It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.
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It's not like she doesn't know he's in love with Eliot. Alice isn't stupid, for all that she's far from the best at dealing with other people. There's always been something there between them, just like there's this thing between her and Quentin. And maybe it's because they've experienced so much utter garbage these last few years, or maybe it's because she's worked so hard to be worth this second chance— but either way, she can't be upset about this. It aches a little, sure, especially as she looks at him now, but the fact that Quentin is in love with Eliot doesn't mean Quentin loves her any less. And maybe... maybe he'll choose Eliot when all is said and done, but that's okay. She's still in his life. They've had a good second run. They're going to save the world together, for the third time. Her selfish wants don't really matter when she thinks of it like that, even though she does still want.
"Well, at least we know it'll be over soon."
So soon. God. Penny 23 is going to get then into the mirror realm, and Alice will face the door that terrified even the niffin she used to be.
"And when it is, we'd all better get to take a vacation."
They all deserve a fucking break.
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Quentin all but whispers it, not just because talking too loudly might wake some of the others up or because that's just what you in the dark. Near dark. Whatever. No, but because that thing? The thought about after?
Never really entered in to this. At any point.
Not until Alice casually mentions it, like this is something people think about when they're neck-deep in horror and gore and killing things. Like this is actually something he can think about now because--
It's almost over.
The Gods are in the bottles and it's almost time to find the Seam of Existence and they'll be gone. So gone that nothing and no one could ever find them again
And
Julia. Is breathing. Or, so he hopes because no one has stopped by to say otherwise.
And Eliot.
Is alive.
There's an after and they're almost there. Almost at the end and he doesn't have to sign himself over to the monster this time, or plan on how to defeat a beast with all the risks that came with that.
Quentin blinks stupidly at Alice for a few seconds, hands tightening around the cup. "I-- I never thought about that. We could... we could-- Alice, we could do anything."
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And then, the eight of them, the adventurers who broke and will have fixed things, are off the hook, finally.
Anything. They could do anything once this is over.
"I don't know what I'll do." She says it slowly, thoughfully, looking up at him over the rim of her glasses. He looks about as awed by the thought as she is, and her heart aches, so glad she's not alone. So glad they're in each other's lives again. "I never actually thought about it. Honestly, I'm not sure something else won't break and we'll be responsible for it and have to fix it."
This is what their life has been these last few years. Breaking things, breaking relationships, breaking people, putting them back together.
"I kind of forgot what it's like not to be on some kind of quest."
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It's been days since he had a shower, and that had been like two minutes of luke-warm water before his nerves failed him and he raced out to get dressed. Not wanting to get caught naked. Not wanting to get caught defenseless even if that feeling is bullshit. They were all defenseless against the monster.
It's the same with food. Quentin knows, intellectually, that he's losing weight he can't really afford to, knows that living off a few bites of always cold snacks isn't healthy. That what he's been doing, what came before all of this -- wasn't good. All of it is too familiar.
The not-sleeping, not-eating, constantly on edge until his feelings numbed and everything, even now, is... distant. Like there's a thick blanket between himself and the world. Between him and Alice.
I don't have time for this, for us, he'd told her that. And meant it. Alice sold them out, forced them in to hiding and she came back at just the wrong time. When Quentin was gearing up to break yet another thing. Another person. To kill whatever was left of Eliot in this world, because the monster took him. Took him and killed him and Quentin was as guilty as the monster in the killings that came after he wasn't Brian anymore.
This is now.
"The seals on the bottles seem okay. They can't get out and-and yeah. I don't-- I haven't thought about after. In a while."
She's still so achingly beautiful, even sleep-deprived. And maybe Alice stabbing them all in the back was on Quentin, too. He'd been the one to push things - push her. Break her, and try to fumble her back together again with his clumsy hands and no matter how much his discipline was Minor Mending, mending people was just... not minor at all. Which probably explained why Quentin was so fucking bad at it.
"I don't even know what to want anymore. For after."