I. Finding his Feet Again. - Welcome. There had been the most delightful dream come again. This time Eliot wrapped himself in the warmth of his lover's body once more and knew that in the morning they weren't to be parted. Never again would the world creep into their life of harmony. Filory had finally, finally given this King a thing that he dared to compare to the richest grain ever harvested, the Queen's rarest of Gems.. and then.
Wait. Was that something scratching at his, nose? Hadn't he wandered off and...died? Yes, Eliot recalled it now, the sweet specter of death had knocked at his door and he thought he closed his eyes to rest. His bones had been so very weary, his back ached and skin burned from so very many years in the sun but now there was a tickle, and someone speaking his name. Lashes drew themselves open to spy but a kindly retainer.
Laughter bubbled all about, and Eliot knew that he had to be back in Filory. Yet it was different than the filory he had known. Something called to him. This retainer bid him follow and for some reason, one that seemed less strange than any other quest he'd followed before. It was a simple enough request as they went, even if the magician was still coming to terms with his youth and return to the world at large. The realm had certainly changed, if that truly was what this was.
No. No. This wasn't Filory at all Eliot discovered as they passed by Lady Pheme's Royal Palace. This was a new and different world. It didn't surprise the magician. He knew there were worlds all around his. It would be his luck to be stuck somewhere new once more. Puzzled, yes. Struck befuddled, not so much. He smiled slightly as he sighted their dormitories. It was far different from the cottage, but it would do.
In the end it all gave way to little cakes, didn't it always then? Little cakes, Eliot laughed out loud and shook his head. If only a certain someone were here to see this. He'd certainly get a kick from it. Eliot enjoyed the high tea, and kicked back happy to be served at last. He could really get used to this. All he needed now was a really great smoke to go with it. He glanced about for the nearest looking stranger, or flatmate was it-- someone that wasn't this lovely servant of his. "Do you think they have cigarettes here? You know, smokes? fags? I'm dying for one. That and a little bit of alcohol to add to this tea, anything to take the edge off, am I right?"
II. Finally a little bit of Alcohol - An Invitation & Welcome Drinks a. Invitation & Dancing. [At least this little home away from home offered a decadent enough place to lay his head, and someone always at his beck and call. It took a little getting used to, that. For all the prose that Eliot loved to spout, he was a carefully crafted man all in all. There was truly no room for someone to be round his head always taking his orders. Sure, Bambi might have gotten off on it-- a few times in fact, but that was only for a little while. At the end of the day, Eliot was strangely at a loss with what to do with himself currently. He'd been through far too much in the last year to feel like he deserved this life of decadence any more. That was then, right? Who was he even now.
Thankfully the call of the wild came in the form of a formal invitation from the Lady Pheme herself. Eliot was delighted for some inconceivable reason. This place certainly had a share of paradoxes and it gave him a desire to uncover them. His highs and lows, came and went as he discovered purpose again. The perfect outfit. Some things never do change.
The servant offered many appropriate selections, and luckily they all ran the gambit of Eliot's line of taste. He hemmed and hawed before finally deciding on this delightful number in full shades of green, all complementary of course. It came complete with top hat and cane as well. He needed to make sure he was in full dress for the evening. Nothing less would do.
Wandering down the long pathway, Eliot finds himself in wonder at the gardens. He even pauses here and there to enjoy the scenery. It may not have been his mastery in magic, but he dabbled in everything physical. Naturally, Eliot is the life of any party and fits in beautifully. He's the Truman Capote at his Black and White ball. There's nothing and no one who fits in better with the elegance of a ball. It's easy to find Eliot on the dance floor here, pick him up for a whirl a bit of revelry. ]
b. A Drink Finally [It's the winding path a bit later that finds an even greater interest. After all, the most consuming thought in Eliot's cranium happens to be alcohol and how to get it, how to dull the ache of absence in his heart. There's a need to black out the death he came from and when someone hands him a drink, Eliot knocks it back with an eagerness that borders on desperation.]
Finally, someone knows the key to a great party!
[A stir, that's how it begins. A whirling in the chemicals that sling back and forth across synapses. A tickle and a thought, and suddenly there's an eagerness for the show. Eliot is excited to see beyond the great glass dome. ] Excuse me, can I get by. I must know what the fuck is in there. You have to feel it, right? It's going to be a show like no other I have a feeling.
[He's not above stepping on toes-- anyone's toes, even the person nearest. Excuse them!]
III. Gotta Get Out of Here - Skinny Dipping (cw: Nudity, possibly sex.)
Wandering. There had been a hell of a lot of wandering by this point. Eliot had lost the waistcoat a few hours ago, and he knew that he wasn't getting out of here as easily as he had found himself inside. Why in any gods name did he walk in here again. Fuck this was hell, and Eliot was dead once more.
