Magicians - Eliot & Q
There was a shimmering in the air, almost heavenly, if he believed in that happily ever after. Eliot shook his head, willing the cocktails´ effect to leave his system.
He smelled... peanut butter? Cookies? What witchcraft was this?
The air seemed to thin out in front of him. People on laptops... he could see them. In different places, but together. Creating fiction out of mere prompts. Mystic creatures, a giant song competition, Vikings, Old Powers, heroines and warriors. Puppies.
Q was walking among them. He could see him clearly. As if he truly was given life from their words. Magical.