Quentin Coldwater (sadkingquentin) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2023-04-17 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gamewideplot, the magicians: quentin coldwater, ~ex the magicians: eliot waugh |
Who: Eliot Waugh and Quentin Coldwater
What: If you like half-priced chocolate and getting caught in the…
When: Monday, April 10th (Future Vision Plot)
Where A store near The Station, then their apartment
Warnings: None, just fluffy
Let’s be fair, who could pass up half price chocolate? Certainly not Eliot. Especially if he could find his favorite, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. That Quentin was going with him, most likely humoring him, was a bonus. That wasn’t a complaint. Getting out for a bit even if only to shop for discounted candy would be good for them both. He was doing his best not to dwell too much on recent events. His main concern was the well being of Quentin.
“Come to daddy,” Eliot spoke in a sing-song voice when they came upon the discounted candy, but more importantly, the Reese’s. He picked up two bags and put them in the basket he carried. “No eggs. Most disappointing.” He sighed dramatically then smiled, turning to look at Q. “Don’t judge me for my Resse’s Peanut Butter love. It’s natural and long standing.” He laughed then leaned down to press a soft kiss to the others lips. “Do you want anything? You’re already my favorite sweet treat,” he grinned.
At the very least, Quentin was in a better mood than he had been a couple of weeks ago. Part of it was work. Most of it was Eliot. He'd been amazing, even while Q's bad mood had lasted a few days. Quentin just couldn't shake the feeling like he might be replaced at any second, but he told himself that had as much to do with paranoia as it did with anything else. Well, paranoia and his paltry sense of self-worth. So getting out after Easter and shopping for cheap candy, doing something so utterly normal, it helped. It really did.
He laughed, first at Eliot cooing at the chocolate, and then when he was kissed and complimented in short order. "That's pretty high praise indeed, if I rank right up there with with your chocolate and peanut butter affection."
Q turned to peruse the shelves and found a bag of egg-shaped suckers. It went into Eliot's basket, along with a bag of Reese's eggs that had been hidden in the mess leftover by hasty last minute shoppers and customer service clerks who couldn't be bothered to clear it up. Not that he blamed them. It would all be swapped out for whatever the next holiday was anyway. He beamed as he presented the eggs to his boyfriend. "Don't say I never get anything nice for you."
"You know you rank above my chocolate and peanut butter love." He nudged Quentin with his hip and smiled at him affectionately. Looking back to the candy he looked over it all and moved down the aisle a little. There was a bag of mini Hershey chocolate bars and he wondered if he should get it. He could give it to Q2. They'd only spoken twice since his arrival and he had yet to see him. He couldn't help worrying about him and how he was doing as well as adjusting. Such thoughts brought up all the emotions that he worked hard to keep in check because he had no one to talk to them about. His top priority was to be there for his Q and support him.
He picked up the bag and added it to his basket before moving back down the aisle just in time to have Quentin add some suckers and then a package of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs. "Aww, you really love me. How did I miss those?" One last look at the candy told him there wasn't anything else he wanted. "Shall we go? Some coffee sounds good when we get home." And chocolate of course. They moved to the self-checkout and soon were ready to leave. Eliot paused at the exit. "Great. It's raining."
"I'm just lucky, I guess." And he was, he really was. Quentin marveled at it almost every day. After their massively rocky start, he hadn't been sure they were still friends, let alone get to the point when they were lovers and in love again. He followed El in a little bit of a daze, just reveling in the feelings going through him, until they were at the door and he became aware that it was pouring—not just from Eliot's grumbling observation but also from the low rumble of it pounding against the sidewalk and the streets. "Well, despite your assertions about my sweetness levels, I don't think I'll melt. Maybe I should worry more about my wickedness instead."
Q took his boyfriend's hand and tugged him toward the door. "I had no idea it was supposed to rain today, but there's not much we can do about it now. Probably best to just get it over with, and then most definitely we're getting coffee."
"Wickedness?" Eliot gave him a look then laughed. "Who are you and what have you done with Q?" He winked then looked back out at the rain and sighed. "I know, I know, but my hair!" Laughter escaped him again before he looked outside once more. He should have called an uber, but Quentin was pulling him toward the door and out into the rain.
They made a dash toward The Station which wasn't all that far from the store they'd been in. The rain pelted down upon them and he knew they'd be soaked through by the time they got home. Suddenly Eliot stopped. He blinked his eyes several times as something like a movie or a vision began to play before him. "What the hell?" he whispered as he watched the scene unfold. He stood in a room alone decked out in a fabulous and fancy tuxedo looking in a mirror. The door behind him opened and Margo walked in. His heart squeezed inside his chest. She walked up to him and held out a small box in her hand which she opened. She said something, but he couldn't hear it. He stared at the round band in the box then picked it up and put it in the pocket of his jacket. He then kissed her cheek and pulled her into a tight hug. He could clearly see the happiness he was feeling. The vision began to fade away and Eliot fought to hold onto it. The sounds of the city and the rain phased back in and then it was gone. He looked all around then over to Quentin with a bewildered expression.
