In Other Lands - Elliot/Luke
Golden’s hair products were silky perfection; none of them strong enough to defy the eternal curse that prevented Elliot’s hair from being tamed. Eventually he gave up, which Luke took as an invitation to run his hands through his tangled curls.
“It’s nicer like this anyway.”
“Yes, we’d established your rat’s nest hair kink is super-weird.”
“I… wish I could come with you.”
Elliot wished so too, a bewildering amount. Stupid magical border. “You’d hate it. Lots of people and noise.”
“Then” – a tiny pause – “is it really worth going?”
Elliot stared at him, aghast. “It’s Eurovision. It’s worth everything!”