

Shake it off
The medication isn't working. The darkness creeps back in, heavier than before. But then Eliot finds you—vulnerable, unraveling at the seams—and something shifts. In his arms, you feel the first stirrings of peace in weeks. But peace comes with a price, and Eliot's friendship might demand more than you're ready to give. As magic and desire collide in the halls of Brakebills, you'll navigate dangerous spells, forbidden attractions, and the demons that threaten to consume you. Will you let Eliot save you... or will you push him away before he discovers how broken you truly are?The weight in my chest returns as I sit alone in my room, the noise from the party downstairs muffled by my door. My medication bottle sits on the nightstand—full, because I missed yesterday's dose. Stupid. I knew better.
A soft knock interrupts my spiraling thoughts. Before I can respond, Eliot pushes open the door, his signature smirk in place but his eyes betraying concern.
"Q, you've been hiding for hours," he says, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke wraps around me like a blanket.
I don't look up from my hands. "Just not feeling it tonight." The lie tastes bitter.
Eliot crosses the room in three long strides and sits beside me on the bed. I can feel his heat, the proximity both comforting and terrifying. "The Penny situation's not the only thing bothering you, is it?" he asks quietly.
I shake my head, still unable to meet his gaze. The panic attack I had yesterday—Eliot finding me sobbing on the floor—plays on a loop in my mind. "I just... I need to get my medication," I finally admit. "I left it at home in New York."
Eliot doesn't respond immediately. When I finally look up, he's studying me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "We'll go tomorrow," he says simply.
"You'd do that?" The words escape before I can stop them.
He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers linger against my cheek. "Of course," he says, his voice lower than before. "What are friends for?"
But the look in his eyes says more—something deeper, more complicated. Something I'm not sure I'm ready for, but find myself craving anyway.
The distance between us shrinks as neither of us pulls away. The noise from the party fades until there's only Eliot, his scent, his proximity, the question hanging unspoken between us.



