{ ships in the night it is. shame. eliot understands just as much when to make his finessed charm progress and when to ease it. he’s not about making others feel uncomfortable when eliot is deflecting in a mask - even if it pulls from truth of an actual attraction. lite flirting is as far as he goes.

a faction of magic, and he can still feel the reminiscence of what had been the eldritch-like child monster cocooning him into his mind. another level of powerlessness. suddenly his mouth feels dry. he chuckles instead. }

Pleasure. If we are to be roommates, I’ll behave. Mostly. I’m Eliot. I’ll spare you my full given title. { his smile ends up a slight smirk as if meaningless secrets from his time mean anything in the vastness of abraxas. he’s just trying to have fun in doses. he also shoots kyle another well then because speaking with expression is clearly the way. }

I was born on Earth myself, but I was in Fillory for a long time. I’m familiar with castles. Shit politics. Magic schools. Different worlds. How long before I’m able to access more magic? I don’t like being censored.