querulus: (wca - so as you can see)
Quintavius "Quentin" Quirinius Quire ([personal profile] querulus) wrote 2025-05-31 01:21 pm (UTC)

[He's not listening to every single thing running through her head, but he can still feel that the undercurrent of tension that was running behind her thoughts previously is gone now. It's disappeared for him too. Well, mostly, but what's left is mainly related to her sister. Sophie... tried. In a way Phoebe never did. She made him feel confidence coursing through his veins, made him feel—ugh, cheesy and trite it may be—desirable. Wanted. For who he is, not who he could be. She soothed an ancient wound—which yeah, she played a part in creating, though she was certainly not the only contributor—and that's... pretty cool of her, actually. You know, for a Cuckoo.

The weirdest thing about all of this is he doesn't feel... indebted to her. Well, "indebted" isn't the right word. Loyalty? They don't owe each other. Anything. They both got what they wanted from each other. An exchange of mutually beneficial services between largely self-serving assholes, both clutching to a few crumbs of selflessness.

Quentin ponders for a moment before deciding that apparently he starts.]


Guess the first thing is to decide if we want to do it again.

[A beat, and he quickly adds, putting his hand up.]

Not right now, I mean. In general.

[Yes, she said they'd do it again last night, but she was on round two and three of mind-blowing sex that was at the time happening on two different planes of reality so. She'd be forgiven if her head wasn't exactly in the clearest state at the time.]

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