Quentin Coldwater (lostinbetween) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-09-01 14:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eliot waugh, quentin coldwater |
Who: Quentin Coldwater & Eliot Waugh
What: Eliot surprises Quentin at home
When: Early July
Where: Quentin & Julia's apartment
Rating/Warnings: G | None
Status: Log | Complete
Eliot was supposed to be meeting with a client that afternoon but they’d cancelled at the last minute and he could have gone home and started dinner for Felix, Margo and himself but he was a little worried about Quentin now that he knew the other man had started dreaming. So instead he found himself putting the address Q had given him into his phone’s map to get directions and driving over there - he really needed to get onto figuring out that portal spell for him and Margo. It was so much easier to get around using that. It had to be - after all, they’d used it to get to their favorite pub in London regularly.
He grabbed his flask out of the door as he parked the car, the one he’d woken up to and made his way to the door, double checking the address as he knocked on it. “Q! Open up! It’s your favorite dream friend!” He called, knocking on the door again louder.
***
Quentin was home alone. Julia was out and Quentin was resisting the urge he had to text her every second to check in, to see if she was okay, especially given the state she’d woken up in the other day and all the blood that had basically coated the bathroom. He was trying to keep busy, to stop himself from drifting off into his own head, which honestly had been happening a lot more since he’d started to dream.
He’d been reading through the books that had turned up in his room one morning and also picking up around the apartment even going so far as to start cleaning the kitchen in the hopes it would be enough to shake the unpleasant feeling which seemed to have crawled under his skin and settled there.
Quentin had just tugged his hair loose of its fastening when the knock at the door came and his brow furrowed, he hadn’t been expecting company, but then it all became clear when he heard Eliot’s voice on the other side of the door.
“Coming,” he called as did a quick look around to make sure that the apartment was suitable for guests and when certain he crossed over, barefoot and looking quite relaxed in his dark t-shirt and loose fitting jogging pants, to open the door where he greeted Eliot with a small smile. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
***
Eliot leaned against the door when he heard that response, hair in it’s usual state of casual messiness after a day at work. People thought that party planning was all fun and games just looking at the end results. They never thought about all the work that went into it and how much time and stress the planners went through for a couple hours of fun. But he shoved that down as he met Quentin’s gaze and gave him a quick smile in response to that greeting. “Learn to expect the unexpected with me Q. It’ll save you a headache. Here and in our Dreams.” He didn’t wait for an invitation to go into the apartment and flop down onto the couch with a small sigh as he made himself at home. “I got done with work early and thought I’d come make sure you hadn’t decided to run off with someone to a tropical island and not tell me.” He shot a wink in Quentin’s direction to show he was teasing. He was the more likely to just leave that way on a whim of the two of them after all.
***
Quentin lifted both eyebrows as Eliot swanned in and made himself perfectly at home on his couch. He shook his head with an affectionate sort of exasperation as he closed the door and trailed after the other man, settling on the couch beside him.
“Oh yeah, so popular me,” he drawled sarcastically as he slipped his hand into his hair where it curled around the dark strands. “I think out of the two of us you’re more likely to have success with that.”
It was different, interacting with Eliot with dream knowledge, it felt… well, different but also right. Like a click of a key in a lock.
***
Eliot actually had to stop himself from reaching out to touch those dark strands again as he watched Quentin’s fingers curling into them. It felt different now that he’d dreamt about the threesome. He wanted to reach out and touch him but he wasn’t sure he actually trusted himself too. Emotional bleedover or whatever people wanted to call it.
“I’m more into being whisked away to the British Isles these days. Although….I wouldn’t pass up an island vacation. Or a trip to Ibiza.” Had Quentin gotten that far yet in his Dreams? To where Margo and Eliot had been planning to go to Ibiza and then they’d met Mike?
***
Quentin smirked a little. “I wouldn’t say no to that either.” Take Julia with him, get her away from what was troubling her in her dreams. He’d dreamt a lot more since he’d last spoken to Eliot about the dreams. He’d gotten to know Alice better, had a battle magic run in with Penny and had officially moved into the physical kids cottage with both Margo and Eliot. Thus far? He had no speciality it would seem.
