quentinsollys (![]() ![]() @ 2021-04-26 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !open, ~2021 april, ~~alyssa gardner (italktobugs), ~~quentin sollys (quentinsollys) |
WHO: Quentin Sollys and OPEN
WHAT: Reminiscing and accidentally sneaking up on people
WHERE: By the river
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Quentin loved spring. Of course, the flowers and trees here in Madison Valley were nothing like the perfect ones in the Summerlands, but they possessed a strange wild beauty because of their imperfections. Still, it made him a bit homesick as he took a walk through the dusky public gardens. In Toronto, they could still have snow in April, of course. In Shadowed Hills, Luna's roses would be blooming and scenting the entire Knowe. He couldn't help but wonder what adventures Sir Daye would be going on while he was lost here in Madison Valley. He also thought of Dean for a moment, missing him as much as he missed Toby.
Of course, he had Sabrina here, and he cared for her very much. He knew that his fling with Dean back home wasn't Endgame - they both had duties they had to fulfil that would pull them apart over the years. But still, he'd been one of the first who knew exactly who Quentin was in his old world. He'd tell Sabrina about Dean one day - it didn't seem so important since the other Fae wasn't even here and their lives were so vastly different here. And Sabrina made him happy.
Leaving the gardens, he went down to the river, walking silently. His steps didn't even make the slightest sound as he came up behind someone on the bench, surprising them without even meaning to.
"Oh...I'm sorry," he said, blushing a little. He had to remember that human hearing wasn't as good as that of the Fae. Or even changelings, for that matter.