylo spoke. "But do you?" he asked, rather gently, allowing his hand to move back and forth soothingly against Kylo's shoulder. "I don't know if that's true," he then whispered. He didn't have faith in his parenting abilities. He didn't necessarily know what he was doing but he knew he had to try. "I'm going to give it my best effort though," he offered up, because that certainly was his intent. Then he thought for a moment. "Ky," he spoke, gazing shifting to ensure it met his lovers. "If she ever did come, her alone or her with her Mother, what would you want to be to her?" He asked, quietly. "I know you might not know yet but..." He trailed off. "I do when I'm with you," Kylo responded. It was an easy answer, and it could have been a flippant one, too sappy to be taken seriously. But it was also deeply true. There were many things Kylo was able to believe when he was with Eliot, it was when he had to step outside and face the rest of the world, reality and judgement and all, that the certainty faltered. As did his hand with Eliot's next question. He stilled, his gaze caught in Eliot's, the gravity of the answer creeping in. Kylo was pretty certain that if one were looking for parental figures, he was the last place one should look. He'd never really given thought to having children outside of a maybe one day when the galaxy is set to right sort of scenario. Some child to carry on the Skywalker blood, and to succeed him eventually, maybe. But that had been such a far off day, that it had never been given serious thought about what it would look like. Certainly he wasn't ready right now to try to guide any child his own or someone else's. But as that frantic set of thoughts built up, it was stilled by another thought. Eliot was not older than he was. Eliot had just got his kingdom. Eliot wasn't anymore ready. Kylo understood that somehow. But Kylo also knew Eliot would do everything he could for that little girl if she showed up. "I'm… not sure," he said slowly, and his voice felt smaller to his ears than normal. "I'm not a…" he was going to say father, which was technically true, but it was more than that. It was more that he didn't think he could be a father figure, but even as he said that a series of 'what if's slid through his brain. If they were to come here, Fen and Eliot's daughter, and Eliot were to leave, Kylo knew he'd look after them both until Eliot might return. There was an absolute certainty to that, because it was something that would matter to Eliot. "What would you want me to be?" Eliot didn't mind the answer. It was a reasonable one, considering he had been speaking about them as a pair. When they were together, it felt as if things would work out, because they had one another to lean upon. He knew there were plenty of times he leaned on Kylo for support; and he hoped that Kylo would always feel able to do in return with himself. So he just nodded his head in agreement. He noticed the stillness that followed his question and for a moment he wondered if he was asking too much, even if it was a hypothetical. His intent wasn't to force his lover to feel pressured into any position that would make him uncomfortable. He instead wanted to have an idea of what would make Kylo the most comfortable in the hypothetical. If his daughter were to ever arrive, this was important to know. And, of course, the answer could change. Eliot wouldn't blame Kylo if his stance ever did change one way or another. It wasn't Kylo's obligation, after all. "That is alright," Eliot offered up, and hoped that the words felt genuine. He didn't need an answer at the moment. He just wanted the conversation to be at least be broached. His eyes did cast down, however, with the next words Eliot knew what word was likely going to follow in the trail off. Kylo wasn't a Father and Eliot wasn't going to force him into that role. "You don't have to be one," he quietly said, before glancing back up. But the next question made Eliot pause in return. What did Eliot want Kylo to be for his little girl? It was a difficult question to ask, especially since this was all hypothetical. "I guess it depends," he began. "I just want you to be comfortable. If that means she just knows you in terms of what you mean to me, that is alright." "I don't want to be someone who takes you away from your family," Kylo spoke low, words tumbling over each other in a sudden rush as that realization bubbled up inside of him. He realized he might not have the best notion of what Family could be, but in his head, it was something much different to what he'd had. Much closer to what he had with Eliot, but if Eliot's daughter were to arrive here, then Kylo might not know how he would want to be around her, but he did know that he wouldn't want to take Eliot away from her, not for any reason. And maybe that would dictate the type of relationship he had with her. He didn't know. His fingers slid down to Eliot's face, cupping his jaw gently as he looked at him earnestly. "Yet you're also my family. I don't know what that would look like, for us. I don't really know children, at all." "I didn't think that you would," Eliot offered up. After all, it was Kylo who had just moments ago mentioned how Eliot had a daughter to think about. That statement, and the concern about what their relationship could be if Fen were to arrive, did not indicate to Eliot that Kylo would want to break Eliot away from his family. Even still, Kylo had been supportive of Eliot's other relationships, even when that support wasn't returned. "I think the only way you could take away my family is if you left," he offered up, reaching out to brush at a strand of the man's hair. "Neither do I. We would both be at a bit