Eliot the Spectacular (highkingeliot) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2017-11-12 16:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, eliot waugh, kylo ren / ben solo |
Who: Kylo Ren & Eliot Waugh
When: October 8th, after this and this
Where: Central Park
What: They talk about NYC, Chandrila and flying. Eliot tells Kylo about the disagreement he had with Leia involving the Fall Festival.
Rating: G
Status: Complete.
The come as you aren't party may have pushed their trip off for a few days beyond what they had intended, but Kylo and Eliot had still made it to New York. New York City was more or less everything that Kylo had hoped for: large, anonymous, with lights and people everywhere. The hotel had an amazing view, and the desk worker had been extremely helpful to them being able to stay the length of time they had hoped for. Kylo had to admit that he preferred humans to droids in jobs like these. You could change things with a droid, but you needed to be a bit better with mechanics than he traditionally was, but people were easier. Their first evening was being spent walking through what Eliot had said was one of the most well known parks in the city and Kylo had to confess to being somewhat impressed by the size of the thing. While he suspected it wasn't true, he had chased the wonder of whether or not the park itself was as large as the entire town of Tumbleweed. He slid his hand into Eliot's and looked over at him. "This is pretty," he said, a smirk pulling up his lips as he realized pretty was sort of an understatement for how relaxed he felt. Maybe that had very little to do with the setting and everything to do with Eliot though. "The view is fantastic," he added, smirk intensifying as his eyes rested on Eliot's profile. "Do they sell hot beverages around here though? I think I could use one." Eliot had thought ahead enough to not put many reservations in place or purchase tickets for any events. He'd assumed they'd be able to get into whatever they did want but setting a specific day down in stone had worried him. He had been around Tumbleweed enough now to understand that the town had a way of diverting plans and you always had to scramble to rearrange things. Thankfully, the only thing that had really needed to be changed was their departure date, and Eliot was more than grateful for this. The trip would be shorter than intended but that wasn't so bad. They could always come back whenever they wanted and Eliot was already considering the notion of showing Kylo his city during a nice snowfall. But those were thoughts for later on in the future. Right now, he was fixating on being in the present beside Kylo, and he turned his gaze towards him, a smile forming. "You could walk around in here for days and still not see everything," he commented, in regards to the vicinity of Central Park. This was true. Eliot had lived in New York City for years now and he knew that there were new areas that even he hadn't seen. Vendors came and went. Exhibits followed the same pattern. As with everything else in his favored location, change was constant but there was also a sense of familiarity. Something new might come in but it was still Central Park in Manhattan. It gave you something new to look forward to while knowing you were where you wanted to be. Then he nodded his head. "Oh, we can find something. What are you fancying? Coffee? chocolate?" Those would be the easiest to get their hands on and he suspected they could go up to a street vendor to get any of those things. Or one of the scattered permanent stations for food. Kylo shrugged. He could do coffee. He'd gotten used to it working at the Espresso Pump in Tumbleweed, and might admit to favoring it even over caf these days, but he wasn't certain if coffee or chocolate sounded better. Perhaps the smartest thing to do was really let Eliot determine. After all, he was here to see Eliot's city and to let Eliot show him places. "What do you think?" He turned to look at the man next to him. "Is one better than the other here? Or one more… iconic?" He stuffed his hands in his pocket as he took a full look around the walkway. "I assume we're not going to spend all of the next few days here though," he teased. "Even if we could." "I'd go with the chocolate, if only because there are some amazing coffee places in the city, but they aren't here," he suggested. A cup of Folgers that had been brewed over a hour past just didn't seem like a good idea to Eliot and he suspected that would be likely what they'd find at some of the food trucks or the permanent vendors. He glanced around them for a moment, in order to get his bearings, before nudging his head off in one direction. "There's a stand close by to here," he offered and started walking in that direction. He gave a light laugh in response to Kylo's statement. "No, definitely not," he responded, looking back to Kylo as he said so. "There's too much to see to just stay in one area," he offered up. "But, if you ever want to come back and spend days walking around the park, I'd be game." "Chocolate then," Kylo agreed easily. He could be in the mood for something sweet and while he could find other ways than a hot drink to warm his hands, the idea of having something as they walked about was a pleasant one, so he followed Eliot towards the booth. "I'm always game for going anywhere with you," Kylo stepped in close to Eliot