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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[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.