Those little dryads had led him on an endless circle and now Eliot swore he was hearing voices. It might have bothered the magician if he hadn't done so very many drugs in his day. The voices were soothing little whispers that clung to him like the shadows of his nightmares, and yet he still followed. Down, down, down into a tiny little cove where azure blue waters lay surrounded by lush greenery, and rocky outcrops.
Bloody hell it was hot. Eliot stripped out of every shred of fabric he wore and before he knew it he was in the cooling waters floating on his back stark naked. He had no compunction about being nude. It was quite natural. He felt heavy, drowsy and relaxed for the first time since coming into this damn rain forest. That was until he heard a sound. Shit.
"I know you're there. So, stop staring and come out. You might as well join me. It's too hot to do anything else." Why be shy. He'd already lost everything else and had no hope of leaving this place currently.
IV. By thine wings of mine gossamer enemy. - Gives you Butterflies. (cw: NSFW, sex very possible, anything else will be noted in threads)
[The bioluminescence in the greenhouse was stunning, but after what felt like an eternity watching it pass by, it grew...stale. Eliot watched plant after plant, and made the endless mistake of following several dryads deeper into the the heart of darkness. If only he had read more while at Brakebills, he'd find the irony of it all-- even if there were no colonists to be found; he was certainly fighting through a forest.
A butterfly landed on his hand. It was an odd little thing, opaque wings of gossamer that glowed with the fabric of the land. It shook its wings and flew off. Eliot scratched his hand and thought nothing more of it. His body twitched strangely, warming in a way directly opposite of how he felt as he trudged through the neverending forest. Dust filtered down around him, and it had the Magician glancing upward.]
What the fucking magical butterflies... dear sweet filory. This is worse than opium in the air.
[The magician could feel it now, coursing through his system. His body was alight with need. It made his skin itch and he glanced around, praying that there was another human male within sight. It'd been a while, but maybe, if he was lucky? This was certainly the very last thing he thought would be happening out here. Screw his luck. Ah, a person...] Heyo. These butterflies. They are not your average little winged bit of ... screw it. They made me so damn hot. Please tell me you feel their wicked little bit of poison too.
V. Wildcard!
[OOC: Eliot is gay in canon, even if the shows are way too homophobic to say so. So that means m/m for anything smutty related (unless you're margo, she defies definition) Not feeling any of these prompts? Please feel free to hit us up with something else/anything else. Note, I'm great with short/long tags, prose/brackets, anything that suits your needs, is fabulous here. If you need to ask any questions or get in touch with me, feel free to PM me here, or hit me up at my plurk : mikomitears .
Eliot Waugh | The Magicians
There had been the most delightful dream come again. This time Eliot wrapped himself in the warmth of his lover's body once more and knew that in the morning they weren't to be parted. Never again would the world creep into their life of harmony. Filory had finally, finally given this King a thing that he dared to compare to the richest grain ever harvested, the Queen's rarest of Gems.. and then.
Wait. Was that something scratching at his, nose? Hadn't he wandered off and...died? Yes, Eliot recalled it now, the sweet specter of death had knocked at his door and he thought he closed his eyes to rest. His bones had been so very weary, his back ached and skin burned from so very many years in the sun but now there was a tickle, and someone speaking his name. Lashes drew themselves open to spy but a kindly retainer.
Laughter bubbled all about, and Eliot knew that he had to be back in Filory. Yet it was different than the filory he had known. Something called to him. This retainer bid him follow and for some reason, one that seemed less strange than any other quest he'd followed before. It was a simple enough request as they went, even if the magician was still coming to terms with his youth and return to the world at large. The realm had certainly changed, if that truly was what this was.
No. No. This wasn't Filory at all Eliot discovered as they passed by Lady Pheme's Royal Palace. This was a new and different world. It didn't surprise the magician. He knew there were worlds all around his. It would be his luck to be stuck somewhere new once more. Puzzled, yes. Struck befuddled, not so much. He smiled slightly as he sighted their dormitories. It was far different from the cottage, but it would do.
In the end it all gave way to little cakes, didn't it always then? Little cakes, Eliot laughed out loud and shook his head. If only a certain someone were here to see this. He'd certainly get a kick from it. Eliot enjoyed the high tea, and kicked back happy to be served at last. He could really get used to this. All he needed now was a really great smoke to go with it. He glanced about for the nearest looking stranger, or flatmate was it-- someone that wasn't this lovely servant of his. "Do you think they have cigarettes here? You know, smokes? fags? I'm dying for one. That and a little bit of alcohol to add to this tea, anything to take the edge off, am I right?"
II. Finally a little bit of Alcohol - An Invitation & Welcome Drinks
a. Invitation & Dancing.
[At least this little home away from home offered a decadent enough place to lay his head, and someone always at his beck and call. It took a little getting used to, that. For all the prose that Eliot loved to spout, he was a carefully crafted man all in all. There was truly no room for someone to be round his head always taking his orders. Sure, Bambi might have gotten off on it-- a few times in fact, but that was only for a little while. At the end of the day, Eliot was strangely at a loss with what to do with himself currently. He'd been through far too much in the last year to feel like he deserved this life of decadence any more. That was then, right? Who was he even now.