so that their shoulders bumped as they crossed the walk. "Is it all just trees and walkways and open spaces? Or are there other things here too?" Eliot's smile warmed with Kylo's statement. He liked that Kylo actively wanted to share moments with Eliot as well as dabble into his interests. It wasn't really something he had been accustomed to before Kylo. He didn't care so much what they did as long as he got to do it with him. "That's a dangerous thing to say to me in this city, you know. Next thing you know, I'll have you doing a sweep of all the shows with me. Delay us going home by a few weeks," he teased, knowing that he wouldn't actually do so. But it was a nice fantasy. Sharing experiences with him in a place where he felt safe. Then he shook his head. "Oh, no. The Park has practically everything. Stages, courts, playgrounds. Almost every hobby is possible here," he explained. "They've got this lake with rowboats and miniature sailboats, for instance." Kylo could think of worse things than all of the shows. He knew Eliot enjoyed theater but he really didn't know much about most of it. His own knowledge of this world and its culture extended mostly to what Eliot had told him of it and not much further. Of course it would have been a lie to say he was much up on culture in his own galaxy. Outside of what he had learned as a child, he hadn't had much time to pay attention to it as a teen, and certainly not after he'd gone to Snoke. "I would go to shows with you," he smirked. "I don't know about a sweep, but I would definitely go to a show, or two, or three, at least some of your favorites." "Hanna City had a park like that," he said as he started eying the board of the cart they were walking up to. "With all these activities and spaces and things. I didn't go to it very much, but sometimes we'd go." Some of those rare weeks when both Han and Leia had been on planet and Leia hadn't been doing politics. They weren't bad memories, even if they were complicated ones. Sometimes it felt as if all of his memories were complicated. Except maybe those he'd made with Eliot. Catching the smirk, he grinned. He'd already thought about them going to at least one or two. It had been difficult to pick which ones but he'd narrowed it down to a selection of best options and was intending to lay them out for Kylo later to help him choose. "Well, we can always come back for more in the future," he agreed. "Was that on Chandrila?" He asked, in reference to the park. In reference to the fact that we'd go, Eliot cast his eyes away, looking ahead. This statement made Eliot think quite easily to Kylo's Mother; whom he'd had a fairly decent relationship with up until recently. It was only that very morning that Eliot had a disagreement with the woman and it was still sitting as an unpleasant thought in his mind. He didn't mean for his mind to leap to Leia, with a sense of disappointment, but it did. And he tried to shift his focus back to the topic at hand instead. "What was your favorite thing to do in that park? With them?" Kylo nodded, his mind sliding back to days where they’d spent afternoons at the park. They weren’t entirely bad memories, if anything the only souring has occurred in how much they felt like a lie to Kylo now. The feeling they’d garnered for Ben Solo was one of his family caring about him, but it hadn’t been something that had been solid. It couldn’t be counted on when all the shields were out. “Yeah, Chandrila,” he responded softly. “We’d do food and mom usually would have reports to read but Dad likes to fly little,” Kylo waved his hand as if he could somehow explain the little miniature ships that Han would bring home and let them fly together. “He’d let me fly them sometimes. Sometimes he wanted games, sports shit, but the ships were the best to fly and I was really good at it.” It occurred to him after he’d spoken that he’d referred to Han and Leia as his parents. He ordered a chocolate wondering a little at that. He went back and forth sometimes on whether they were his parents or whether they were people who just had been responsible for him for a while. Somehow in the last few months while he didn’t feel anymore like Ben Solo exactly, he was feeling as if he couldn’t ignore Leia either. Meeting his grandfather as both Anakin and Darth Vader, had left him feeling torn between two possible lives. He’d told Han that he felt as if he was being torn apart, he frequently found he didn’t feel less that way here, just it was easier to ignore the difficult pieces here. To focus on what was stable in his life, like Eliot, and to ignore the push or pull from Snoke. He didn’t have to fulfil some deep destiny, he could just be, as much as it was ever possible to be, Kylo. He reached for Eliot’s hand to dangle his fingers within. “I’m a good pilot of regular sized things too,” he smirked at his boyfriend. Eliot didn't feel as though he often heard stories such as that about Leia or Han. It seemed like such a pleasant type of outing. A boy with his parents and the group just enjoying the company of one another. Eliot knew that the arrangement Kylo was describing wasn't one that happened often or would maintain a presence as Kylo had grown. Still, it was a story that Eliot was happy to hear. He wanted happiness and comfort for Kylo. He gave a slight smirk as Kylo pantomimed the action of the ships. It made Eliot think of remote controlled