fawnthefae | Eliot

Eliot

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Eliot realized belatedly that he didn't actually know how to do a date properly. When was the last time he'd been on a... okay, no, do not think about Mike. But certainly not on the ship. He'd ended up talking to one of his coworkers in Ten Forward the next morning about it, and she was delighted and offered to help. Leave it to her, she said. She was a bit of a romantic lately because she'd just gotten engaged to an ensign in engineering.

So Eliot decided to trust her, and after work focused on something he felt more confident in: finding something to wear. A lavender shirt, midnight blue brocade waistcoat, coral tie. Eyeliner. A violet tucked behind his ear. He did feel better, actually. It was no crown, but...

He arrived promptly at the door where he'd left Fawn the night before, and knocked.

It was Fin who answered the door, and he raised a brow as he looked Eliot over.

"Well, aren't you looking dashing," he smirked. "Come in, Fawn's... Getting ready? I think? Possibly just emptying the contents of my closet onto the floor for fun."

Eliot was a little surprised when Fin opened the door, but immediately relaxed when Fin smiled at him.

"Is it too much?" he asked. "I don't have many excuses to dress up these days..."

What he wanted to ask was, are you okay with this?

"You look lovely," Fin assured him, inviting him inside.

He was quiet a beat, then offered up something he wasn't sure he should- But felt odd not mentioning.

"I don't think he's mentioned this to John," he said. Though he wasn't sure if Fawn was intentionally keeping things from John, or simply didn't realize this was the sort of thing he should mention.

Fin had, of course, voiced exactly what Eliot had been trying to ignore. He let that statement sit for a beat and then blurted, "Is this stupid? For me, I mean. I know I shouldn't ask you this, you're not exactly unbiased, but should I try not to get too..." He searched for the word. "Invested?"

This was a first date. It was ridiculous to be thinking as far ahead as "is he going to break my heart?" and Eliot was okay with that. Honestly he was okay with the risk of a broken heart, too, but it would be good to know going in if it was an inevitability.

"I... Have no idea," Fin admitted. "But these things are rarely cut and dry, are they, Eliot. Love and even friendship is a winding path."

"Of course. You're right. I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry, I'm nervous." And it wasn't that he was nervous because of Fawn, exactly - he liked him, sure, but it wasn't like it was love at first sight or something. But he just hadn't even tried to open himself up to anyone in so long, romantically or otherwise.

And then he added, "Anyway, thanks for introducing us. I'd love to spend some more time with you too, sometime." He didn't want Fin to think that all he'd been interested in was... well, dating.

"I'd like that very much," Fin said, smiling brightly. "Perhaps we can meet on the holodeck one day?"

Before Eliot could answer though, Fawn came wandering through. He was wearing Fin's green dress. A fitted, floor length piece that was almost silk in appearance and embroidered with a simple floral design. His long hair was pulled into a bun, and he wore a faint hint of blush and lip colour. Much like Fin often did.

"Hello," he said, looking just a tad bit awkward.

Eliot was suddenly very glad that he'd dressed nicely. He hadn't been expecting this, but... he liked it. He liked the drama.

He grinned. "Hello," he said. "You look fantastic."

Fawn looked down at himself and fussed with the dress a little.

"Thank you. You look nice too. Very so," he said. Though Eliot had looked nice when they first met. It was why Fawn had wanted to put effort in. Eliot had looked kind of fancy... Fawn wanted to be fancy too. They could be fancy together.

"Thank you," said Eliot. "Are you ready to go?" He offered Fawn his arm.

He looked at Fin and smiled. "It was nice seeing you."

"And you, Eliot," Fin smiled, offering a polite nod.

"Yes, am ready," Fawn said excitedly, looking confused when Eliot offered his arm.

When Fawn didn't take his arm, Eliot assumed it was just a cultural thing because of his confused expression, and instead opened the door for him.

Fawn perked up at that, wandering off through the door.

"Where are we going? What are we eating?" he asked excitedly.

"We are going to the restaurant attached to Ten Forward," said Eliot. "My friend arranged for... something. I'm not entirely sure what. I did mention you're a vegetarian though - that's right, isn't it?"

"Yes, I don't eat my friends," Fawn nodded.

"Do you eat other animals?" he asked. "Many humans do."

"I did before I came here," Eliot said. "It was just what people do, as you say. Here there's not much real meat, ,which I think is perfectly fine. But I figured you probably would prefer not even having the taste of the replicated stuff. Plus there are some fresh vegetables from the gardens."

Fawn smiled brightly at that.

"You are very thoughtful, yes? That is kind of you."

"Oh," said Eliot, a little embarrassed by that particular piece of praise, " I haven't been on a date in a long time, but I did want to... make you comfortable."

"I am comfortable. Well, this dress is tight. I didn't have anything pretty though. I don't buy a lot of clothes. Fin does, he likes... Being dressed? Fancy, I mean," Fawn said, chatting away.

"Well I think you look very pretty, but I promise you don't have to dress up for me," Eliot said.

"It was nice to do once. I might do it again," Fawn smiled.

"It can be fun to dress up," Eliot agreed. "Perhaps I should do it more myself."

They walked into the restaurant by Ten Forward, and Eliot's bartender friend immediately greeted them. "Oh, come with me!" she said excitedly, and led them to a corner where there was an area with some privacy and a table with fresh flowers and candles. "Tada!" she said. "Ben proposed to me here. It's romantic, isn't it - oooh, and champagne!" She pointed to a bucket of ice, looking pleased with herself.

Eliot leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You're a peach," he said, and was genuinely touched. He didn't think they were that close, but in this moment she reminded him of Margo.

"Fancy," Fawn said, taking it all in, then pausing to watch the pair. He almost looked like he was studying them.

"Fawn, this is - " Eliot began, but she waved him off.

"I'm Mags," she said, "but we can chat later. I don't want to interrupt, and I'm also late for my own romantic evening, Have fun, you two!" She wiggled her fingers at them and dashed off.

Eliot pulled out one of the chairs for Fawn. "She's in love," he said.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject