Margo Hanson (highqueen_bambi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-03 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eliot waugh, margo hanson |
Who: Margo Hanson and Eliot Waugh
When: Backdated: Mid March
Where: Their Apartment
What: Margo wake up from a particularly upsetting dream
Rating/Warnings: Mention of death
Status: Complete
Everyone was dead. Everyone kept dying. Eliot was dead. Eliot was dead and Margo was dying again. No matter what they did they died every time. The Beast killed them every time. There was no hope.
They bottled their emotions to try and perfect their Battle Magic. It didn't help. It made things worse. It made Eliot worse and Margo hated seeing him upset. She hated that there seemed to be a wedge between them.
Quentin, of all people, made her feel better. They were drunk, but he made her feel better. They kissed. Quentin and Eliot kissed. Her and Eliot kissed. They were drunk and emotional and they made each other feel better.
Margo’s eyes snapped open. Her stomach churned and she bolted out of bed and into the bathroom. As she puked up the contents of her stomach just as she had each time they had come out of the probability spell, the one thing that kept coming back to her, from the dreams, was Eliot’s dead body. Eliot’s blood on the floor. Eliot’s blood on her.
She didn’t know how long she sat on the bathroom floor, but eventually she got up on shaking legs and after cleaning herself up, she headed towards Eliot’s room. She knew they were just Dreams, but she needed to see for herself that he was alive. Pushing open his door, she felt a rush of relief and tears pooled in her eyes as she watched him sleeping. Without a second thought, she crossed the room and crawled into bed beside him.
***
Eliot didn’t sleep all that heavily when he was in the bed by himself so when he felt the bed shift he woke up, eyes opening just enough to recognize it was Margo crawling in to join him. He put his arms around her, cuddling her in close to him. “What’s going on Bambi?” He knew she could handle herself but if Roman had hurt her...he’d make sure the guy paid for it. Nothing personal, he liked the guy after all but nobody hurt her and got away with it if Eliot found out. “Not that I’m complaining about you climbing into my bed but...normally you have coffee in the morning.” He added after a second, hoping that his attempt at a joke would help break whatever mood she was in at least a little bit.
***
Margo tried to laugh, but the sound caught in her throat and turned into a sob, “You died. We all died. So many times.” She buried her face in the crook of his neck as she wrapped her own arms around him, holding tight to make sure that Eliot was really there and that he was alive. It was definitely going to take some time for this dream to pass.
***
Eliot pulled her closer when he heard that sob, rubbing her back and side in soft circles. “It was just a dream Margo. I’m here. You’re here. We’re alive. That fucker Penny is alive somewhere.” He murmured, trying to calm her down. He hadn’t had the dream himself yet but he could imagine how much it had to upset her to have seen it. “Talk to me Bambi. Tell me what you saw in it.”
***
Margo didn’t really want to talk about what she’d seen in the dreams, but she was the one who came into Eliot’s room and told him that she’d dreamt about their deaths so it only made sense that she should talk about it.
Taking a deep breath, she moved so that she was looking at Eliot, “We did a probability spell to see what would happen with The Beast. He killed us all. I watched you die.” Tears filled her dark eyes as she recalled watching Eliot die not long before she herself died after Quentin and Alice showed up. “It was fucking horrible, El.”
***
Eliot loosened his hold when he felt her moving that way, sleep gone as he listened to her talk. “Well….Let’s just agree now not to do that spell here. Ever.” He said, still rubbing her back. “You know the worst thing about these damn dreams? I can’t do anything about them other than...this.” And even though a part of him knew that comforting helped - it still felt at times like he wasn’t really doing anything for her. To help her with this.
He kissed her forehead softly. “Sounds like it but...I’m here. You’re here. And we are never doing that spell. And if those idiots ever show up here and suggest we do...I think I can throw at least a halfway decent punch to knock some sense into him.” He’d probably feel horrible about himself afterwards because as much as he tried to deny it he knew his dreamself was infatuated with Quentin.
***
Margo wouldn’t rule out using a probability spell in the future if it was needed, but right now she was totally alright with agreeing with Eliot, “Maybe, but chances are, you’d go to hit Quentin and he’d just fucking duck and you’d hit something else and break your hand.” The closer she was to Eliot, the better Margo began to feel and she could sort of see what could have led to the threesome. Then again they had also been drunk, just got their emotions back and Quentin was there, so there was very little chance of something happening in the waking world even if neither of them had been in a relationship.
***
“Or I could get really lucky and I’d hit Penny.” Eliot said, making himself comfortable in the bed with her cuddled up beside him, pulling the covers up over both of them. There was just something about that guy that never stopped annoying him - here and in the dreams. “Think you can go back to sleep Bambi?” He asked, eyes locked on her face.
***
“I’d like to see that,” Margo laughed and snuggled closer to Eliot, feeling more at ease than she had when she’d first come into Eliot’s room, “I think that I’ll be able to do that.” She only hoped that if she did get back to sleep, the dreams would leave her alone, because she definitely didn’t want an encore of that particular dream.
***
Eliot gave her a half smile. “If you can’t...try to hold it down over there okay? Some of us don’t have the benefit of amazing hair to distract from the sleepy looks on our faces,” he teased her, hoping that the dreams would leave both of them alone the rest of the night.