Eliot the Spectacular

High King of Fillory {{Member of Cursed Waters HQ}}

[icekitten]

The Best of Eliot Quotes S1, vol. I.

[highking-eliot-blog]

"Oh, honey. You have no idea. This is like The Worlds Greatest Shit-Showman except no one has found Hugh Jackman." Eliot said as he moved his fingers in a fluid syncopated pattern, and the table before him just disappeared. "Good luck with that. Maybe you can leave some instructions for the rest of us."

[bewitchingsculs]

slowly he put the mic on the table in front of him. he hadn’t been bad at singing karaoke, and he picked up a glass of whiskey and downed it in one. he walked off the stage and almost ended up stumbling into someone, causing him to get knocked slightly into the corner of a table. “son of a bitch!” he winced, before turning to the other. “i am so sorry, the lights were blinding me as i got off the stage there, let me buy you a drink as an apology.”

[highking-eliot-blog]

In a drunken failed attempt to catch the man before he hit the table, Eliot had reached out only to pull his hands back quickly in defeat. "I should be the one offering you a drink. I missed." He said with a little laugh. "Really though. You okay?" He asked as he instinctively reached over to fix his collar. "You, uh, did pretty good up there. Loved the air guitar solo."

[highking-eliot-blog]

Good evening kitties. I have to be at work in 2 hours so I will get to replying to some starters on my accounts once I take a nap and get off work. Also if you want to plot with my boys feel free to hit me up. (Bellamy, Julian, and Eliot fyi.)

[highking-eliot-blog]

"Hear hear!" He said deeming her deduction of these cursed waters a good enough occasion to sip from the cocktail in front of him. He stood up and moved his fingers in a mechanical yet fluid pattern until all but the glass in his hand basically disappeared. "Well don't let me stand in your way. Go on and figure this shit out. No one else has."

[highking-eliot-blog]

Eliot just grinned grabbing the bottle and reaching into his pocket throwing money onto the bar as he stood up. "Lead the way, handsome." He said as he waves his hand to let the other take the lead, sipping casually from the bottle. "Alien boy." He added with a little giggle quite obviously drunk at this point and only realizing how much wasted he was after standing.

[highking-eliot-blog]

"Yes but you're doing the cute puppy thing and it severely disturbs my concenration." Eliot giggled as he pulled back slightly. He put his hands on the boy's hips and smiled as he looked down at him resting their foreheads together. "I told you, Q. Not going anywhere. I kind of figured out a while ago how much I hate not having you in my life." He said remembering having to go for many months of life in Fillory without anyone by his side. "So. Boyfriend. What's next?" He said, thumbs gently running across his hipbones. "More stories from Fillory or food or hair cut or making out like teenagers?"

[highking-eliot-blog]

"Consider it done. We'll totally Neflix and chill." Eliot chuckled as he gently ran his hands over the fabric of the towel covering his hips. "And I can regal you in awesome tales from Fillory. And who knows. Maybe you'll start rembering more stuff on your own."

When the other pulled him in, he smiled against his lips and moved to put his arms back around Quentin's waist. He kissed him back deeply. "Don't cry, sweetheart." He whispered against his lips, nudging their noses together as he slowly pulled their lips apart. "I miss seeing that cute little dorky smile of yours." He admitted as he nibbled at his lips. "Does that mean I can introduce you to people as my boyfriend? Or..?" He asked with a smirk just curious to see what he would say...if he could say anything.

[highking-eliot-blog]

Eliot stifled a laugh, not quite able to process the other's words at first and certainly not expecting them. "I mean I've never turned down an invitation to see a man's blaster." He said giving the other a cheeky wink. He was kidding. Sort of. But suddenly he was wondering just how drunk he had manage to get his new friend. He had just called him sexy after all.

[passiicnate]

”Where the hell am I?” She asked. Zara had just arrived on the island, she was completely confused as to how she even got here. “What the hell is this place?”

[highking-eliot-blog]

"Welcome to the Cursed Isle. Please enjoy your stay." Eliot said with a cheerful voice. Okay, so maybe he was a little bored. He had set up a fancy table full of various foods and drinks to welcome, and maybe mildly harass newcomers. "There is public housing near the Town Centre. No I don't know the way out."

[wczardoffillory-blog]

highking-eliot:

Eliot smiled. He was happy that he could at least share parts of Fillory with Quentin. He had always loved the way the boy's eyes lit up when he could tell him a story. It was one of the many things that had kept Eliot so intrigued. Captivated. "Hey. Who needs to join the army to learn the tricks of the trade when you can kick back and binge watch Game of Thrones? Learn every diplomatic strategy you need in a few hours." He grinned, though it was nice to hear that maybe he hadn't been complete shit at being a king.

