unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper.
most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before.
whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does?
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(He asks, not wanting his reputation to be tainted by the fact that he's so gross when he allows himself to be.
As Seunwoo speaks, Eliot's gaze softens and then he looks past his lover, off into the distance to try and not think of any pain that might be in his past. Not in his childhood or adulthood, in Fillory or on Earth. Nope. Not right now, not ruining this night.)
Thank you. For swearing on your dick. That's really...thoughtful.
(He's laughing as he looks back at Seunwoo and leans in to press a kiss to his forehead.)
I couldn't think of anything more valuable than you so I went to the next most valuable thing.
(He's smiling apologetically for it but it was just the first thing that popped into his head. Even if he is in move, he's still Seunwoo at the end of the day. Eliot's far off gaze while he spoke wasn't missed either, and he gathers him up in his arms with a happy sigh.)
This is just perfect.
(The night surrounds them, the only light the glow of the lightning bugs, the gleam of the stars, and the faint light of the moon. The songs the crickets sing are peaceful, lulling him into a quiet state of contentment here in his beloved's arms.)
(He holds onto Seunwoo tightly, sighing happily as he does so. It feels so good. It's something he hasn't experienced in a long time - a calm, romantic moment. It's incredible.
And Seunwoo keeps smiling, which makes it better.)
I can't help it. It's your fault that I feel fuzzy and warm inside like that.
(He's almost looking a bit shy at being called out for sweetness, a barely visible blush rising in his cheeks. It's hard to discern in the twilight but Eliot might be able to notice it.)
(But he's not sorry at all. He smiles and snuggles into Seunwoo's body so he can just relax. Be comfortable and a little vulnerable. It's perfect.
He exhales as he relaxes, letting his eyes close for a little while so he can just focus on the sounds of the night around them, the warm breeze, the scent of Seunwoo's hair.)
(Chuckling, he leans back into the hanging hammock and stares up into the endless sky, one arm tightly woven around Eliot's body and the other reaching up to tease into his hair. It's just a quiet stillness, a tranquility he hasn't felt before in his life.)
(He's smiling still. He reaches for Seunwoo's free hand to cover it with his own and lace their fingers together. The stars are foreign in a way, strange. They're not like back on Earth. More active, a shooting star here and there, twinkling away like they do in animated movies. It's a beautiful moment that has him entirely relaxed, warm and comfortable. He's not thinking about anything, not worrying, not waiting to defend himself. It's really nice.)
You can keep your secrets. I have your love. I want for nothing.
(That's all he really needs. Except maybe running water.)
What do you see up there, El?
(Following his beloved's gaze up to the sky, he traces a pattern with his other hand. The other hand is tightly interlaced with Eliot's fingers, unwilling to let go.)
I see a constellation here. See? It looks like a horse galloping.
(That little laugh is worth it. Eliot smiles to himself and sighs, stretching out a little more and moving so his arms are around Seunwoo's shoulders, holding him against his chest in their usual position.)
I'm still me. Even here.
(He hugs him close, carding his graceful fingers through Seunwoo's hair.)
Maybe we'll have to teach the Fillorians how to brew whiskey. Fruit wine can only do so much, at the end of the day.
(Content to snuggle down into Eliot's shoulder and forget the sky for now, he just sinks into him as the wind blows lightly through the valley and over them.)
(He chuckles softly, tightening his arm around his lover as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes then, just to take in the moment and rest next to him.)
(They can mourn their lack of harder liquor together, Seunwoo's eyes feeling heavy suddenly from the softness and closeness. Eliot was so warm and so... Comfortable. He felt like home, even though they were light years away from it. But maybe home was where Eliot is.)
When you and I are alone, I've... I feel so at home, El.
(He whispers softly, as if the words may make the other man run away.)
(When he thinks of how they were back on Earth, this is starkly different. The whole feel of their time together is shifting. It's not bad. Eliot doesn't want to run away so much.
He smiles to himself as he listens and hugs him closer, because he might not be running away screaming but he still doesn't know what to say that will sound good and make Seunwoo feel all warm and fuzzy inside.)
Are you telling me you're happy? Even far away from home?
I am. Do I miss Seoul? Sure. I wish there was a club or something here, but... When I think about it? It all seems so... Inconsequential, compared to this.
(He gently pats Eliot's chest to show what he means; looking up at him in the twilight, he can make out the silhouette of his face and smiles.)
I don't miss that life when I see what I've gained. Something more precious than everything I had before. Something I was looking for without even realizing it. Something I want to be thankful for every day so I never take it for granted.
(He will never be as eloquent or as vulnerable as Seunwoo but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate it coming from him. It makes his cheek flush and he's thankful for the darkness that covers it.)