Q actually took two more steps beyond Eliot and had turned back at the quiet exclamation when he was hit with a scene that completely eclipsed his vision. He got the impression of people watching him, but he was too busy gazing at the figure in front of him. Tall, dashing, his eyes glittered as they looked right back at Quentin. A grin tugged at Q's mouth, and he knew the more sedate one answering his own was no less exuberant. Fiercely manicured fingers snapped in front of his face, and he glanced at Margo sheepishly. She made a "go on" motion, and he began to speak: "I, Quentin, take you, Eliot—"
The rain ran into his eyes, and Q had to blink rapidly. Some of the emotion of whatever he'd seen lingered, and he found himself looking up at Eliot all over again. "Um."
That was strange. The look on Quentin's face told him may have experienced something similar. "Let's get out of this rain." He took the others hand and pulled him inside The Station then they made their way up to their apartment. He sat the wet bag of candy in the sink then turned around. "We should put on some dry clothes. The last thing I want is for either of us to get sick." While they weren't soaked through he didn't want to take any chances.
He went for his pj's. Why not? He wasn't planning on going anywhere else. "Do you want some coffee or cocoa?" He could go for something warm. In the kitchen he took down a couple of mugs. "D...did you see anything in the rain?" He turned his gaze to Quentin.
There was no space in Quentin's mind for anything but that inane utterance all the way from the store up to their apartment. If that wasn't a testament to just how floored he'd been by whatever the hell that had been, then nothing else was. He was still standing by the door as Eliot moved around the apartment, just letting his familiar voice roll over his mind without getting much from the words themselves. There were probably suggestions in there, and a question or two, but it was the last one that finally shook him from his stupor.
He took a further step into the room, and the vision of Eliot looking so cozy was almost enough to make him stop again. It also made him aware of being damp and edging toward uncomfortable. But all that could wait, the changing, the figuring out what other choice Eliot had given him, because he was marching up to his boyfriend and sliding an arm around his back and pulling him close while he got onto his tip-toes and kissed El for a long, trembling moment. "I saw something beautiful. Did you?"
There really wasn't any doubt that Q had seen something, but what was the question. He stood there almost in daze which made Eliot wonder if it had been something unpleasant. If so, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Almost suddenly Quentin walked over and pulled him close into a long tender kiss. For a moment his brain grumbled about getting damp, but what care did he have about that when such a kiss was to be had and it sent warmth rolling through him?
A smile spread across his face when it was revealed Quentin had seen something beautiful. He nodded. "Yeah, I think I caught a glimpse of my wedding day. I was in this room wearing a fabulous tuxedo. I mean, it was sharp, then Margo walked in." He paused, his emotions welling up a bit. The thought of her always made him a little sad. He missed her so damn much. "She handed me this box and inside was a ring that I put in my pocket. She was smiling from ear to ear and gave me a tight hug...then it was over. It was strange, but I was happy and nervous." He laughed softly. "Are you going to share what you saw?"
The more Eliot talked about his vision, the more Quentin's seemed to shore up into an inevitable reality. And he wanted it, so badly it made him ache. His slow smile built into a grin, and he quoted the last words he'd heard: "'I, Quentin, take you Eliot.' That's what I got from the end of it. And you were there, right in front me. You really did look sharp… and fabulous. There were people around us, and Margo got a little irritated because I couldn't stop looking at you to pay attention."
He blinked rapidly against the sting in his eyes. "I want that. For us. And if it means we have to wait for Margo to get here, or for us to go back home to have it, then so be it. Fifty years, we promised each other, and I mean to make good on that."
Eliot would not have guessed he would see such a vision. More often than not he'd not seen himself as the 'settling' down type. More like he didn't think anyone would want him like that or that he was good enough. He grinned. "Well, I am rather handsome so I can't blame you for being distracted," he teased. "We both know Margo isn't the most patient person in the world. I'm surprised she didn't slap you on the back of the head." A soft chuckle escaped him. He could absolutely see her doing that. It made his own ache of missing her rise to the surface briefly before he pushed it down.
"I want those things, too." He wrapped an arm around Quentin and pulled him close, the other hand cradled the back of his head, fingers petting over his hair. He couldn't tell Q it was only possible here, that if he went back home, death was waiting for him. "I just want you to be happy." He nuzzled against him. "You deserve all the happiness in the world." And more.
"She snapped in my face." Quentin laughed, and the tears that had threatened spilled over. At least they were the happy kind this time. "I probably got off lightly." His hands squeezed at Eliot's back, still clutching at him. "So do you," he murmured. "All that and every good thing life has to offer. You and me and whatever may come next."
It wasn't a proposal, not yet, but it would be. And soon, if Q had any say in the matter.