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]

He lets out a bubble of laughter before he can help it, playfully pulling his foot back. "Pretty sure we are the sideshow, you know."

[magician_king]

He smiles, and tugs his foot right back.

"Maybe so, but as long as we can laugh at ourselves-"

[felixtheprat]

"I don't know if you think that's sexy, because it's not, you know." About the teasing with his foot-- He's lying.

[magician_king]

"Not a foot fetishist?"

He wonders, leaning down and biting the pad of his big toe, very lightly. Kinky for feet or not, it's very intimate and sensitive skin.

[felixtheprat]

Felix jumps, laughing again a little in shock, before he reaches forward to gently grab Quentin's shoulder. "That's- tender!"

[magician_king]

"I can't believe I'm the one to have to explain to you that that's the point."

Giving him a look.

[felixtheprat]

Enunciating: "Mister va-nill-a."

[magician_king]

"I told you. I feel all- corrupted. Like a maiden."

Smirking now.

[felixtheprat]

"Like a former maiden, thank you very much."

He sits up, then, shifting over to him, pressing a thoughtful kiss to the side of his temple.

"I'm tired, Q. But I need a favor."

[magician_king]

"Course."

He says, sitting up, ready to grant him pretty much whatever he asks.

[felixtheprat]

"Tell me one more time that this isn't some - illusion. You, I mean."

Bumping his lips up against Quentin's ear.

[magician_king]

"I'm real. I'm real as can be."

Promising him, with all his heart.

[felixtheprat]

"And it's not some trick. You're not - I don't know, secretly monitoring me? I mean, I know better, I just - I'd like to hear it, I think." After the day he's had.

[magician_king]

"Uh- no. I'm not. Nothing like that."

Kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Want to do truth swears together? There's some fun blood magic- but I guess you only have my word for it that it makes you tell the truth."

[felixtheprat]

"That sounds downright dangerous, Q." Leaning up to kiss the side of his nose.

[magician_king]

"Easy. I promise. No hands."

Nosing him back.

"Time for bed. Sweetheart."

[felixtheprat]

"Sweetheart."

He's repeating it, as if trying to figure out how it sounds on his own tongue.

"I'm not sure I've ever called someone that anything but sarcastically."

[magician_king]

"You know I'm probably strong enough to carry you to bed bridal style, too."

He has to point out.

[felixtheprat]

"You're supposed to break your back in bed with me, not on your way to it, old man."

He's tracing a line down the side of Quentin's neck with the pad of his index finger.

[magician_king]

"Years of swordfighting. I'm strong enough to swashbuckle you right out of here."

Reminding him, taking him towards the bed with little nudges.

[felixtheprat]

"Is there literally anything that you haven't done?"

Obligingly, he moves back toward the bed, before falling into it with a deliberate little sigh.

[magician_king]

"All of the sex things. Most burglary. Clones."

Reminding him, with a laugh and a flop down next to him.

[felixtheprat]

"I could teach you how to burgle. A friendly bonding experience." He drops his arm across his waist.

[magician_king]

"I could take you flying."

He proposes, as well.

"Without any of the silly machinery business. We'd just hang on to each other and take off."

[felixtheprat]

"You're not being serious right now. Why would you ever walk anywhere if you could fly?"

This seems to be an endeavor in burrowing himself as much as he can into Quentin while still making sure they're both adequately comfortable.