psl: orphan black

[magician_king]

[They were mid-text conversation when Felix's end went suspiciously dead. Quentin texts him about four totally unsuave Felix? Fe? Everything okay? ???? messages while Paul points a gun at his head.

He keeps his phone on him afterwards, honestly pretty freaked.]

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[felixtheprat]

When it's over, when it's all said and done, when Sarah has finally convinced Paul to release him, Felix isn't quite sure that his heart will ever return to chest from his throat.

The return messages will come much later that night:

You mind some company?

[magician_king]

Am I coming there or are you coming here?

Which is pure, pragmatic Quentin for 'of course, anything.'

He's already thinking about what food he's going to order, and whether it'll be pick up on the way there or delivery to here.

[felixtheprat]

I really don't want to be here right now.

Which is not something Felix would ever, ever say unless something was Wrong, capitalized and underlined. He's on his way already.

[magician_king]

Okay. See you soon.

He settles on curry, warm and fragrant and just a little greasy, with scads of buttery and fluffy naan. The food arrives just a minute before Felix does.

Quentin meets him in the lobby, as soon as he sees him pull up.

[felixtheprat]

His shoulders are drawn up; he's tense, chewing on his thumbnail even as he approaches. Something about his expression relaxes when sees Quentin, but only slightly.

[magician_king]

Quentin gets him into the elevator, and then starts a quiet chant, which lights up a series of sigils on the walls as they go. He only stops when they reach his floor, and he moves to help him down the hall, explaining;

"No one can get in without explicit permission, and if anyone was trying to follow you, the elevator is a going to break down and we'll know immediately. It'd take a very powerful magician several hours to pick through the safeguards I've got set up on my place, and a civilian doesn't stand a chance."

He assumes, if it's this bad, it's something to do with the bits and pieces he knows about the clones.

[felixtheprat]

That much catches him by serious surprise, and when Quentin begins to explain the sigils to him, Felix's face registers shock before melting into a soft and tired amusement. "No- no, no, it's nothing like that. I mean - I'm not being followed. We took care of it."

But he casts a grateful glance back at the elevator regardless.

[magician_king]

"Good."

He murmurs, with a sharp nod.

"I'm glad. But still- it's nice to know you're going to ground somewhere safe."

In his considerable experience dealing with mayhem.

[felixtheprat]

"Would you believe that I'm a murderer?"

A little shakily.

"If someone came to you and said, 'Found this murdery knife with Felix's prints on it,' would you believe it?"

[magician_king]

"Jesus, Felix, are you okay?"

Because yes, his first reaction is;

"What were they trying to do? Where's the body, I can-"

A client, he presumes, or a clone, or something, but absolutely self-defense. And now Quentin is turning them right around to go disintegrate a corpse for him.

[felixtheprat]

"What? No! No, I didn't - Quentin, it was - I didn't kill anyone, what makes you think that I even could?"

He's twisting away from him, the shock on his expression mostly a result of the raw adrenaline dump and the ensuing exhaustion from it.

"Jesus!"

[magician_king]

"Good. Fuck."

He says, turning back to him, just as shivery, shooing him into his apartment.

"Because I have. Did I ever tell you that? I've killed people, and it's fucking awful, and I hope you never have to do it, but if anyone is ever trying to hurt you I want you to take something sharp and stab them in the throat as many times as it takes. Because it's better them than you, all right?" That was not the most balanced thing he's ever said, so naturally he follows it up with a deep breath, and an absent; "I've got vodka in the freezer."

[felixtheprat]

Typically, Felix would be able to take that in bewildered good humor, be able to laugh it off and shake his head, but things are a little different right now, and Quentin's extreme reaction raises something like alarm in his face.

"Maybe - perhaps drinking isn't the best thing for you to do right now."

It's not to say that Felix is keeping his distance, except that's the case for now.

[magician_king]

A deep breath.

"I meant for you, you look like you've had a shock."

But he watches him levelly.

"Sorry. Can you start from the beginning? You haven't killed anyone?"

[felixtheprat]

"Of course not!" It's snapped a little more quickly than he means, and he presses the heel of his hand to his mouth, visibly regretting it. "-- you have?"

[magician_king]

"Yes."

He says, ashamed, and horrified, and honestly pretty scared, too.

"Couple of times. You don't have to stay if that's more than you can cope with right now."

[felixtheprat]

"Huh?"

And then he seems to realize how he's reacting, and it's his turn to look vaguely ashamed.

"No. No, no, that's not - I just - could we just sit for a few minutes? I've just had a shite day. That's all."

[magician_king]

"Okay."

He agrees, coming gingerly closer, past the takeout bags on the counter, over to his rickety couch.

He just needs to add;

"I shouldn't have assumed- I just know what it's like, when it's them or you, self-defence, and I thought with everything that's been going on for you lately... it didn't seem like a stretch that someone might have come after you."

[felixtheprat]

"Coming after my sister, more like, and trying to use me as leverage." Felix shivers again, his expression sour as he wraps his arms around himself and heads toward the couch, seating himself carefully onto it. "Leverage. Me, Q. I'm going to- ugh."

He kicks one foot out, a physical expression of irritation.

[magician_king]

"Start from the beginning. And tell me if you get hungry, there's food."

Watching him gingerly, still feeling a little raw from that one.

[felixtheprat]

Felix just stares at him for a long moment, expression carefully shuttered, a little distant - before he sort of just barrels forward, trying to pin him down to the couch. It's not an overt sexual gesture, just a sort of lunge at closeness.

"Ugh. It's - complicated."

[magician_king]

"Felix, I just admitted to you that I have been in multiple fights for my life. I get complicated."

He promises, as he wraps him up tight, kissing his temple.

"But if you want, we can just- watch bad tv and eat curry."

[felixtheprat]

Felix groans a little at that, shaking his head with a sigh. "No, it's - there's some serious - stuff going down with my sister right now." Muffled into his shoulder, and he burrows his face in a little more, just to smell him. "This - fuckface put a fucking gun to my head and then smeared my goddamn fingerprints all over it. It was used in a murder, Q, and if Sarah didn't deliver on what he wanted..."

Huffing, hard.

[magician_king]

"Oh sweetheart."

He says, and that's all, just pulling him in even tighter, kissing the top of his head.

"Is it going to be okay?"

[felixtheprat]

Felix lifts his head a little at that, expression somewhere between baffled and amused.

"Did you just call me sweetheart?"