I won't-- but, you were very attractive for an old man.
[ His arms slipped around Eliot's waist, looking up into that profile. The memories were still strong, they had not gone back to the present time, to the present keys; had not been greeted by Margo-- there was no river of styx to absolve them of their memories. At the very least they had that, they had these memories still and they were beautiful; but he had been in love with Eliot even before those memories descended; he'd gone on the quest with the King of Fillory because he realized he'd do anything for him.
Perhaps he was a King himself, but he felt more like a Knight, perhaps he would get Eliot to knight him when they went back to wherever it was. But right now they were there with the bioluminescent butterflies fluttering about them.
Raining down soft cerulean glimmers that fell down down all the way down to the waters to light around them. ]
We will figure it out; from what I have gathered so far from the people I have met so far in this place. This wonderland is powered by Thumos and Thumos is generated through intimacy.
[ Margo would have said 'fucking' right off the bat, but Quentin knew that there were levels, levels of Thumos gain; one could gain small amounts by talking to people here within the strictures of society. ]
Also, I apologize for my previous disinterest in waistcoats.
[ This day alone, he'd probably seen like 15 of them ]
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[ His arms slipped around Eliot's waist, looking up into that profile. The memories were still strong, they had not gone back to the present time, to the present keys; had not been greeted by Margo-- there was no river of styx to absolve them of their memories. At the very least they had that, they had these memories still and they were beautiful; but he had been in love with Eliot even before those memories descended; he'd gone on the quest with the King of Fillory because he realized he'd do anything for him.
Perhaps he was a King himself, but he felt more like a Knight, perhaps he would get Eliot to knight him when they went back to wherever it was. But right now they were there with the bioluminescent butterflies fluttering about them.
Raining down soft cerulean glimmers that fell down down all the way down to the waters to light around them. ]
We will figure it out; from what I have gathered so far from the people I have met so far in this place. This wonderland is powered by Thumos and Thumos is generated through intimacy.
[ Margo would have said 'fucking' right off the bat, but Quentin knew that there were levels, levels of Thumos gain; one could gain small amounts by talking to people here within the strictures of society. ]
Also, I apologize for my previous disinterest in waistcoats.
[ This day alone, he'd probably seen like 15 of them ]