cars or airplanes. The airplanes had always been too expensive so his family hadn't ever had any, but he remembered his elder brothers having heaps of the cars. "Did your Mom ever try to fly them too?" He asked, with mild curiosity, and having chosen the language that Kylo himself had just used. He was always trying to keep up with how Kylo tried to address Han and Leia. Sometimes he slipped up and would refer to Leia as his Mother; but he did try to mirror what KYlo was comfortable with. Then his smirk grew as he cast a look to him. "One day, I hope to get to watch you fly something. Regular sized or otherwise," he commented. This was true. Eliot didn't have a lick of interest in mechanics. Cars or planes? Didn't matter. They weren't in his field of interest. But he'd have enjoyed being a passenger and watching Kylo command whatever piece of machinery. "Occasionally," he shrugged, remembering a couple of times they'd managed to get Leia into flying with them. "It wasn't really her thing though." It had only happened a few times really - not as often as Ben might have liked. Flying had been one of the few things he'd done really well and probably impressed his father with. Even so, he hadn't been given the freedom to fly the Falcon and then there hadn't been a Falcon even to fly. Granted, once he had flown in a fighter, he hadn't wanted to go back to anything else. "If we were still in Coruscant, I'd take you up," he stuck his extra hand back in his pocket, keeping the one tangled in Eliot's. "You could see how much fun it is up there. I guess I could see about a plane here. Probably we could get our hands on one. It's atmospheric flying so not the same, but…" he trailed off considering what he'd seen of the various planes. There were show planes, war planes, passenger planes, and freight planes. One of the show planes - if there was something that had room enough for two - probably Kylo would be able to figure that out easily enough. "Maybe I'll look into it." He nodded his head in understanding and thought on that for a moment. Eliot had surmised it wasn't really her thing even before he'd asked the question, but he also knew that parents did occasionally humor their children. His own Mother at least had. She'd feigned interest at least and he gave her credit for the attempts. "No, I imagined not," he then spoke as he let his eyes focus in on the offerings Kylo had just ordered from. He pondered getting something for himself while they were standing there. He gave a squeeze to Kylo's hand and smirked some more at the other thought though. He often wished they had a way to get back to Coruscant. A way to easily go between Kylo's worlds and Eliot's. It was difficult in his universe to go between realms, needing passage of some variety, but it had been possible. It seemed fairly impossible in this universe. "I'd have fun as a passenger," he said, with a light chuckle. Thinking of the plane, Eliot was reminded of a conversation he'd had with Poe, several months ago. His friendship with Poe hadn't necessarily been sought out. It had just naturally grown when the two were working in the play together. "Poe is looking at a plane," he commented, rather delicately, as his eyes shifted back to the menu. "It sounded like it was fairly easy to get ahold of one, from how he was talking." Kylo bit back the sudden surge of jealousy at the mention of Poe Dameron. It made sense that Poe and Eliot occasionally talked. They’d been on the play together and really it felt they might have a lot more in common. He knew they’d been talking about whatever thing Poe was putting on too. Obviously they’d talked, but Eliot had been up front about it. It didn’t mean anything bad, even if that was the place Kylo’s brain tended to inevitably go. “Is he?” He asked, trying not to let the distance creep into his voice, even though he wasn’t certain he was entirely successful. “Then it ought to be no difficulty for me.” Dameron might be the best pilot in the Resistance, but he wasn’t on Kylo’s level. He didn’t have the Force. "Precisely," Eliot agreed. He supposed the largest obstacle in that endeavor would be money but that wasn't ever something Eliot fretted over. There'd be an easy solution to be found either by Eliot's skill sets or Kylo's. The more important factor was that, yes, Kylo would find no difficulty in obtaining a plane if he so wished. Still gazing ahead, he squeezed Kylo's hand once more. "I need to talk to you about that thing at the ranch." It may have felt sudden but since the conversation with Leia had occurred just before their departure, it hadn't quite left Eliot's mind. Kylo glanced over, uncertainty rising up again. He squashed it once more. Eliot was talking to him about whatever it was and he needed to not get paranoid about things. They were here in New York together, weren't they? It wasn't anything terribly important. "What about it?" He asked, shaking his head slightly. "I think I made the wrong call," he said, quieter than normal, because this was a situation where his confidence was not at his side. If it had been a situation involving nearly anyone else, he'd have faked his confidence, and defended his decision without any flicker of doubt. But he didn't want to do that with Kylo and he was worried about whether or not he had done something he shouldn't have. He took in a breath before continuing. "Leia asked us to come," he admitted, turning