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[magician_king]

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[magician_king]

"Mm, I mean. He'll have had better days, but if he understands what you're dealing with I bet money he'd support you anyway. Want me to make an introduction?"

He doesn't mind; he likes Steve.

[credere]

"I...yes? I just don't know if - it's like you said, it'll be different with magic."

Little does he know that Steve has fairly applicable experience there.

[magician_king]

"It won't be perfectly analogous, but the more you know is always better."

Is Quentin's experience.

"And it's not like you don't have the time."

[credere]

"I suppose," he says, quietly. "I'll ask if he wants to talk about it."

Honestly, he doesn't want to know enough to push for it.

[magician_king]

"It's good that you have a long time to think about this stuff."

Says Quentin, earnestly.

"But it's a question, I guess, of assessing his motives and what he's trying to do, which you're not going to know until you get home."

[credere]

"If I go home," he corrects, boldly and quite possibly out of nowhere.

[magician_king]

"That's new. Where are you going instead?"

Cheered by the news.

[credere]

"I don't know. But if you're right about him, then...I've got nothing else to go home for."

A quiet, sad truth. He doubts Nagini would forgive him.

[magician_king]

"What about the girl you met?"

He asks, eyebrows lifting.

"It sounded like you were close."

[credere]

"We were. But...I went to Grindelwald, and she didn't."

He closes his eyes for a moment.

"A Maledictus' curse can't be broken. Even if I go back, even if she does forgive me, I'm just...I'm going to have to just watch until she can never be human again."

[magician_king]

"Dude. Graduate, get an inmate, get a deal, go get her, bring her somewhere good. Like out into the multiverse with me and team 'free the clones,' or wherever Shiro's going. Just because she's probably going to be mad at you for awhile doesn't mean she doesn't need your help."

One of Quentin's philosophies in this life.

[credere]

Credence makes a noise that wants to be an incredulous laugh.

"I couldn't graduate someone."

He's not even convinced of that assuming the 'someone' is himself.

[magician_king]

"I'm figuring it out. Yeah it's been four years, but Elijah doesn't hate me and seems to be- you know. Thoughtful. If I can do it you can definitely do it."

He's so firm in this conviction that he's forgotten what he was doing with the blanket, in favour of staring into his eyes and trying to convey this to him.

[credere]

Credence looks very much like he doesn't agree with this but can't summon the energy to launch a serious argument.

"But you're - better than me. At everything."

[magician_king]

"One, no I'm not, two, when I am it's because I'm ten years older than you, three, you cap me easily for raw magical power, and four, that sounds like Mary Lou Barebone and not like Aurelius C Dumbledore."

Says Quentin, imbuing the name with all the power and sorcery he knows how to. Spoken as incantation, the lights around them flicker portentously.

[credere]

Credence frowns at the name.

"No, she'd say you're worse than me and even more likely to go to Hell because you have one and a half boyfriends."

It's somehow both true and almost a joke, simultaneosly.

[magician_king]

"I agree that I probably am, but not for that."

He says, quietly, and goes back to the work on the blanket. His face gets a little red, but he does insist;

"Loving people never makes you evil."

[credere]

"...I don't think there's any such place as hell any more, either," Credence says, which is at least an implicit agreement with Quentin's other remark.

The second day after the end of the dream flood

[callmefives]

[He's not sure if Quentin will want to talk to him, but he knows it feels wrong not to say anything to him. And he misses him. So he gives him a few hours after Jedao reports that things are okay and then decides to just... swing by his cabin after the end of dinner shift. Mostly because he isn't sure what to say in a network message.

So he knocks and absolutely does not let himself shift awkwardly from foot to foot as he waits for Quentin to answer. And hopes that he didn't pick a time when he's just not in.]

[magician_king]

[Instead of yelling it's open, Quentin actually comes to the door- and goes ahead and opens it, eyebrows lifting in surprise at who he finds.]

Fives, hey- come here, congratulations.

[First things first, reaching his arms up to twine around his neck for a quick hug.]

[callmefives]

He doesn't realize how worried he'd been until relief floods through him, and his hug is probably a little over-enthusiastic. "Hi. I'm sorry we didn't think to talk to you first," he murmurs into the side of his neck before pulling away, looking sheepish instead blankly stoic to hide his worry.

[magician_king]

"No, dude, you were dreaming. You couldn't come find me. And once you've said it, you've said it, right? I don't super understand your traditions, but I see how it happened."

Hugging him tighter, shutting his eyes firmly.

"Congratulations. You both more than deserve something like this."

[callmefives]

He can't help grinning, he's still so ludicrously happy. "Yeah, it just... that's all it is. You just say the words. I guess most cultures have something a lot more complicated than that, though."

He kisses the side of Quentin's neck, since he's there, and nuzzles into the warmth there a little, relieved at the affection. "Neither of us thought it was something we could ever have," he admits quietly, and the sheer awe at having been so gloriously wrong comes through in his voice. "I didn't even know to want it, before the barge."

[magician_king]

"You deserve every joy."

He says, squeezing him tighter, then pulling back to say;

"I'm sorry if I made you anxious. I just- got insecure about it for a little bit. I hope you were still able to- you know, bask gloriously in each other?"

While he shows him inside.

[callmefives]

Fives reaches out and snags his hand as he follows him in, and ducks his head a little to only partially hide his wicked grin. "We basked very gloriously," he answers. "I promise."

He squeezes Quentin's hand. "I know he probably told you, but you do know he wants to marry you too, as soon as you're ready, right?" he asks, a little quieter.