In Other Lands/Eurovision - Elliot, Go_A
Their hotels were near each other, so they wandered slightly unsteadily, through the night streets of Rotterdam. Kateryna had her arm tucked into Elliot’s and he could feel the brush of her wings against him as they walked. The feeling was so familiar that when she stopped under a streetlamp and turned to kiss him, Elliot actually leaned in.
He jerked back before their lips could touch. “Sorry, oh god, no, that is completely – it was the wings, I’m kind of conditioned… I mean, you’re very, and I wish you all the- but, I’m super-embarrassingly in love with my boyfriend.”
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They laughed it off, but suddenly, in this strange city, with alcohol and the echoes of aggressively poppy music still buzzing through him, Elliot wished for nothing more in the world than to be in his own bed, wrapped up in Luke’s warm wings and missing plumbing.
Kateryna clearly saw something in his face, because her sharp features softened slightly. “Safe travels home, Elliot,” she murmured, then dug something out of her purse and handed it to him. Elliot stared at the tape.
“So you can listen to us there. Perhaps” – she hesitated – “play it for my sisters.”