John

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was feeling much better about his position on the ship now. Particularly having quarters of his own, as meager as they were. It felt as if he were in a place now where he could improve upon things. And he hadn't even had to fuck anyone for it. Plus Winter's potion had worked, and he hadn't vomited in days.

Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.

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[eliot_thespectacular]

"Well these days I'm enchanting arrow," Eliot said with a snort.

[petty_dabbler]

"Working for Q, hmm?" John asked.

That impressed him, and he nodded.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Yes," Eliot said. "I introduced myself to the captain, and he sent me to Q."

He shrugged a little and then said, "I'm not sure that enchanting is the best use of my talents, but I'm not complaining. He gave me my own quarters."

[petty_dabbler]

"Give it time, lad," John assured him.

And he didn't feel bad at all advising the young man to stick it out until Bond had used him for all he was worth.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"You do any battle magic?" Eliot asked.

[petty_dabbler]

"When there's no other options," he confirmed with a nod. "But my sort of magic doesn't leave much to salvage, so we try not to."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I confess I don't know as much about warlock magic as I'd like," Eliot said. "When I was at Brakebills I found some books on the topic, and then was told I couldn't read them."

[petty_dabbler]

"That's because Brakebills would rather burn down than produce a warlock," he chuckled. "It's dark magic, lad. Not to be played with."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"They burned down anyway," Eliot said dryly. Pause. "Well, not literally. At least, not all of it. But may as well have."

[petty_dabbler]

"And still..." he said, lifting a finger to make his point, "...No warlocks. And no, I'm not going to teach you. Not any time soon, anyway. You need to focus."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Did I ask?" Eliot said dryly. "I'm perfectly fine with normal wizarding. And have enough to worry about with the wild magic shit."

[petty_dabbler]

"That? I will help you with," hevassured him then.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Yeah?" said Eliot. "Well the other day I calmed the seas and then made the whole ship smell like cinnamon for an hour."

[petty_dabbler]

He blinked in confusion at that.

"You did...what now?" he asked.

The lad could decimate a forest...cinnamon?

[eliot_thespectacular]

“Wild magic surge,” Eliot muttered. “Sometimes they’re just… stupid.”

[petty_dabbler]

"At least sometimes stupid also means harmless, Eliot. Cheer up," John assured him.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"It's... embarrassing," Eliot mumbled.

[petty_dabbler]

"Abandon dignity, lad...you're at sea," John chuckled.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot snorted. "Oh I probably did away with that long ago, but I still like to pretend..." He chuckled ruefully. "I mean you scraped me off the floor of a bar, John."

[petty_dabbler]

"That I did," he nodded.

Eliot had been in quite the state. John wasn't sure why he'd been the one put in the magician's path.

John was a curse, and Eliot would learn that soon enough.

"Didn't smell like cinnamon. That's for certain."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot couldn't help it; he laughed. "I probably smelled like whiskey," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

"You smelled," John chuckled, and left it at that.

"And what about now? Today? How do you see it all now?" he asked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot looked at him for a second and then said, "I'm grateful to be here." Pause. "Though I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure how I feel about being a pirate."

[petty_dabbler]

"Oh? Ship life? Or the...death?" he asked, gesturing vaguely.

[eliot_thespectacular]

“Well I was a little alarmed to hear that the captain is enslaving fae,” Eliot said pointedly.