Thankfully the call of the wild came in the form of a formal invitation from the Lady Pheme herself. Eliot was delighted for some inconceivable reason. This place certainly had a share of paradoxes and it gave him a desire to uncover them. His highs and lows, came and went as he discovered purpose again. The perfect outfit. Some things never do change.
The servant offered many appropriate selections, and luckily they all ran the gambit of Eliot's line of taste. He hemmed and hawed before finally deciding on this delightful number in full shades of green, all complementary of course. It came complete with top hat and cane as well. He needed to make sure he was in full dress for the evening. Nothing less would do.
Wandering down the long pathway, Eliot finds himself in wonder at the gardens. He even pauses here and there to enjoy the scenery. It may not have been his mastery in magic, but he dabbled in everything physical. Naturally, Eliot is the life of any party and fits in beautifully. He's the Truman Capote at his Black and White ball. There's nothing and no one who fits in better with the elegance of a ball. It's easy to find Eliot on the dance floor here, pick him up for a whirl a bit of revelry. ]
b. A Drink Finally
[It's the winding path a bit later that finds an even greater interest. After all, the most consuming thought in Eliot's cranium happens to be alcohol and how to get it, how to dull the ache of absence in his heart. There's a need to black out the death he came from and when someone hands him a drink, Eliot knocks it back with an eagerness that borders on desperation.]
Finally, someone knows the key to a great party!
[A stir, that's how it begins. A whirling in the chemicals that sling back and forth across synapses. A tickle and a thought, and suddenly there's an eagerness for the show. Eliot is excited to see beyond the great glass dome. ] Excuse me, can I get by. I must know what the fuck is in there. You have to feel it, right? It's going to be a show like no other I have a feeling.
[He's not above stepping on toes-- anyone's toes, even the person nearest. Excuse them!]
III. Gotta Get Out of Here - Skinny Dipping (cw: Nudity, possibly sex.)
Wandering. There had been a hell of a lot of wandering by this point. Eliot had lost the waistcoat a few hours ago, and he knew that he wasn't getting out of here as easily as he had found himself inside. Why in any gods name did he walk in here again. Fuck this was hell, and Eliot was dead once more.
Those little dryads had led him on an endless circle and now Eliot swore he was hearing voices. It might have bothered the magician if he hadn't done so very many drugs in his day. The voices were soothing little whispers that clung to him like the shadows of his nightmares, and yet he still followed. Down, down, down into a tiny little cove where azure blue waters lay surrounded by lush greenery, and rocky outcrops.
Bloody hell it was hot. Eliot stripped out of every shred of fabric he wore and before he knew it he was in the cooling waters floating on his back stark naked. He had no compunction about being nude. It was quite natural. He felt heavy, drowsy and relaxed for the first time since coming into this damn rain forest. That was until he heard a sound. Shit.
"I know you're there. So, stop staring and come out. You might as well join me. It's too hot to do anything else." Why be shy. He'd already lost everything else and had no hope of leaving this place currently.
IV. By thine wings of mine gossamer enemy. - Gives you Butterflies. (cw: NSFW, sex very possible, anything else will be noted in threads)
[The bioluminescence in the greenhouse was stunning, but after what felt like an eternity watching it pass by, it grew...stale. Eliot watched plant after plant, and made the endless mistake of following several dryads deeper into the the heart of darkness. If only he had read more while at Brakebills, he'd find the irony of it all-- even if there were no colonists to be found; he was certainly fighting through a forest.
A butterfly landed on his hand. It was an odd little thing, opaque wings of gossamer that glowed with the fabric of the land. It shook its wings and flew off. Eliot scratched his hand and thought nothing more of it. His body twitched strangely, warming in a way directly opposite of how he felt as he trudged through the neverending forest. Dust filtered down around him, and it had the Magician glancing upward.]
What the fucking magical butterflies... dear sweet filory. This is worse than opium in the air.
[The magician could feel it now, coursing through his system. His body was alight with need. It made his skin itch and he glanced around, praying that there was another human male within sight. It'd been a while, but maybe, if he was lucky? This was certainly the very last thing he thought would be happening out here. Screw his luck. Ah, a person...] Heyo. These butterflies. They are not your average little winged bit of ... screw it. They made me so damn hot. Please tell me you feel their wicked little bit of poison too.
V. Wildcard!
[OOC: Eliot is gay in canon, even if the shows are way too homophobic to say so. So that means m/m for anything smutty related (unless you're margo, she defies definition) Not feeling any of these prompts? Please feel free to hit us up with something else/anything else. Note, I'm great with short/long tags, prose/brackets, anything that suits your needs, is fabulous here. If you need to ask any questions or get in touch with me, feel free to PM me here, or hit me up at my plurk :