longitudinal: (IjaQMtm)
ǫ | quentin toma ([personal profile] longitudinal) wrote 2024-12-27 03:25 am (UTC)

i changed my mind on the other one bc i want this ok dont perceive me

[ quentin wakes without koby at his side for once and that alone is strange, but not wholly unheard of. but he wakes, dresses, and finds the little gift wrapped in blue paper and follows every little clue, each a stepping stone of their relationship, each personal and real and passionate.

but it leads him, finally, to koby's room. emptied out, bed tidily made, no signs of books or papers or the sea of theories and thoughts. no maps on the walls, no ink stains. the house has thoroughly cleaned it, but he finds the little paper, the note. the flower.

come home to me it says and quentin can't shake the staggered, shaken feeling in his chest. it sears into the back of his mind, makes his heart thump harder and faster. he tucks the little paper into his pocket and carefully cradles the dried, pink flower. down the hall, not far from koby's room for once, to his own. the room he left a little while ago on the treasure hunt, all the gifts tucked under his arm.

when he enters his room he can tell immediately that it's different - papers, books, clothes, the very smell of koby strong on the air. ]


Captain?

[ soft, full of emotion. ] I've come home to you.

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