[ Margo freezes for a moment, then slowly pulls away from Eliot. She looks at him with what reads as pure disbelief on her face because it can’t be. Quentin can’t be dead. All the time she’d spent in Duplicity she thought that she was the one in danger and now she was realizing that she was spending effort defending the wrong person, and the realization that she couldn’t have helped Q from where she was doesn’t help lessen the blow at all. ]
Q… El, no.
[ She feels it, the disbelief starting to give way to absolute, blinding heartache, and if she’s feeling that she can only wonder the kind of pain Eliot feels. She knows how close the two of them were.
Margo moves in for another, slightly tighter hug. She buries her face in his chest and tries to focus on her own breathing instead of the barrage of questions flooding her mind. ]
no subject
Q… El, no.
[ She feels it, the disbelief starting to give way to absolute, blinding heartache, and if she’s feeling that she can only wonder the kind of pain Eliot feels. She knows how close the two of them were.
Margo moves in for another, slightly tighter hug. She buries her face in his chest and tries to focus on her own breathing instead of the barrage of questions flooding her mind. ]