his gaze so he could look at Kylo. "I told her we couldn't." "Of course she did," Kylo let out this statement with a rush of dry irritation, although it wasn't directed at the man next to him. Some people might find the time travel and dimension hopping the most inexplicable thing about this place, and maybe it should have been inexplicable to Kylo as well, but truthfully Leia's continued interest in him when she knew about Han's death and his involvement in it, was at the top of things he completely did not understand. "What makes her think her roommates want me at one of their parties?" He frowned slightly, and squeezed Eliot's hand, sensing the uncertainty radiating off the man next to him. "Why do you think saying no is the wrong call? Rey doesn't like me. Dameron doesn't like me. And I don't care for them either. It's an obvious conclusion for anyone who doesn't want to start some sort of interstellar incident." Let that say about Leia what it would. Eliot wasn't surprised by the irritation. He had expected it to be there regardless of how Kylo had found out about Leia's intentions. Still, with the discussion he'd had with Leia earlier, Eliot preferred that Kylo find out ahead of time from himself. "According to her, your history should be able to be put to the side for one night," he scoffed, sounding a bit more agitated than he actually wanted. He didn't want to speak ill of Leia to Kylo. It was one thing for Kylo to express aggravation with her. It was another thing entirely if someone else did; and Eliot did not want to be that person. He focused on their hands. "I don't think saying 'no' was the wrong call," he explained before glancing back up at him. "But she thinks I did something wrong by not telling you and letting you make the decision yourself not to attend." He paused. "Which, was not my intent, but..." “And if you were trying to keep me from making the decision in a way you didn’t want, she would have a point, but you know me well enough to know I have no interest in that,” Kylo shrugged. Should he be bothered by this? He wasn’t. Eliot knew that Kylo didn’t want to go to Dameron’s. He’d made one exception for a wedding and apparently suddenly he was expected to attend all functions. He frowned and pulled his free hand up to the back of his neck. “You’re fine El. Honestly, you seem to be better at all things social than I am. I’d trust you to make a right call. You could tell me she asked but it’s not like you don’t know what I would prefer here.” Eliot certainly wouldn't have done something like Kylo was suggesting and this made the sense of guilt that had been bottling up in his stomach seem to dissipate. He didn't like that Leia had been insinuating that Eliot had done wrong, but as long as Kylo didn't see it that way, he was good. He offered a small almost embarrassed smile before nodding his head. "We had our plans already in place, too," he explained, because that had actually been his thought process all along, though the other implications had crossed his mind. "I figured there was no point bringing it up." But hearing Kylo reassure him that it was fine was a relief. "Alright," he said, before noticing that the clerk had just set Kylo's drink on the counter. Eliot stepped forward and picked it up, before turning to hold it out for Kylo to take. "She's probably going to talk to you about it, as a warning." "Somehow I would expect no less," Kylo said dryly, taking the drink from Eliot and bringing it up to his lips to take a sip. It was good, sweet, but not too sweet, and he smiled into it. "This was a good pick." "It makes sense," he looked over at Eliot, not exactly digging into his emotional state, but also sort of checking to be certain he was all right. It was the beginning of their trip and Kylo didn't want them to start the holiday on a note that was bad. He wanted it to be a good trip for the two of them. They had been looking forward to it for long enough. As he decided that Eliot was alright he smiled a little bit more. "You know me," he offered. "Better than anyone else here does." Eliot nodded in agreement. It didn't surprise him at all that Leia was being persistent on the matter. He just hoped that maybe she'd listen to what Eliot had been trying to say and would decide to let the matter stay at rest. And now, having gotten it out of his mind, he was feeling more at ease about the subject as a whole. "May I try?" He asked. His smile turned into a full grin with the offer. Eliot didn't want to necessarily say that it was true but he knew he was certainly a contender and he liked that. "I'll tell you next time," he replied, but was smiling now more easily. Then glancing off in the distance for a moment, before back to Kylo, he nudged his chin up towards the direction. "Want to go see if there is anything interesting going on tonight?" Kylo handed over the cup easily, letting Eliot try some of it if he wanted. Kylo wasn't certain he needed the entire cup and certainly there was almost as much delight to be found in simply holding it in his hand. "Yeah, let's do that." He reached for Eliot's hand, wanting to wrap his fingers through the other man's, and just remind himself that they were here together. "You can't drink all the chocolate though," he teased as he glanced over to sneak a glance at Eliot's profile. Eliot took the cup with ease and lifted it to his lips to take a careful sip from the lid. It was warm, as Eliot had hoped, and it tasted fairly decent for the location of the stand. Lowering it, and letting his hand be taken by Kylo's, he held it back out for Kylo to take. "I don't think you'd mind if I did," he teased right back, grin wide. Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before nudging his head off further in the park. "Let's see what is that way," he suggested, figuring they were bound to find something exciting inside the park. There was always something exciting going on, after all. Kylo nodded, a smile forming on his lips as Eliot kissed him. He glanced off in the direction Eliot was looking and fell into step behind him. "After you then," he said softly, as he was content in this moment to follow. |