of a lose," he reassured him, with the smallest hint of a smile. Hesitating for a moment, as if something were dawning upon him, he quietly added, "I think...I think Fen would not find this unusual. The type of family we could have. You, me, her. Her and I's daughter." Eliot hadn't told him about Idri. It hadn't been because he wanted to hold the information back. It had been because it was the least important fact Margo had given Eliot the night he'd found out about the fairies. It had been so unimportant, when pressed against the light of his life in Tumbleweed, that he had almost forgotten about his other suitor. A man he had even less understanding of than Fen. "Fillory allows for multiple partners. And Fen would know this." Margo had said Fen was fine with it. Wouldn't Fen be more happy about Eliot being with someone he loved than a stranger? That was a point in Kylo's favor, was it not? "My point being...you don't have to take me away from my family. You could be part of it, just like you are now." Something in Kylo seemed to release with Eliot's words. Maybe he was not self-aware enough to know exactly what it was, but there had been a pressure, a holding in, and he'd been aware of that tension since he'd broached the topic of Fen being here. There'd been the weight of not wanting to throw back the wrong emotion, to damage Eliot, or their relationship, and now something had shifted. It hadn't taken very long in this culture to understand that at least in Tumbleweed, if not the entirety of Earth, a coupling was two. It was a coupling. It was also the most typical in many areas in his galaxy, even if it wasn't the only way families could be brought together. To learn that Fillory allowed for different things, that Fen would know that and that there was some possibility that he could be accepted by her - he hadn't realized how much of a relief that could be. "They do?" He shifted, and his gaze softened. Kylo had known about Fen and the daughter long before he'd kissed Eliot, and long before their relationship had become anything more intimate. In the back of his mind there had always been the possibility that they could show up. Q had, Margo, and Alice, and Penny, there were others, likely from Eliot's world that could. He had always known that he might have to at some point share Eliot, and he had always believed he would be okay with it - Eliot loved him, after all. Kylo believed that, could feel it, and El knew Kylo in a way he couldn't know someone that he had known for only twelve hours, even if that had been someone he'd been physically attracted to. "That'd be alright I think," it was on the tip of his tongue to ask if Eliot thought Fen would like him all right, but he realized Eliot wouldn't know. Instead he shifted a leg to curl over Eliot's, and he smiled, running a thumb along his cheek. "I'd try not to get too jealous and keep you all the time." "They do," he repeated, with a delicate nod of his head. It was a relief for Eliot to know that at least he wasn't going to be completely miserable in his personal life back in Fillory. It wasn't the freedom to bed whomever he wished, as the marriage contract was still in place as far as he knew, but it did allow for him to be able to be with someone more aligned with his attractions. It felt like a compromise when he thought about Fillory and that whole situation. Of course, Eliot didn't really want to return to that life. He wanted to bring the important parts of it here to this reality. And, without the marriage contract forcing him into monogamy, he'd chosen it on his own with Kylo. It'd been done without any discussion from Eliot on the matter. One day, perhaps, it would need to be discussed; most likely if Fen were to ever arrive. He'd have to navigate that carefully and figure out how to restructure his life. Ideally, he'd be Fen's husband in name and name only. But that was a concern for the future. "Margo told me. I just never thought to bring it up until now. But apparently Fen is alright with us bringing in another arrangement," he explained, his smile warming up. "So I think we can safely say she isn't going to hate the idea of you and me if she shows up." Which, he was very thankful for. He didn't want to have to deal with her being upset about him being with someone else. Not when she was going to possibly have many other things to cope with. He wanted things to be easy for her. Then his smile grew and he moved his hand to rest against the small of Kylo's back, pulling him closer. "I don't know. You being a little jealous has worked out in my favor, before," he reminded him, with a flash of a wicked grin. Kylo couldn't be upset about the new information when Eliot was here next to him warm, and smirking, with his voice ringing gently in his ears. He could see why it might not have come up, if it was something that hadn't happened to Eliot himself. He would have focused in on things that Margo told him that he understood something of, the marriage, and a child from that marriage, obviously would have taken precedence in his mind. There was a relief too in knowing that Fen wouldn't necessarily expect Eliot to have waited for her, or to just be hers. It didn't mean things wouldn't have to be navigated should she ever appear, but that particularly wouldn't have to be navigated. Kylo could still keep his claim on Eliot. He wouldn't have to let him go. Kylo hummed, as he moved forward for a kiss. It wasn't as if either of them had any particular reason why they had to get up right now, in this moment, and suddenly he really didn't want to. "Has it?" he murmured against Eliot's lips. "I think you should unpack that statement for me. Before breakfast, if possible." |