[ it's strange how he feels like weeping. how her words do something to his chest that make his heart flutter strangely, that make him yearn for home now more than he ever has. the sea, furious and loving in all of her whims, will never compare to a lake.
quentin's eyes lose all trace of the honeyed brown, the amber of his eyes swallowing them up, glistening gold in the light streaming in through the windows of the pool room. the air around them bursts to life, a shimmer on the air visible to only those with magic, keen sight. still, quentin doesn't notice it - his eyes on hers, his hand round hers, the strange, twisted sorrow unlocked in his chest. ]
I have to stay away, even if it means I can't go back.
[ back to the sea. back to the life that makes him whole. back to the man he wanted to be versus the man he's made to be now. ]
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quentin's eyes lose all trace of the honeyed brown, the amber of his eyes swallowing them up, glistening gold in the light streaming in through the windows of the pool room. the air around them bursts to life, a shimmer on the air visible to only those with magic, keen sight. still, quentin doesn't notice it - his eyes on hers, his hand round hers, the strange, twisted sorrow unlocked in his chest. ]
I have to stay away, even if it means I can't go back.
[ back to the sea. back to the life that makes him whole. back to the man he wanted to be versus the man he's made to be now. ]