[ eliot, in the interim, has remained almost completely totally positive there's no way he has a twin sister, in large part because--well, because she's so much like him where she's not the appealing opposite. like an anchor to hold him steady. (despite how intrinsically uh, wobbly they both inherently seem to be.) surely he'd know if a connection like that was out there?
then again: his counterpart apparently didn't either; maybe in one of those 39 very short lives, there's a twin. shit, maybe eliot ate his in the womb more than once, that sounds like something he'd do.
........................... moving on from that
he talls into her immediate vicinity by sheer twin osmosis radar, which he has now decided they have because who gives a shit if it's real? the only family he's ever had who didn't see him as skid marks on the saggy briefs of the illustrious waugh lineage is--is either dead, or unreachable. at the very least gwen and he can stick together and pool their remaining cigarettes. so:
eliot spots her much tinier figure on the grounds that she is the other best dressed person here, perhaps, and beelines in that direction, reaching down to grab her by the shoulders and look into her face as if they have been separated for years. YEARS, gwen!!! (is it scary that he doesn't have to fake this? that it's so easy to fall into the idea that they need each other?) ]
There you are. I thought I was going to have to live with one of these...these other people.
[ please imagine how snobby he was pre-canon character development, if this is what he's arrived at now. ]
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then again: his counterpart apparently didn't either; maybe in one of those 39 very short lives, there's a twin. shit, maybe eliot ate his in the womb more than once, that sounds like something he'd do.
........................... moving on from that
he talls into her immediate vicinity by sheer twin osmosis radar, which he has now decided they have because who gives a shit if it's real? the only family he's ever had who didn't see him as skid marks on the saggy briefs of the illustrious waugh lineage is--is either dead, or unreachable. at the very least gwen and he can stick together and pool their remaining cigarettes. so:
eliot spots her much tinier figure on the grounds that she is the other best dressed person here, perhaps, and beelines in that direction, reaching down to grab her by the shoulders and look into her face as if they have been separated for years. YEARS, gwen!!! (is it scary that he doesn't have to fake this? that it's so easy to fall into the idea that they need each other?) ]
There you are. I thought I was going to have to live with one of these...these other people.
[ please imagine how snobby he was pre-canon character development, if this is what he's arrived at now. ]