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    Quentin looks up at him thoughtfully, then kind of half-smiles. "You're the fashion expert, though," he says. "What do you think?"

    Eliot schools his face into a calm, considering expression that belies the absolute furor of hormones and panic in his brain. Finally, he says, "It suits you."

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    A story of what happens after not quite dying, in two parts: the downward spiral, and the long uphill climb. Or: Quentin Coldwater gets every last thing he deserves.

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    26 Feb 2021

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    “What is it that you’re trying to do here?” Eliot's words are tinged with good natured amusement; that should put Quentin on the defensive. Instead, his whole body relaxes, reacting to Eliot’s calm, steady scent, the slight rumble of his voice.

    He leans toward Eliot, eyes wide, inhaling deeply and stifling the whine that starts to rise in his throat. Jesus fuck. Quentin is a hormonal nightmare. He shouldn’t be allowed in any public space. Ever. But certainly not within a few weeks of his heat. Jesus.

    “Um. I’m—strawberry patch. The landscape fabric—”

    A grin spreads across Eliot’s face, and Quentin just gives up. He can’t be expected to form a complete thought when he’s just the right height to focus on Eliot’s collarbones, his eyes wandering to the scent gland on Eliot’s right side, which—barely there, just a slightly darker patch of skin—sits just above the collar of his shirt. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, trying not to do what he wants to do, which is whine, bury his face against Eliot’s neck, beg Eliot to hold him and scent him and make him smell like that.

    But Quentin is a person, and Eliot is a person, and they’re both people, and Quentin can function, for fuck’s sake.

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    19 Feb 2021

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    When he stops to think about it, he doesn’t really think he's jealous, not of— not of the attention Eliot gets, anyway. Of his ease with magic, sure, maybe, but Eliot’s been at Brakebills two years longer than Quentin. It’d be weird if he wasn’t better at magic than Quentin. Jealous of Eliot’s comfort in himself, well— possibly. He’s always been a little jealous of anyone who seems at ease in their own skin, in a way Quentin doesn’t think he’ll ever be.

    But he’s not jealous of Eliot Waugh, ideal omega. That’s not something Quentin’s ever wanted to be.

    So why can’t he stop thinking about him?

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    Quentin does as he’s told, walking mechanically to the comfortable chair in the corner, tucking his knees up and flipping through the pages of the book, his dick twitching as he looks through the spells, which are all accompanied by very graphic illustrations of positions and firsthand accounts of the ‘pleasures of the body.’ By the time Eliot’s done with his shift, Quentin is almost uncomfortably hard, and he’s pliant when Eliot takes him by the hand. He slings his messenger bag over his front and clutches the book to his chest.

    “Ready, sweet thing?” Eliot takes him by the hand, and Quentin just looks down at his feet. “You pick something out?”

    "I think so."

    “Speak up,” Eliot says. “And look at me.”

    It’s silly how the image of a king sticks with him, how it springs into Quentin’s mind when he meets Eliot’s gaze. Regal and commanding, making Quentin feel like a serving boy or a villager. “Yes. I chose. One of the first ones. Seems simple.”

    “Some of them are surprisingly complex. And we don’t really know each other,” Eliot whispers. “You sure you want this?”

    Quentin nods, sheepish.

    “I’m taking off, Kady,” Eliot calls, “after I finish helping this customer.”

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    18 Jan 2021