All you needed to figure it all out was getting sucked into a different world?
(He laughed a little and touched at Seunwoo's lower lip with the pad of his thumb.)
Seems like that's the trick - just get your entire world flipped upside down. Out here, telling you "I love you" seems so small compared to the colossal thing it was back on Earth. But it's... Easy, here. There's so much more going on that coming to terms with my feelings seems like nothing after plowing a field in the mid-day sun.
(Shifting onto his side so that he can lean more onto the other man, he closes his eyes and just thinks about the last few weeks.)
(It's strange. The words he's speaking are so true. Why does it feel so much less terrifying to tell him that, to say those words? Because they have no where else to go? It seems so hard to do back home, but it came easier to him here. Even for a person as terrified of love as Eliot Waugh.)
Me too.
(He brushes his hands through Seunwoo's hair again, studying his face in the dark and the gleam of his eyes from the moonlight. How gorgeous the shape of them looks in the dark.)
Maybe that's why we were sent here. Because we had a lesson to learn.
(More fingers through that black, silky hair, slightly curled from the braids.)
(Eliot's last statement has him starting, sitting up quickly in shock; his hair pulls free of the fingers running though it and he covers his mouth with his hand.)
We... Might?
(It's not really what he was expecting, especially since he's grown comfortable here. Happy. His voice is muffled and not the least bit scared, carrying with it the worry he feels running through his blood like a rush of adrenaline.)
Will you... Still love me, then?
(His face is hard to see in the still of the night but his voice has a quaver to it, nearly palpable fear that he might lose everything they've built together. It's been short but memorable, moreso than the last twenty-five years of his life. If it ended now, would they just go back to facing away from one another emotionally, never to have another moment like this again?)
(he's sitting up carefully so he can pull Seunwoo into his arms after seeing one of those tears shining in the moonlight.)
Don't cry, baby.
(It makes his chest tighten with pain, clutching Seunwoo against himself. He really should not have said that. Or he should have had better words to offer that would ease some of Seunwoo's worries.)
(He's unable to say anything further, just curling up against Eliot weakly; he buries his wet cheeks in his chest. Seunwoo's back shudders as he's unable to hold back his quiet sobs.)
I just... I hold these days so dear. I don't know if I can go back to how we used to be...
(Could he go back to a man in the world who could never offer love? It's true that ignorance is bliss. He could never go back now.)
I'm sorry...
(Sitting up with a sniffle, he rubs the back of his hand across his eyes and smiles - though weakly - at Eliot.)
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(He asks, not wanting his reputation to be tainted by the fact that he's so gross when he allows himself to be.
As Seunwoo speaks, Eliot's gaze softens and then he looks past his lover, off into the distance to try and not think of any pain that might be in his past. Not in his childhood or adulthood, in Fillory or on Earth. Nope. Not right now, not ruining this night.)
Thank you. For swearing on your dick. That's really...thoughtful.
(He's laughing as he looks back at Seunwoo and leans in to press a kiss to his forehead.)
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(He's smiling apologetically for it but it was just the first thing that popped into his head. Even if he is in move, he's still Seunwoo at the end of the day. Eliot's far off gaze while he spoke wasn't missed either, and he gathers him up in his arms with a happy sigh.)
This is just perfect.
(The night surrounds them, the only light the glow of the lightning bugs, the gleam of the stars, and the faint light of the moon. The songs the crickets sing are peaceful, lulling him into a quiet state of contentment here in his beloved's arms.)
You're wonderful, El.
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(He holds onto Seunwoo tightly, sighing happily as he does so. It feels so good. It's something he hasn't experienced in a long time - a calm, romantic moment. It's incredible.
And Seunwoo keeps smiling, which makes it better.)
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(He's almost looking a bit shy at being called out for sweetness, a barely visible blush rising in his cheeks. It's hard to discern in the twilight but Eliot might be able to notice it.)
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(But he's not sorry at all. He smiles and snuggles into Seunwoo's body so he can just relax. Be comfortable and a little vulnerable. It's perfect.
He exhales as he relaxes, letting his eyes close for a little while so he can just focus on the sounds of the night around them, the warm breeze, the scent of Seunwoo's hair.)
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(Chuckling, he leans back into the hanging hammock and stares up into the endless sky, one arm tightly woven around Eliot's body and the other reaching up to tease into his hair. It's just a quiet stillness, a tranquility he hasn't felt before in his life.)
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(He's smiling still. He reaches for Seunwoo's free hand to cover it with his own and lace their fingers together. The stars are foreign in a way, strange. They're not like back on Earth. More active, a shooting star here and there, twinkling away like they do in animated movies. It's a beautiful moment that has him entirely relaxed, warm and comfortable. He's not thinking about anything, not worrying, not waiting to defend himself. It's really nice.)
