Eliot

[fawnthefae]

 Fin was supposed to be taking him to meet a friend, but when he'd gotten a job at the last minute, he'd insisted Fawn Go without him.

"Eliot's nice," his brother had said. "You'll like him, Fawn. Trust me."

And so Fawn had set off to the bar. It was nearly closing time and he moved through the dwindling crowd, heading towards the bar. He was the spitting image of Fin, a bit slighter, his hair much longer. He also dressed far more casually than Fin, favouring tunics over robes.

Nervous, he took a seat at the bar and looked around.

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[fawnthefae]

Fawn didn't fully understand the gesture, but he liked it, and after a beat of observation, mimicked it with a bright smile.

"I will say if I am not good with things. ...Stuff. Um, actions," he promised, using the best words he had.

[eliot_thespectacular]

How sweet and positive he was was absolutely charming, and Eliot knew this was stupid. He should insist he be more clear, or maybe he should just... not.

But instead, he offered him his hand to hold. "Will you show me the plant from your world?"

[fawnthefae]

Fawn nodded, grinning as he took the offered hand and tugged Eliot along.

"The flower lady has been helping. Ivy, yes. She is Ivy. They're so big! Bigger than on my home," he added, pulling them to a stop by a large purple vine with plump almost crystal looking fruit hanging from it.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot looked surprised. "Oh, that's... beautiful.'

[fawnthefae]

"They are nearly ready," Fawn said, glancing over. "A week, maybe? Then they will be ready to-"

He mimed harvesting fruit.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"What does it taste like?" asked Eliot curiously, before leaning in to sniff.

[fawnthefae]

"Sweet," Fawn said. "Like... The fluffy candy? The candy like a cloud, you know?" Fawn said. "They had it on the station... Mine was pink."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Cotton candy," said Eliot with a smile. "Sweet... juicy, too? It looks like... if you bit into it, it would just explode in your mouth."

[fawnthefae]

"Yes, very wet," Fawn nodded, excited to talk about things from home. "Like a river."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Sexy," said Eliot with a quirked smile. "Well I... hope it goes well, your ceremony."

[fawnthefae]

"Maybe you can come," Fawn said. "I will ask Fin. If we can not have a big gathering, maybe a small one is okay."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot smiled. "Only if I wouldn't be intruding," he said. "Only if you both want me there."

[fawnthefae]

"I will tell him. ...Ask him," he corrected himself. "We could invite many friends. ...Or many as will fit in our home."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"It's a wonderful thing to share things that are important to you with friends," said Eliot softly.

God he missed Margo. And... Quentin.

[fawnthefae]

"Yes. ...I've never had friends before here," Fawn admitted.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot took his hand again, and squeezed it.

[fawnthefae]

Again Fawn mimicked the action, squeezing in return. Like he was learning how to interact with others.

"Thank you, it is good to have more friends."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I think that is why Fin introduced us," Eliot said after a moment. "I told him my heart was broken, that I'm lonely." He offered a small shrug. "I don't hav emany friends here either."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn considered that a moment, then nodded.

"Maybe. Brother is good at knowing what people need, not just what they wish."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Well there we are," said Eliot. "Do you think he thought you needed something, too?" Friends, perhaps.

[fawnthefae]

"Yes, Fin wants me to have more friends than just John," Fawn admitted. "He worries. Too much, sometimes."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot really shouldn't ask this but his curiosity got the better of him. "Does he ah, not like John?"

[fawnthefae]

"He... Um... Well, no," Fawn admitted. "They fight. ...A lot."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot told himself not to read too much into that, even if he felt like he trusted Fin's judgment. After all, he didn't know anything about this John. "Oh, I see. Um. That must be difficult."

[fawnthefae]

"...It's not fun. Sometimes they get mean with each other," Fawn confessed. "But John says he'll try and be nicer."