Quentin looks at the flowers blooming before their eyes. Snowdrops. Spring is arriving, and it's coming quickly. It's fine. This is fine. He peers down the path that seems to have made its way explicitly for them.
"Unsettling. But I guess it's a direction." They have this. They don't have any other choice but to have this, but Quentin is trying to cling to whatever will stave off the growing uneasiness this place sets off in him.
He does crack a smile at that. "That would be new, wouldn't it? Let's aim for that. Home in time for dinner."
Not likely. But for now, he glances at Raj once more before starting down the path as the trees clear for them, as snow begins to melt and tiny early spring blossoms -- crocuses and more snowdrops, springing to life like they'd been holding their breath and waiting for this exact moment.
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Date: 2020-02-01 02:50 am (UTC)"Unsettling. But I guess it's a direction." They have this. They don't have any other choice but to have this, but Quentin is trying to cling to whatever will stave off the growing uneasiness this place sets off in him.
He does crack a smile at that. "That would be new, wouldn't it? Let's aim for that. Home in time for dinner."
Not likely. But for now, he glances at Raj once more before starting down the path as the trees clear for them, as snow begins to melt and tiny early spring blossoms -- crocuses and more snowdrops, springing to life like they'd been holding their breath and waiting for this exact moment.