"Blood holds who we are, memories and magic. My race of Fae and Toby's, we can sense all of what's in blood and use it. I remember when we were investigating some murders, the woman who did it, she called us corpse-lickers. Toby's not really one but still. How? I lied about almost everything except for my name and where I'm from,"
Quentin sighs and rubs his shoulder, he's saying this all wrong, he wants Alan to like him, to be his friend. Alan makes him think of Raj who gets so much even though he's lying to Raj too, but that's part of a blind fosterage, "Faithful, I'm not going to do anything, I promise. If I do, you're free to scratch me as I probably deserve it."
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Date: 2014-10-25 03:07 am (UTC)Quentin sighs and rubs his shoulder, he's saying this all wrong, he wants Alan to like him, to be his friend. Alan makes him think of Raj who gets so much even though he's lying to Raj too, but that's part of a blind fosterage, "Faithful, I'm not going to do anything, I promise. If I do, you're free to scratch me as I probably deserve it."