Monday morning came in fits of flickering autumn gold. The weekend had gone by so quickly, Quentin s
Monday morning came in fits of flickering autumn gold. The weekend had gone by so quickly, Quentin seemed to only remember it in gasps and snatches now. Beautiful fragments of memory. The kind that felt more like dreams than things that had actually happened. Leftover pie on the sofa; breezing their way through his dad’s old man movie collection. Model airplanes and Fillory books and bad jokes that made Quentin laugh until his stomach hurt. So much love it was like it had been meant for someone else. Someone other than Quentin. Someone who’d always understood that life was meant to be this beautiful.[continue reading on ao3]☆ part two of the time cast a spell on you series ☆part one | series page -- source link
#the magicians#queliot