"Well, personally, sex is sex. So I don't really care either way. Whatever you want." He said as he reached up and played with the others hair a little. "Hold on..." He mumbled reaching into the pockets of his robe till he managed to find a black hair tie. He quickly swept up the other's hair into a quick messy bun. "No i don't know why that was in there. It's probably yours anyway." He just grinned then as he slipped his hands into Quentin's, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Look. If anyone in this fucked up little world deserves to be happy, it's you. You are the purest, most selfless, sweet, and drop dead gorgeous creature the Gods ever created. If I make you happy, then i am happy. If I and another guy or girl or whatever make you happy, then I am happy. If you want someone else altogether, then I am happy. I want you to have whatever you want, Q."

[highking-eliot-blog]

"Touche, my friend. They probably water down all the liquor in here too." Eliot pointed out as he tapped the bar counter to get yet another refill, honestly having lost track of how many this was. A bit of depression was usually all it to for Eliot to go on a nice drinking binge. "Yes. Hence why you are a pirate and not a nerd. We done. " He teased a little chuckle coming from his lips.

[twyllodrus]

It takes the darkest part of you and makes kinda like a depression monster. Looks like you, talks like you…

[highking-eliot-blog]

"That's what I do. Asking me not to tease is like asking you not to ramble." Eliot said with a cheeky grin on his face. Yes, once again he was teasing.

"Well when we went to Fillory we had to had a blade maker make a special weapon that we had planned to use on the beast. But to pay for it since we were basically Fillorian hobos, I had to marry the knife smith's daughter. Obviously not my thing but then we went to war with Loria, and instead of going to war I voted to have a one on one combat with their king, long story short I was hiding in a tree when he enlightened me that as a high king I could take a husband as well as a wife. So no one had to die and I got a hubby. Until Ember turned half the population into rats." Eliot explained knowing that Quentin didn't know basically anything about his time in Fillory. "As far as us though I mean.. We like each other and that is good. So...no need to complicate it I suppose. You mean everything to me, Q."

[highking-eliot-blog]

Eliot just chuckled. "I'm teasing, Q." He said softly as he moved out of the doorway and put his arms around the other male's waist. "I mean. We're like...a thing, yeah? I mean I don't really know if it's a serious thing...unless you think it's a serious thing." He paused, actually flushing a bit himself for once. "Uh, wow okay I am making this awkward. Look. No pressure. I am not pressuring. The last guy I dated...well it did not end nicely. And then my husband is a rat...and my wife still has all her femininity which is not entirely my thing all the time." He paused again and let go of his hold on the other. "And somehow I am making it worse. I'm shutting up." He brought his hands to his face, rubbing at it a bit before he let out a long breath. "I'm a complicated head fuck of a mess, but I like you and I think that much is at least obvious." He blurted out not sure what he was even thinking any more.

[highking-eliot-blog]

The corner of his mouth turned up into an amused smile in the way it always did when Quentin spoke. He didn't know why or what exactly it was about him that made him so attracted to the other. What had started as a school yard crush had turned into an actual friendship. And from that friendship even more feelings began to flourish. But nothing had been defined between them. Eliot just knew he was happy when he was with Q and that was good enough for now. He leaned into his touch letting out a soft sigh himself. He smirked a little though before speaking. "Are you hitting on me, Coldwater?" He teased as he walked his fingers up his chest. "I like your hair, but if you really think it's that long, I'm sure someone around here is good with a pair of scissors."

[wczardoffillory-blog]

@highking-eliot || closed

“I think my hair is getting too long….” Quentin was standing in the bathroom of their place, only a towel around his hips, and looked at himself in the mirror. “Mean, it is even longer than back in Brakebills, isn’t it? Long enough so I could hide my whole face behind it, if needed…. which maybe isn’t exactly bad…” Slender fingers brushed through the dark, sandy strands whle he continued to ramble. “Still, I mean… do you think I should cut it? Maybe?”

[highking-eliot-blog]

Eliot chuckled as he shook his head, standing in the doorway wearing some garish robe made of silk. "Honestly, you've been putting it in a sexy man bun lately, which i didnt realize could be sexy until you made it sexy. And i need to shut up." He said before he blew a stray hair out of his face. "If anyone needs a proper hair cut, it's me. You make it look good and I just look like a mop."