As always he didn’t sit normally, legs curled up and knees pointed towards Eliot, a small smile now on his lips.
“Did you want a drink or anything?”
***
Eliot pulled his flask out from one of his pockets and gave Quentin a wink as he opened it and took a drink. “I always have one with me these days.” He said, offering it to the other man for a drink. “Tell me what you’ve been busy with. Any more dreams?”
***
Quentin lifted his eyebrows at the sudden appearance of a flask but he wasn’t about to say no and took a hold of it before knocking back a considerable drink as contrary to what some might believe he was no lightweight,
Wine was maybe the exception to that, but that was his and Julia’s secret.
“Working mostly, but I have been dreaming a lot more. Mostly about Alice, having problems with Penny basically hating my guts and uh, moving into the cottage with you and Margo. I think there was going to be more, something about a missing book, but my alarm clock woke me up so I didn’t finish that part of it.”
It was odd, how he felt a craving to be closer to Eliot, which was insane, because they’d barely met in the dreams and yet here he was shifting until his shoulder was pressed against the other man. “You?”
***
Eliot smiled at Quentin as he raised one arm to rest on the back of the couch so that Quentin could get closer if he wanted to as he took the flask back and drank. This was definitely his favorite gift from the Dreams. A flask that never emptied no matter how many times it was drunk from. Or how many people drank from it.
“Penny...I wish I could tell you that he gets easier to get along with but that might be lying.” Eliot said with a wink. “...A missing book? Was I going with you to find it?” Oh that was a fun one. He’d woken up to those two on his bed after that dream so he didn’t think Quentin needed to worry about that wakeup.
“Working a lot. And dreaming. We’ve mastered battle magic.” With a rather interesting technique and a bottle that he never wanted to see again since it had shown up here. And he’d given it to Margo to hang onto for him.
***
Quentin did in fact wiggle a touch closer to the point he was basically in Eliot’s personal space but hey he smelt nice and his hair was clean so… no issues there. “Oh yeah, I got my ass handed to me with that magic. By Penny. Obviously.” He tipped his head to look over at Eliot. “And what exactly is his issue with Taylor Swift?”
He idly scratched at the collarbone peeking out from beneath the curve of his dark t-shirt and just blew out a breath as he tipped his head to look at Eliot.
“And yeah, you were going with me to find it.”
***
Eliot laughed at that question, fingers playing with Quentin’s hair idly. “I have no clue actually. I would say it could be because he’s got an issue with blondes but when he lived out here he was hooked up with a blonde girl for awhile.” He said softly. “There’s always the chance that he’s just a bitter old man hidden in that body?”
“Well….We found the book? I actually had it show up here.”
***
Quentin was never going to complain about having his hair played with and it probably should have been weirder than it was to have Eliot do it but it wasn’t so he was just going to enjoy it.
“I can see how that would be a thing.” Especially with how Penny had been in his dreams towards him so far.
He glanced up at Eliot through his lashes and lifted his eyebrows. “Really?”
***
“Or just jealous because you have better hair.” Eliot teased him, unable to stop himself as he took another drink from his flask.
“Really. Magnus is storing them for me. They kept me up a bit too much.” He explained with a slight shrug and small laugh.
***
Quentin ducked his head to hide a slight flush to his cheeks at the remark about his hair and then tipped his face to regard Eliot, the smallest of coy smiles. “Maybe, he hasn’t got a lot so that’s a possibility.”
He was curious as to how books could keep somebody up.
“They kept you up?”
***
Eliot gave him a small smile at that question. “...I haven’t told you how we’re going to find that lost book have I? In the Dreams I mean.”
***
“You didn’t,” Quentin said with a shake before he shifted to better face Eliot, a soft smile on his lips as he gave the taller man his undivided attention. “You should.”
And he would happily and readily listen and soak in all the details.
There was something to be said for having all of Quentin Coldwater’s attention.