Quentin Coldwater (
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networkinthenight2019-10-22 04:28 pm
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[Audio] @ SuprNerd - open
[The first few seconds of the recording is just Quentin breathing, fast and shaky at first and just before he speaks, the breathing evens out. The whole speech will be said fast and jerky, like the words are just spilling out without thought.]
What the hell? I can't be the only one who's thinking this, but just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened? This place, oh shit, this place just-- did any of you see things? Hear things? Fucking feel things? And why? Just, why? I thought we were here to help, to find a way to solve this-- this whole puzzle and suddenly there's something here that made me think I was losing--? That's just-- it was just to fuck with all of us?
What the hell? That's what I want to know - just, what the hell? Is this hell? Is that why?
So, if you're listening to this, lady in the lighthouse? Fuck you! Seriously. Fuck. You.
Also, someone took my hoodie and I need that, so please bring it back. Thanks.
What the hell? I can't be the only one who's thinking this, but just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened? This place, oh shit, this place just-- did any of you see things? Hear things? Fucking feel things? And why? Just, why? I thought we were here to help, to find a way to solve this-- this whole puzzle and suddenly there's something here that made me think I was losing--? That's just-- it was just to fuck with all of us?
What the hell? That's what I want to know - just, what the hell? Is this hell? Is that why?
So, if you're listening to this, lady in the lighthouse? Fuck you! Seriously. Fuck. You.
Also, someone took my hoodie and I need that, so please bring it back. Thanks.
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[Quentin says quietly, hands coming up to mirror Eliot's hold, resting against his neck and the line of his jaw.]
Or, this-- listen, maybe? Maybe you didn't get kicked out of Fillory, but someone just made a portal and it pulled you here. You don't remember dying? So-- so maybe you didn't? Maybe you were kidnapped.
[It's a slim maybe, almost non-existent and without any proof at all to back it up, but it's still a sliver of hope and Quentin is going to hang on to that, and not touch on that 'but...?'.]
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Q. I've been saying that all along.
[ he laughs again as he kisses q, slow and loving. he can feel the protest against quentin's lips, it's all the more reason why he lingers, even if it's only chaste.
they've found their footing again, and that's all that really matters. ]