In Other Lands - Elliot/Luke
After crossing the border, Elliot just stood there for a moment, breathing deep. He knew technically, humans were at least making an effort these days to maybe not completely fuck their planet up, but the transition still left him dizzy, as if he’d not realised he was breathing poison.
By the time the familiar grounds came into view, he was running. Someone was outside, practising swordplay. Someone in leathers, hair glinting gold. Of-fucking-course.
Ignoring the supreme cliché-ness of it all, Elliot ran faster. “HEY LOSER, I’M HOME!”
A startled pause, and then a blur of arms and feathers caught him.
*
Luke was laughing and kissing his hair, babbling something ridiculous about Trigon and how they’d played some trolls who’d sacrificed a goat before the game. Elliot did not grace that with a response. He just clung tightly, breathing in the smell of Luke’s sun-warmed skin, burying his nose in Luke’s neck.
At length, Luke stopped rambling and hugged Elliot tight. “Elliot. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just – take me flying?”
“Sure.” Luke was already securing his grip. “Where?”