“No,” even as he pulls the plate closer to the chair he’s in and Quentin only remembers that looking up and looking at is a thing when he hears Alice coughing.
Every movement is slow, like trying to move through molasses. As if his arms and legs are weighted down by more than just exhaustion and lack of food. As if he’s been running for months, when really- he didn’t have to move all that much until right at the end.
Last year, and Jesus, it feels like decades ago. Finishing the quest and coming to the realisation that everything he went through and fought for, was to make it easier to give up himself for the greater good.
Only to end up with... well. Hell, pretty much. With this situation that he couldn’t put in to words and the only words he did find, were never enough. Kady was the only one to never ask, maybe because she knew better than anyone how...
Eye contact, right and Quentin looks up, watching Alice over the rim of the half-eaten sandwich. Her pinched brows and the slight downturn at the corner of her mouth. He’d loved her, more than anything and hated her too. Hated what she had become to save them all and loved how fiercely she fought to get back. After.
Betrayal. Heartache. His very first serious girlfriend and she died on the forest floor of Filory, saving the world.
“Not- it’s not that, but. I guess I am just done. Almost done. I don’t know. It’s been a weird year.” Quentin scrubs his hands down his face, and gives a small smile. “But hey, we’re still here, right? It’s almost over. Is that- is that why you’re up? Jitters?”
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Every movement is slow, like trying to move through molasses. As if his arms and legs are weighted down by more than just exhaustion and lack of food. As if he’s been running for months, when really- he didn’t have to move all that much until right at the end.
Last year, and Jesus, it feels like decades ago. Finishing the quest and coming to the realisation that everything he went through and fought for, was to make it easier to give up himself for the greater good.
Only to end up with... well. Hell, pretty much. With this situation that he couldn’t put in to words and the only words he did find, were never enough. Kady was the only one to never ask, maybe because she knew better than anyone how...
Eye contact, right and Quentin looks up, watching Alice over the rim of the half-eaten sandwich. Her pinched brows and the slight downturn at the corner of her mouth. He’d loved her, more than anything and hated her too. Hated what she had become to save them all and loved how fiercely she fought to get back. After.
Betrayal. Heartache. His very first serious girlfriend and she died on the forest floor of Filory, saving the world.
“Not- it’s not that, but. I guess I am just done. Almost done. I don’t know. It’s been a weird year.” Quentin scrubs his hands down his face, and gives a small smile. “But hey, we’re still here, right? It’s almost over. Is that- is that why you’re up? Jitters?”