[ he draws back with a sigh, reluctant, but wanting to face quentin again, kisses his forehead and holding his face as he presses their brows together. ]
And--not really? I mean. I like the idea of a house? Like a manor or. Estate. Somewhere I can invite my friends. Somewhere large and. Decadent. Where everyone can just have fun and relax. Do whatever they need to do and know they belong.
But after Fillory, it's just. Honestly, I don't know if I belong on Earth anymore. It's. Familiar, sure. And convenient and. Comfortable. But it. Wanted to destroy me since the day I was born. I. Maybe I just don't belong anywhere though. And. And Fillory didn't want me anymore.
That's why I'm here, and Margo isn't.
[ like martin. cast out once his worth had been spent. but unlike martin, eliot knows better than to overstay his welcome. ]
no subject
[ he draws back with a sigh, reluctant, but wanting to face quentin again, kisses his forehead and holding his face as he presses their brows together. ]
And--not really? I mean. I like the idea of a house? Like a manor or. Estate. Somewhere I can invite my friends. Somewhere large and. Decadent. Where everyone can just have fun and relax. Do whatever they need to do and know they belong.
But after Fillory, it's just. Honestly, I don't know if I belong on Earth anymore. It's. Familiar, sure. And convenient and. Comfortable. But it. Wanted to destroy me since the day I was born. I. Maybe I just don't belong anywhere though. And. And Fillory didn't want me anymore.
That's why I'm here, and Margo isn't.
[ like martin. cast out once his worth had been spent. but unlike martin, eliot knows better than to overstay his welcome. ]