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Yule Gift

[cobaltsoul]

[When Yule rolled around, an irritated pixie delivered a bottle of excellent Lionett Vineyards wine, a small sack of coin, along with a note.]

Happy Yule, Quentin! You can stay.
-Beauregard

morning sex is best?

[lets_get_physical]

When Eliot woke up in the morning he was happy to find not only that Q was in bed next to him, but that his slow, even breathing indicated that he was still asleep. Better still, he was on his stomach, head turned to the side, a sweet, peaceful expression on his face.

Eliot took a moment to admire his boy, brushing a lock of hair out of his face and kissing his forehead, but there was no time to linger as far as he was concerned. He had Important Business to attend to. Reaching for the lube he'd left on the nightstand last night, confident as the was that he was going to be the one to win this little race. With one hand pinning Quentin's gently to prevent any, mm, missteps, he kissed his shoulder, slicking two fingers and pushing first one, then a second, inside of him while he slept.

luv 4 this 2 be the second comment everyone's gonna see on this inbox

[proofofconcept]

As expected, Quentin had gotten to Eliot's from work and been pretty well wiped, only really up for some sleepy kisses and Eliot rubbing his back a little, and even that felt almost wildly decadent. He was sleeping soundly, arms up over his head on the pillow and holding onto the top of it, one over the other. He hadn't, like, intentionally fallen asleep that way, but he wouldn't blame Eliot for taking the opportunity presented.

The first finger made his forehead draw in a little and a small noise emit from his throat, shifting slightly as he started to wake. The second had his eyes blinking open, squinting as he tried to figure out what was happening.

text;

[rising_tide]

hey babe, you good?? no rush to reply just wanna make sure ♥

text;

[proofofconcept]

[It takes a couple hours, but he manages.]

Yeah. He's back. He's here.

I think I have to call Beau and ask for a couple of days off.

Video; private

[maximumcake]

[Following this conversation with Astarion, Max calls up Quentin on the Tomes.]

Hey, are you doing okay?

Video; private

[proofofconcept]

Oh, hey. Um. Yeah? Why?

[He doesn't look the best he's ever looked, maybe. A little tired, as if he hasn't slept well. Mostly confused though.]

[rising_tide]

Q i'm booooooooooooooooored

you wanna come get on my dick?

[proofofconcept]

Uh? Pretty sure you don't have one of those

text;

[sanguinehunger]

Hello darling,

Have you seen Ms. Nelli's recent message informing of her new salon, Bellissima? There are some, shall we say additional features, that she isn't advertising to the public at large, and I think you might be interested in pursuing them. The lower level of the establishment is a safe and consensual environment for an activity you may wish to consider signing up for. Something you and I have been engaged in recently. Something you enjoyed quite a lot. I do hope that makes it clear enough, but if not, Ms. Nelli has given me leave to speak with you about it in more detail.

Fondest regards,

Astarion

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[proofofconcept]

Like...sex?

[He doesn't get it? He can have safe and consensual sex anytime he wants?]

[ralliesprotests]

[On Christmas morning, Quentin'll find a relatively neatly wrapped gift outside his door. Inside he'll find a framed pencil sketch of himself. It's almost a candid shot; Rowan's drawn him up on the observatory, from the day they first met.

There's also a note:

Dear Quentin,
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I'm glad I got the chance to meet you this year, and I'm looking forward to spending more time with you next year!

Love,
Rowan.]

Yule Gift

[cobaltsoul]

[A large box arrived for Quentin containing a pirate's coat, a sack of gold, and a short note.]

Happy Yule! - Beauregard

Delivery

[independentwolf]

[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Quentin's door with a tag tied to the basket.]

Many blessings to you this new year.

[maximumcake]

Max leaves a tin of assorted cookies outside his door, accompanied by a card. Inside is a voucher for anything off the menu of Max's new cafe (once it opens) for free. There's also a lovely leather embossed bookmark with the letter Q stamped into it surrounded by tasteful Filigree.

There's a note written inside the card in Max's neat handwriting:

Happy Yule! Your friendship means a lot to me. Any time you want to hang out, just call me up.

-Max

Text

[cobaltsoul]

Q,

I need you to hire a bartender to replace Rowan. Make sure prospective employees understand the eyepatch dress code for bartenders. Just run it by me before officially offering it. Do not hire Jester.

-BL

Text

[proofofconcept]

Sure, can do. Where's Rowan going?

Voice

[cobaltsoul]

So, Lioriley put her notice in, and since I'm going to collectively lose my shit over our staffing problems real soon, I've decided to take the ship out of dock early. So next week, the Revelry will be closed and out on maneuvers with the fae crew I have on retainer for the whole week.

I'm bringing Glinda along this time [them not being in the middle of a fight this year helped], and if you and Eliot would like to also spend a week on the ship, you are welcome to join us. If you do, I'll only use you a little bit to help with any repairs I might find. Otherwise, it'll be pirate ship vacation for you two. Just let me know.

voice; thanks for eating this notif DW!

[proofofconcept]

Oh, wow. Uh, yeah, I asked him and we'd love to come. And I'd love to help with repairs, obviously. [He really would; this is literally his whole Thing, magically, which means it's the magic that feels the most natural and good to him.]

[arachnophoria]

[Slid under Quentin's door is a plain envelope, addressed to him.

Inside is a rather fancy invitation - exceptional cardstock, black with gold designs. His name is handwritten on it, and the sender also signed it.

It also smells faintly of roses.

Along with the invitation, is a small note. I'd like to get to know you more, if you're going to offer your services. -N]

[proofofconcept]

[Oh. Well. Uh.]

[Writing back...seems...polite? Like he should RSVP, right? Yes okay it says 'of your choosing' so he needs to...make his choice.]

[A note is returned:]

Is Thursday at 8 okay?

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[sanguinehunger]

Hello, darling.

So you're aware, I no longer reside in the castle. Lioriley and I have acquired a quaint little cabin in the Green Glades. You're welcome to come by, of course. Well, with a bit of warning, but we've a guest room to entertain in, if you find yourself in need of entertaining.

-Astarion

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[proofofconcept]

[Oh good, text, where he can mask the emotional breakdown he's having as completely as possible.]

Okay, good to know.

I'm alone in my room now so you know you can just come around whenever.

text, some random time between then and now

[physicalmagic]

I saw what you wrote about. About Teddy.

text

[proofofconcept]

Oh.

Yeah. That was a bad night.

Happy Birthday [Video]

[maximumcake]

Hey Quentin, I hope you're doing okay today. I made you a cake. It's chocolate. Can I bring it to you?

[proofofconcept]

Oh, hey. [He'll actually muster a smile, small but real.] It is that time, huh? Yeah, of course, I'm...where I always am, my room.

text;

[stolentrinkets]

Darling, when is a good time for me to come over?

text;

[proofofconcept]

Umm well evenings I'm pretty busy at the Revelry until I find a co-manager, but probably anytime between 1 and 4 or so? Why?

[dumbass literally does not remember what this is for]