2 Works by grimweather
Holy fucking hell. It really is him.
“Eliot,” he says, mouth hanging open as he registers the radiant white robes, a shimmering pattern of gold vines twisting and cracking across the diaphanous fabric like lightning. What the fuck is he wearing? He looks like—like a—
“You—you’re a—” Quentin’s eyes snap shut, as though reality might reshape itself into something that actually makes any fucking sense when he opens them. Nope. No such luck. “You’re a priest.”
Silence stretches a chasm between them until, finally: “I’m not a priest.”
(After surviving the monster, Quentin and Eliot drifted apart. Five years later, Quentin ventures into the Fillorian wilderness to find his old friend.)
Eliot was the artist in the family, but now without much family left, he's the sole inheritor of Four Seasons Total Landscaping, the family business that his alcoholic father and brother have left disorganized and in debt. He doesn't even like plants. Quentin and Julia own Fantasyland, the equally struggling feminist sex shop next door, which should be Quentin's dream job, but the chronic depression that derailed his academic career hasn't left much space in his life to believe in dreams. Quentin and Eliot click immediately, but in order to get a relationship off the ground, at least one of them is going to have to deal with his fear of commitment, and who has that kind of free time? A love story about figuring out what you want to do for a living, daddy issues, best friend drama, recovery, kink, and other dangers inherent to one's 20s.