It was bright and early on the Tuesday morning as they'd walked through Battery Park on their way to the docks. Eliot had steered them through the masses of people that were hanging around the park with relative ease. While Eliot was a very social person, and had always been, here it seemed that he was selective in how he interacted with people. There were such large crowds that Eliot didn't really make eye contact with any of the people that were peddling on the streets. When one would reach out, either trying to get them to buy something or asking for hand out, Eliot responded in one of two ways. A complete dismissal, refusing to acknowledge the person even had spoken, while stepping around them to keep moving forward; or he'd cast them an ice cold glance that gave off the command of 'leave us alone.' But, once they were at whatever selected destination they'd been aiming to reach, he'd shift back into his personable and charismatic self; beaming at shop keepers or ticket collectors. As they'd just reached the dock, Eliot held out two tickets for the ferry to the worker. As they were waved forward, Eliot turned his head to look at Kylo. "Come on, let's get to the top." Eliot knew well enough that a lot of people would be wanting to ride on the top of the ferry. He didn't mind if they stayed inside of the cabin but he felt like the view was far more enjoyable when they were outside of the enclosure. He moved forward, then, and walked back to the staircase at the end. Moving up the spiral stairs, he came out of the exit door and made his way all the way to the railing at the end of the deck. Thankfully, with it still being early in the day, it wasn't too crowded. He reached the railing and then turned, pressing his back against it, and spreading his arms out along the entire rail, beaming at Kylo. This was the first time he'd done the Statue tour since he'd arrived in New York as a college student, years before Brakebills. Even though it was something he'd laughed at other Brakebills students for wanting to do (usually the others who'd transplanted to the city from the rural areas), he was excited now to be doing it with Kylo. He nudged his head back, in the direction of the vast Statue, and smirked. "Wait till you see her up close," he said with a pride he'd never really had before of the Statue. But she was a symbol that he was just beginning to realize he truly missed and loved. Kylo couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as Eliot turned around to look at him. Eliot was in his element and Kylo could tell that. It was obviously in every move the other man made that he was comfortable here. It was home. Eliot might have been able to be at ease anywhere, but there was a difference between here and Tumbleweed, here and all the other places that they'd been and Kylo could pick up on that. He stepped forward, crowding into Eliot's space bubble with the familiarity of knowing Eliot would be all right with that and he leaned forward over the rail, his eyes on the statue in the distance. It didn't really mean anything to him, exactly, but it clearly did to Eliot. And Kylo could understand that - while he wasn't certain he had anything precisely like it - there were things that would symbolize home. "Tell me about her," he looked over. "I mean, what she means to you, not just what all the official things say." Eliot shifted once Kylo came up to the rail, turning so that he was also facing out towards the water. He leaned slightly towards him and pressed his lips against his shoulder affectionately, before he straightened up some. His hands moved to dangle over the railing, clasping together, as he let his eyes focus back on the Statue. He thought about the question for a moment. "I never felt like she meant much to me before," he admitted. "You know how sometimes they say you don't know how much you love something until it's gone? It's kind of like that," he explained. "I came out to see her on my third day in New York. I was eighteen." That made sense to Kylo. Sometimes there were pieces of his past that felt very far away - the feelings that those places encouraged equally far away. And mostly that was a good thing, but there were those stray moments. He reached over, running his hand gently across Eliot’s arm as he nodded. He knew Eliot had been elsewhere before that - a farm - not any place much like New York. The freedom of a place like this must have been intoxicating. Oddly, Kylo sometimes felt the same way about Tumbleweed. It was the first time he could really say his life was truly his own. “Was that before Brakebills?” "Yeah," he began, smiling quietly to himself from the