Today our theme is going to be proverbs or cliches - taken as literally or figuratively as you'd like. Any fandom, any pairing. Please follow this format to help the code-monkeys
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Eliot's had a real home before. He remembers living with his parents and being a happy family. He remembers the time he spent with "that girl" and how good they were together - before he disappeared a little too much too often, and she got angry. But that way pretty much the story of his life.
His apartment in LA wasn't really the nicest place, but he got by. He had money and he could have afforded a better place, but he didn't want to. He didn't spend much time there anyways. Usually he was out working a job, in some other state or country. And when he became part of a team, a lot of his time was spent at HQ or even Hardison's place. He never really went home. He was fine with that.
But HQ is gone. Hardison no longer has that apartment. And they were supposed to split up. But somehow Eliot finds himself in really nice penthouse room at the top of a Hilton hotel in New York City, with Parker pressing him down onto the bed while Hardison watches from further up. Eliot hasn't really been able to sleep for the last month, which has sucked horribly. He was used to curling up around Parker or Hardison, in Hardison's huge bed, and...sleeping alone, while he's done that for years and years, just wasn't cutting it.
After they fuck that night, he falls asleep between them both, warm and content, and he really hates cliches, but he guesses this one, at least, is true - home is where the heart is.
His apartment in LA wasn't really the nicest place, but he got by. He had money and he could have afforded a better place, but he didn't want to. He didn't spend much time there anyways. Usually he was out working a job, in some other state or country. And when he became part of a team, a lot of his time was spent at HQ or even Hardison's place. He never really went home. He was fine with that.
But HQ is gone. Hardison no longer has that apartment. And they were supposed to split up. But somehow Eliot finds himself in really nice penthouse room at the top of a Hilton hotel in New York City, with Parker pressing him down onto the bed while Hardison watches from further up. Eliot hasn't really been able to sleep for the last month, which has sucked horribly. He was used to curling up around Parker or Hardison, in Hardison's huge bed, and...sleeping alone, while he's done that for years and years, just wasn't cutting it.
After they fuck that night, he falls asleep between them both, warm and content, and he really hates cliches, but he guesses this one, at least, is true - home is where the heart is.
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