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]

"Okay," Fawn replied, since talking was nice. He had no reason to assume there was any other reason they might go home together.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot also felt okay about this since, despite Fawn saying he didn't really drink, the champagne didn't seem to have hit him too hard. Eliot certainly wasn't trying to get him drunk.

"Lovely," he said happily, and looked up to see the same server waving them away when Eliot looked up at him. He was going to bring this guy a cocktail tomorrow. "Ready to go then?" he asked Fawn.

[fawnthefae]

"Yes, okay," Fawn nodded. "I would like to see where you rest. Your home, I mean, yes? I like seeing people's, um, space."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I'm afraid it's not that interesting, but... I'd love to show you anyway," said Eliot. Once they were both up, he offered Fawn his hand.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn nodded, following along.

"Mine isn't very interesting either. Our suite is small. I don't even have a bedroom. Fin said I could have the bedroom, but... He gives me lots, and I worry I take too much."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Oh, honey," said Eliot sympathetically as they walked. "Your brother loves you so much, I can tell. I bet he doesn't mind giving. Even if you feel like it's just taking."

[fawnthefae]

"I guess. Sometimes I wonder if I should just go. Find some nice planet," Fawn shrugged.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I suspect that would make him very sad," Eliot said gently as they approached his door and he let them inside.

His quarters were pretty standard, but there were a lot of decorative touches - colorful drapes, a lot of throw pillows.

[fawnthefae]

"Oh! This is nice. I like your pillows," Fawn peeped excitedly.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Thanks," said Eliot. "Make yourself comfortable. Seriously... wherever you want to sit, or lay, or whatever."

[fawnthefae]

Perching on the sofa, the slightly blue being looked around again.

"Your space is... It has good energy," he said. "Sad energy too. Lonely."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Thanks, um..." Eliot sat down next to him. "Is it that obvious?"

[fawnthefae]

"No, I am just sensitive to these things. Fin is good with sex. Want. I am good with pain. Feelings. I don't explain myself well, but you understand, yes?" Fawn asked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot looked at him for a moment and then said, "Is that why I feel drawn to you then? Well, it doesn't matter. This is me, trying to get past the pain."

[fawnthefae]

"Would you like to speak about it?" Fawn offered gently.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Oh, honey," said Eliot, touched that he would offer. "My trauma probably isn't really first date material."

[fawnthefae]

"No? I do not mind. I don't know what makes a date anyway," Fawn shrugged.