touch of Kylo's hand against his arm. He unclasped his hands and moved one to brush at a curl that had been blown out of place by the harbor breeze. "It was when I was just about to start SUNY," he then added, his attention shifting to look off in the distance away from that Statue, towards the land where you'd have to take many twists and turns down streets and boulevards to eventually reach the buildings that had housed his undergraduate education. By the third day in the City, he was already completely alone, his parents having dropped him off and left all in the span of one specific evening. "Hey!" He then said, his eyes shifting back to Kylo, as a wider grin formed. "Why don't we take a picture?" He suggested, pulling his arm delicately away from Kylo's hand, though his hand turned upwards so it could fill the space his arm had just been. "Do you want to?" SUNY really didn't mean much to Kylo but he was distracted from asking about it by subtle shifts in Eliot's moods, nostalgia all wrapped up with, or maybe punctuated with the recognition that this moment was something he wanted to remember. The hand nearest Eliot's turned to take the offered one, while his other moved up to rub the back of his neck for a moment. "Yeah, I mean, yeah," he agreed easily, moving into the space besides Eliot. There were moments that felt completely surreal to him, and this was a perfect example of one. Taking photographs with someone you wanted to spend time with somewhere that you were just to see it, not to conquer it or for some great destiny or purpose, just because you wanted to… that felt miraculous to Kylo. It hadn't been something he would ever have believed that he would have in his life, and this reality, far more than the planet or the surrounding city, was what made this world feel so very different from his own. "You've got to take it," he glanced over at Eliot with a pleased smile. "I'm terrible at that sort of thing." There was a possibility that Eliot might eventually take Kylo off in the direction of his first home in New York but, if Eliot were honest, SUNY wasn't the place he wanted to show off to Kylo. SUNY had been his first stepping stone into breaking away from Indiana and molding himself into the image he wanted to display to the world; but it didn't have the love that Brakebills held inside of Eliot. He'd already let his fingertips brush across assorted structures, that should have been capable of being turned into doors to his alma mater, only to find that they were devoid of any magical energy. There was to be no tour of Brakebills it seemed. But it was alright because he was able to show him his city and that was just as good. His smile grew when Kylo agreed to the suggestion. Eliot didn't take many photographs. He had always prefered to be involved in the event than observing it. But the idea of having photos of him and Kylo, just enjoying one another's company, was something he actually really enjoyed. "I can do that," he agreed, as his thumb run back and forth against the back of Kylo's hand. He shifted so he could pull out his phone from his pocket, while still clasping Kylo's hand in his own. He leaned in against him, his shoulder brushing his, and then stretched his arm out as far as he could so that they were both in frame. "Ready?" The truth was that Kylo didn't particularly like pictures of himself, but at the same time, Eliot seemed so delighted, that he couldn't help the smile coming to his face. He glanced to the side to gaze at Eliot out of the corner of his eyes, before he nodded. "Yeah," he said softly, his gaze turning back towards the camera, even as he leaned in just a bit closer to El, trying not to think too much about what he looked like in the frame. After it was snapped he turned his gaze back to Eliot. "You have to promise to use that only for good," he teased, his voice low and fond. Eliot had also leaned in. Part of him had considered resting his head against Kylo's shoulder, or letting go of his hand in order to wrap his arm around him, but instead he just remained holding his hand tight and allowing himself to smile for the camera. Once he'd hit the button, he pulled his phone back towards them and hit on the image, so he could display it for them both to look at. His smile remained. There, in the frame, were them both and it was something they could hold onto. An actual souvenir. Glancing to Kylo, he gave a devilish smirk. "I make no promises," he returned in jest. before pocketing his phone. Then he did lean in once again to Kylo, letting his head fall to rest on his shoulder, as he looked out at the water and the thought crossed his mind how he wished they could always be here in the City. Kylo raised his eyebrows, the smirk on Eliot's lips turning his stomach over in a delicious flip. He still wasn't certain how he'd ended up here - outside of the crazy galaxy traveling nonsense of all of it - how had he caught Eliot's eye? How had he managed to find himself here on a boat, taking photographs with someone so easily. It didn't feel like his life, most of the time, and he supposed there was a good reason for that considering it was nothing like the one he had at home. But that didn't make it bad. Quite the opposite really. "You know, I know where you live," he teased, voice low as he slid his arm around Eliot, pulling him in. "A printed picture is allowed though. I think. Cause I want one." |