lost heroes

Current Muses: Hale Appleman as Eliot Waugh [The Magicians]

[idcntitycrisis]

totouchthcstars·:

*· ☆,.-“No, it…” His heart dropped, and it was very visible in Quentin’s face as he watched Eliot’s reaction to his words. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have said it like this, Eliot, I… was hoping it would make you remember. Maybe.”

His hands were trembling, and there was only a meek nod when Eliot stated they would need something stronger to drink. “Several years….” Several lifetimes, even, more or less, but Quentin was not sure how to explain the thing with the timelines to Eliot. At least, not yet. “I was an idiot when we first met, not knowing anything about Brakebills, and you sort of decided to take me under your wing, even when Margo hadn’t been exactly happy about that in the beginning…”

“It’s not you, Q... It’s this Hell hole of a city. I should have known better when Fogg sent me here...” He muttered, mind now trying desperately to think of thoughts that had been torn away from him. He was mentally running in circles occasionally hitting walls as he tried desperately to remember anything as it actually took place. He had remember Washington, obviously. Brakebills. The Dean. “This is ridiculous...” he muttered under his breath just grabbing the one of the many liquor bottles as taking a swig. “I can’t even remember why he sent me here. Something about being utterly depressed....or something like that.” He said the one memory coming to him. “But the second i got here i guess i just...lost it all and forgot about being sad and didn’t think twice about it....And now its gonna be the only thing I’m thinking about.” He groaned feeling more than a little disheartened. He offered the bottle to his new friend, or perhaps old lover, he wasnt sure anymore. “Any clue why your dear sweet friend is in anguish?”

[lcxstsouls]

“Mom never wanted me to have coffee, but this stuff is delicious! I mean truly, I don’t know why she wanted to keep me away from such a tasty yummy liquid. It’s a sin, really. Have you had it before? Isn’t it great!”

[idcntitycrisis]

Eliot raised a brow at the boy and just gave a nod. "Oddly it's very easy to see why mom might not want you cracked out on caffeine..." He said as he shook his head and went back to his reading.

[totouchthcstars]

idcntitycrisis‌:

Eliot then raised a brow. He really has no clue what this boy was going on about, but blessed he was that he had the looks to distract him so it didn’t matter much what he was saying. He just smiled and nodded. “Whatever you say, handsome. I’ll just keep the drink flowin’” He said with a grin as he sipped at his own cocktail. “ So. I can only assume we’ve met and you are madly in love with me. ” He teased with a small laugh.

*· ☆,.- “I…. you…. we….” How did he know? Or, maybe, Eliot did not know and was only teasing Quentin, just like he had done it some many countless times in the past? He would need more alcohol to be able to deal with that, for sure.

“Yes. Mean, I am in love with you, maybe, but…” His face was hot, burning, and his hands desperately searching for something to hold. “I do not know if you actually feel the same still,” Quentin squeaked eventually, wishing the ground would open under his feet to swallow him.

[idcntitycrisis]

Eliot's face suddenly stiffened as he looked at the man, and he tipped his head to the side curiously. "You're not kidding, are you?" He asked as he bit down on his lips. He sighed and shook his head. "I got Washingtoned." He muttered before downing the contents of his drink. Suddenly the man who had been so eccentric and boisterous moments ago was now deflated. He'd been in and out of Washington enough time to know about the magic's hold on the historic city, but never had he ever had problems with it messing with his mind...at least not to his knowledge. But now he was in the presence of man who claimed to love him and he hadn't the faintest clue as to who he even was let alone how very much he ment to him.

He let out another sullen sigh and looked at Quentin. "I'm sorry..." He said before he got up and began making himself another drink. This one would need to be a stronger one. "How long have I known you?" He asked. He needed to know all he could. Perhaps something would jog his memory.

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇  ,  𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  .

anonymous  requested  a  “  mildly  shippy  ,  taking  care  of  a  muse  while  sick  “  meme  ! feel  free  to  customize  as  you  wish  !

