@magicaladept // cont. ( xxx )
All around her people are spiraling. People she loves which is why she can’t just take a minute. One goddamn minute to herself. Maybe in that minute she could figure out how to tell Eliot that she sold his baby to faeries. Probably not.
“You have to stop, Quentin, you can’t kill yourself like this.” Leaning over him, she cups his face harder than necessary. “Whatever happens will fucking happen. That won’t change the fact that you did the right thing. So get your head out of your ass and make yourself useful. Get your mind on something else.”
If anyone needed more to drink right now, it was her.