Quentin's stomach growls. He could go for eggrolls too.
But a warning is right, a bright and vibrant beacon that's sending up alarm. It should make Quentin feel cold, shouldn't it? Like a chill crawling up and down his spine. And it does, but somehow, the way spring is dismantling the winter, the way the trees shift and the path moves for them, it feels like coming home.
He reaches out a hand, fingers touching a still snow-covered branch. The branch shivers, shaking free its snow as newly green leaves unfurl beneath his touch.
Quentin looks back when Raj speaks, looking around. "You're right. Maybe it's just been asleep so long, we're the first living people it's seen." But he's sure that isn't it, even as the words leave his lips. It's more than that. This place wants the two of them, and is bending around them like the land has decided it's theirs.
Turning from Raj so the other boy can't see sudden worry on his face, he steps into the clearing, taking a breath. Theirs. That's not a word he can usually use, is it? Given who he is, who Raj is. It's not the first time his mind has tried to run off down that particular path, and for just a moment he allows it to, the impossible idea of loving Raj the way his heart wants to. Just that moment and he reels his his thoughts back, but not before the ground around him suddenly finds itself in full bloom -- grass and wildflowers springing to life, racing straight towards Raj.
"At... at least we won't freeze to death? That seems like a bright side."
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Date: 2020-03-15 01:48 am (UTC)But a warning is right, a bright and vibrant beacon that's sending up alarm. It should make Quentin feel cold, shouldn't it? Like a chill crawling up and down his spine. And it does, but somehow, the way spring is dismantling the winter, the way the trees shift and the path moves for them, it feels like coming home.
He reaches out a hand, fingers touching a still snow-covered branch. The branch shivers, shaking free its snow as newly green leaves unfurl beneath his touch.
Quentin looks back when Raj speaks, looking around. "You're right. Maybe it's just been asleep so long, we're the first living people it's seen." But he's sure that isn't it, even as the words leave his lips. It's more than that. This place wants the two of them, and is bending around them like the land has decided it's theirs.
Turning from Raj so the other boy can't see sudden worry on his face, he steps into the clearing, taking a breath. Theirs. That's not a word he can usually use, is it? Given who he is, who Raj is. It's not the first time his mind has tried to run off down that particular path, and for just a moment he allows it to, the impossible idea of loving Raj the way his heart wants to. Just that moment and he reels his his thoughts back, but not before the ground around him suddenly finds itself in full bloom -- grass and wildflowers springing to life, racing straight towards Raj.
"At... at least we won't freeze to death? That seems like a bright side."