❛  you  ,  uh  …  you  really  don’t  look  so  good  .  ❜ ❛  nothing  more  romantic  than  a  trip  to  the  emergency  room  ,  right  ?  ❜ ❛  c’mon  ,  i’ll  help  you  into  the  shower  .  ❜ ❛  there’s  nowhere  i’d  rather  be  than  here  with  you  ,  snot  and  all  .  ❜ ❛  i  said  i’d  take  care  of  you  ,  and  i  meant  it  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  almost  cute  when  you’re  all  sick  and  pathetic  .  ❜ ❛  i  really  don’t  deserve  you  ,  do  i  ?  ❜ ❛  i  know  it  hurts  .  i’m  sorry  .  ❜ ❛  i  said  i  was  fine  and  i  meant  it  !  stop  …  smothering  me  .  ❜ ❛  wanna  know  the  cure - all  to  everything  ?  napping  .  ❜ ❛  i’m  here  now  :  it’s  gonna  be  okay  .  ❜ ❛  i  swear  to  god  if  you  don’t  get  in  bed  and  stay  in  bed  i’ll  pull  out  the  handcuffs  and  make  you  stay  there  .  ❜ ❛  i  have  never  been  so  simultaneously  full  of  pity  ,  disgust  ,  and  endearment  as  i  have  in  this  moment  for  you  .  ❜ ❛  i’m  sick  ,  not  dying  ,  thanks  .  ❜ ❛  oh  my  god  ,  please  blow  your  nose  —  you  sound  like  a  dying  cat  .  ❜ ❛  you  sick  ,  cute  motherfucker  .  how  dare  you  .  ❜ ❛  just  because  you’re  sick  does  not  mean  you  get  to  guilt - trip  me  into  playing  lame  board - games  with  you  —  especially  not  monopoly  .  ❜ ❛  i  agreed  to  take  care  of  you  in  exchange  for  twenty  pizza  rolls  —  you  falling  asleep  on  me  ?  just  doubled  the  price  .  ❜ ❛  i  …  really  don’t  feel  so  hot  .  no  ,  not  like  that   —  shut  up  .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  know  about  you  ,  but  i’m  really  starting  to  regret  the  “  in  sickness  and  in  health  ”  part  of  this  whole  arrangement  .  ❜ ❛  puke - green’s  all  the  rage  in  fashion  these  days  ,  so  i  guess  i’m  really  rocking  your  vomit  ,  huh  ?  ❜ ❛  coo  at  me  one  more  time  and  see  where  that  gets  you  .  ❜ ❛  was  …  was  that  a  sneeze  ?  ❜ ❛  the  best  part  of  you  getting  sick  ?  knowing  next  it’s  my  turn  and  you’ll  be  waiting  on  me  hand  and  foot  .  ❜ ❛  jokes  on  you  ,  i’ve  got  a  fever  of  104  .  dying  or  not  ,  i  get  to  stay  home  today  .  ❜ ❛  trust  me  ,  holding  back  your  hair  as  you  blow  chunks  in  the  toilet  never  fails  to  turn  me  on  .  ❜

[totouchthcstars]

idcntitycrisis‌:

Eliot chuckled softy as he shook his head. “If you say so sweetheart. But i definitely would have remembered. I mean….Unless i was in a state in which remembering isn’t so easy, in that case i humbly apologize and will spend our courtship trying to make it up to you.” he said with a smirk sipping at his drink tenderly. “Fogg sent me here. Apparently i needed some time off…whatever that means.” Little did he know he was here because of he fate of the man sitting beside him. The man he loved.

*· ☆,.- “No, you…. let’s just say, it is complicated.” After all, who knew what Quentin had caused while trying to repair all his previous mistakes. It was already clear he’d only made many things worse this way, after all. And he would have to tell Eliot at some point. He did own him that much.

Blinking, he gulped down the liquid in his glass in one swift motion, and it made Quentin cough as it burned it’s way down his throat. “But, yes, we can…. we can just start again here, for sure. Get to know each other once more and… all that.”

[idcntitycrisis]

Eliot then raised a brow. He really has no clue what this boy was going on about, but blessed he was that he had the looks to distract him so it didn't matter much what he was saying. He just smiled and nodded. "Whatever you say, handsome. I'll just keep the drink flowin'" He said with a grin as he sipped at his own cocktail. " So. I can only assume we've met and you are madly in love with me. " He teased with a small laugh.

[idcntitycrisis]

godlymusings·:

“i’m not really a…sharer. in any sense of the word.” he shrugged, huffing. “who are you, anyway? i should know especially as you’re apparently not boring.”

Eliot stifled a giggle at the other male’s huffing about. “Eliot Waugh, at your service.” He replied with a curt bow looking the other over. “And for future reference, despite you not being a sharer as you say, my metaphorical door is always open.”

[idcntitycrisis]

totouchthcstars·:

*· ☆,.- He was obviously nervous, swallowing when Eliot handing him the glass and grabbing it tightly. But, he knew about Brakebills. That was good, right? It meant that his Eliot had maybe brought to DC from before they had met there.

“I do,” the mage nodded, sitting down almost like a pupper wanting to be good for his owner. “I was there with… with you, but…dunno. Maybe that has not happened yet in your timeline.” Though, there was still a hopeful sparkle in his eyes, as if Quentin was wondering that Eliot did this all only to test him, maybe. That he would burst into laughter now and tell Quentin to relax and that he of course knew what he was. Even when it was foolish.