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(That's all he really needs. Except maybe running water.)
What do you see up there, El?
(Following his beloved's gaze up to the sky, he traces a pattern with his other hand. The other hand is tightly interlaced with Eliot's fingers, unwilling to let go.)
I see a constellation here. See? It looks like a horse galloping.
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(His eyes narrow as he looks up, trying to find what Seunwoo sees in it. He's quiet, thinking he can finally make it out.)
Oh, yeah. It does look like a horse galloping.
(He grins, watching it, imagining the stars coming alive. It seems like something that could happen in Fillory.)
I see....
(He's quiet, eyes studying the stars like he's back in grad school.)
...a cocktail shaker. And a martini glass.
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Some things never change, do they?
(Teasingly, he swats Eliot's hand with a quiet little laugh.)
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I'm still me. Even here.
(He hugs him close, carding his graceful fingers through Seunwoo's hair.)
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(Content to snuggle down into Eliot's shoulder and forget the sky for now, he just sinks into him as the wind blows lightly through the valley and over them.)
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(He chuckles softly, tightening his arm around his lover as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes then, just to take in the moment and rest next to him.)
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(They can mourn their lack of harder liquor together, Seunwoo's eyes feeling heavy suddenly from the softness and closeness. Eliot was so warm and so... Comfortable. He felt like home, even though they were light years away from it. But maybe home was where Eliot is.)
When you and I are alone, I've... I feel so at home, El.
(He whispers softly, as if the words may make the other man run away.)
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He smiles to himself as he listens and hugs him closer, because he might not be running away screaming but he still doesn't know what to say that will sound good and make Seunwoo feel all warm and fuzzy inside.)
Are you telling me you're happy? Even far away from home?
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(He gently pats Eliot's chest to show what he means; looking up at him in the twilight, he can make out the silhouette of his face and smiles.)
I don't miss that life when I see what I've gained. Something more precious than everything I had before. Something I was looking for without even realizing it. Something I want to be thankful for every day so I never take it for granted.
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All you needed to figure it all out was getting sucked into a different world?
(He laughed a little and touched at Seunwoo's lower lip with the pad of his thumb.)
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(Shifting onto his side so that he can lean more onto the other man, he closes his eyes and just thinks about the last few weeks.)
I feel like a different person.
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Me too.
(He brushes his hands through Seunwoo's hair again, studying his face in the dark and the gleam of his eyes from the moonlight. How gorgeous the shape of them looks in the dark.)
Maybe that's why we were sent here. Because we had a lesson to learn.
(More fingers through that black, silky hair, slightly curled from the braids.)
We might wake up at home tomorrow.
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We... Might?
(It's not really what he was expecting, especially since he's grown comfortable here. Happy. His voice is muffled and not the least bit scared, carrying with it the worry he feels running through his blood like a rush of adrenaline.)
Will you... Still love me, then?
(His face is hard to see in the still of the night but his voice has a quaver to it, nearly palpable fear that he might lose everything they've built together. It's been short but memorable, moreso than the last twenty-five years of his life. If it ended now, would they just go back to facing away from one another emotionally, never to have another moment like this again?)
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I mean, it's possible...this place works in weird ways.
(He reaches up to touch at his arm, wanting to soothe his worries.)
I hope so.
(He can't really say yes or no, really. Because he has no idea what the future holds or what might happen when they go home.)
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(His voice cracks, the tears forcing their way out of his eyes even though he's trying to hold them back.)
I don't... Want you to not love me...
(The warm, soft touches only make it worse; he's imagining a world without them in it, back to their cold ways.)
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(he's sitting up carefully so he can pull Seunwoo into his arms after seeing one of those tears shining in the moonlight.)
Don't cry, baby.
(It makes his chest tighten with pain, clutching Seunwoo against himself. He really should not have said that. Or he should have had better words to offer that would ease some of Seunwoo's worries.)
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(He's unable to say anything further, just curling up against Eliot weakly; he buries his wet cheeks in his chest. Seunwoo's back shudders as he's unable to hold back his quiet sobs.)
I just... I hold these days so dear. I don't know if I can go back to how we used to be...
(Could he go back to a man in the world who could never offer love? It's true that ignorance is bliss. He could never go back now.)
I'm sorry...
(Sitting up with a sniffle, he rubs the back of his hand across his eyes and smiles - though weakly - at Eliot.)
I don't know what came over me...
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(He hugs Seunwoo tight to his chest, arms strong around him, protective.
He returns that faint little smile with one of his own, but his furrowed brow and shifting eyes show he's still worried.)
I didn't mean to make you upset. I thought you might be excited to go home.
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