Eliot chuckled softy as he shook his head. “If you say so sweetheart. But i definitely would have remembered. I mean....Unless i was in a state in which remembering isn’t so easy, in that case i humbly apologize and will spend our courtship trying to make it up to you.” he said with a smirk sipping at his drink tenderly. “Fogg sent me here. Apparently i needed some time off...whatever that means.” Little did he know he was here because of he fate of the man sitting beside him. The man he loved.

[idcntitycrisis]

totouchthcstars·:

*· ☆,.- “Quentin…. Coldwater.” His heart clenched when realizing that Eliot did truly not remember him, obviously it had not helped much that he had tried to prepare himself for it already.  “And, I do know you, mean…. I think?” Quentin could only make sure by finding out what happened to Eliot. had it been magic again? Had it taken away his memories? It was possible, from all he knew. But, how much? Was Eliot still aware of Brakebills, or would it even be worse.

“Okay, I think… I need a drink now, as well.”

“You’re in luck. I happened to make enough for two.”He said, paying no mind to the other male’s obvious confusion. He grabbed the tumbler hr had been using to mix his drink and poured a glass for Quentin, handing it over once he was done. “Quentin Coldwater? Huh...Sounds familiar...But i would remember a face that gorgeous.” he mused as he tapped his finger against his glass. “Ever heard of Brakebills?” He asked. If the other hadn’t heard of it it was no big deal. He would lie and say its a community college, but maybe he had heard the name at school and just never met the kid. Totally possible. He smiled as he sat down, patting the seat beside him.”Sit.”

[totouchthcstars]

@idcntitycrisis || closed

*· ☆,.-  Since Quentin had learned what this city was capable of, he had been wary at first. Margo would call him stupid, maybe, but, to him, it felt better than having his hopes crushed again in the end. He could not handle that another time. Not in the fragile state he was in already.

“Hello, Eliot,” He therefore said, forcing a smile, searching the face of the other of any hint that he would recognize him. “It has been a while - right?”

[idcntitycrisis]

Eliot turned on his heels toward the voice which called his name. He smirked as he looked the boy over. Kinda nerdy, but what a hottie. “Well hello there.” He said as he sipped tenderly at some drink he had in hand. But what else was new? Oh right. Everything. Because this was not his life he was living, it was someone else’s. Someone who wasn’t aware of the horrible things that had taken place his second and third year of school. Who wasn’t aware of the man standing before him and what importance he truly held. “Clearly you know my name, and i totally don’t blame you because everyone should, but I seem to have missed yours.”

[idcntitycrisis]

Eliot Waugh: An Introduction

Was that HALE APPLEMAN? Oh no no, that was just ELIOT WAUGH, a CANON CHARACTER from THE MAGICIANS. They are TWENTY-FOUR years old and ARE NOT aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here?

About 3 weeks, tho he has been here before

what is your character’s job?

He is a student of Brakebills University, but is currently on “sabbatical” due to a mental breakdown

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

End of the current TV series

has any magic affected your character?

Yes, but purposefully. Dean Fogg sent him to live in DC due to the death of a recent friend and how poorly he is coping with the ordeal. It was not planned that his memories would be altered but the Dean thinks its for the best and will help him to become independent again.

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

Nothing yet but if i think of something i will add it in.

[godlymusings]

“i don’t care who you are, or where you were bloody conceived and who by..” robert declared as he sat down at the bar. “we’re gonna have a drink and you’re gonna enjoy it because i had a shocking nights sleep and i want to forget it.” robert began drinking from his pint. “as long as you aren’t boring as seven hells, you’re good company.”

[idcntitycrisis]

"Don't worry. I assure you there is absolutely nothing boring about me." Eliot said as he gave the other male a small grin. "Sorry to hear about your, um...bad dreams. Tell me your troubles, kind sir. It'll help put your mind at ease. Better out than in i always say."

[russianfaiiry-blog]

                   boring old washington was the place with the biggest amount of boring old monuments yuri had ever been to, and while they did not interest him in the slightest he suspected his grandpa would have liked to visit places like those, and if not at least he could learn a thing or two about them and use the acquired knowledge to bore his coaches to death once he found a way back home. he had his digital camera up, snapping picture after picture of yet another monument ( he assumed it was a popular one, as there were many tourists ) until someone SENT FROM HELL showed up in front of his camera and didn’t seem to catch a hint and move, making him frown.  “ HEY, ASSHOLE, GET OUT OF MY WAY !! I’M TRYING TO PHOTOGRAPH THIS UGLY WANNABE BUILDING. “

[idcntitycrisis]

Eliot paused, his hand poised in the air daintily as he rested his elbow against the arm that was crossed over his chest. He turned about to face the other and raised a brow. “Oh i know you didn’t just call me an asshole.” He insisted as he pressed his lips tightly together. “The viewing of this establishment is for the public. I am part of that public and will move when i’m  good and ready, Mister Bossy Pants. Now be a good boy and apologize and I’ll be on my way.”