#family she’ll be happy with whatever the wedding looks like. eliot though has Thoughts on catering & hardison stresses about color schemes)

[leverage-ot3]

silly episode idea but hear me out

okay well the first part isn’t silly! so the episode is based around a con they are doing where a polyam triad wants to get married and have been writing to senators and stuff for years but nothing has happened. maybe there is a time element that leeway has to happen soon (not sure what that would be yet, maybe someone is sick???)

(obviously polycules aren’t only and are often more than just a closed three-person system, but I’m saying triad right now bc I feel like that would be an easier and more ‘socially acceptable’ gateway into more accepting legislation for diverse relationship dynamics)

the leverage crew, of course, can’t outright change the public perception of poly marriage, but they can use the ‘enemy’s’ tactics against them and slip stuff into legislation without people noticing like they do. it’s slimy and it’s not a permanent fix, but it’s a start, and it gives people the opportunity to see poly marriage in action and that it isn’t as terrifying or pearl-clutching-inducing as they think it would be. there’s a long way to go, but the seeds of change have been sown and they will make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible

this is one of the cases that they will monitor on the back burner over time. some cons can finish within a few hours (the bottle job), and some things they will follow over time and make adjustments when needed- amplify voices and expose corrupt politicians etc

and then it’s just after 3/4 of the way through but the con has been finished? what is going on? this is where the silliness comes in

the camera turns to the ot3 and…

hardison, pulling out three individualized rings: I know it’s not legal yet, and we have the necklaces, but I think rings would be a nice touch

eliot, pulling out an intricately carved box that also has three self-handcrafted rings: dammit hardison (with feeling and tenderness, and damp eyes)

parker, pulling out three very stolen rings from her pocket: does this mean we’re getting triple married if we all have three rings???

harry pops into the conversation (practically vibrating) excitedly just casually mentioning that he’s a notary and would be honored to marry them to each other if they wanted to

(they do)

wait, did I say silly? I meant unwaveringly tender and heartwarming

[phantsms]

psd by @thalsrph.

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓅𝓅 ( Reeve Carney. male, he/him, how does a moment last forever + celine dion. ) i heard ELIOT GODFREY singing the other night, though it didn’t sound like english… it’s so admirable that someone who’s only THIRTY-SIX can sing latin so fluently! heard they hang out with those LUX CIRCLE, that must be because they’re an OWNER AND ARTIST at O FORTUNA TATTOO. i always see them going home to BROOKLYN by SUBWAY under the moonlit night.

TW: Death Mention

     NOW I KNOW SHE’LL NEVER LEAVE ME, EVEN AS SHE FADES FROM VIEW             SHE WILL STILL INSPIRE ME, BE A PART OF EVERYTHING I DO

since he was old enough to understand, eliot bought into the whole “witch” thing. his closest friends were the kids around his age in lux circle, and the older ones -- including his siblings, most notably -- taught him everything he needed to know: their magic was never used to harm, only defend. push it too hard, and it’ll push back. he picked it all up really quickly.... he was born into it, after all.

his true best friend wasn’t in lux, though. anabelle, on the contrary, had a mother, isabelle, that was very much affiliated with noctis. he felt a connection immediately, one that defied circle boundaries. when he was older, even, he recognized it for what it really was: love. passionate, enduring, selfless love.

eliot liked to think it wasn’t entirely one-sided, but he never said anything, especially not when she married a human. it hurt to see someone he was quite in love with fall for and marry someone else, but his love for her was deep enough that, at the end of the day, eliot didn’t care. he really and truly just wanted her to be happy, and she was with charlie. he still loved her, and that would never really go away, but he’d be okay.

somewhere along the line, anabelle got pregnant, and she promised that she’d make eliot the godfather once the child was born. it was a duty he happily accepted, and he would even attend the birth.

things went horribly wrong at said birth, though. anabelle wouldn’t survive the birth. beyond the crushing, pervasive heartbreak that is natural when losing someone you love, eliot had a sinking feeling that foul play was involved... particularly at the hands of anabelle’s grandmother. before he got the chance to look further into it or even hold his goddaughter, isabella made it clear that he needed to leave. she didn’t say a word, but her eyes said it all: “leave now and don’t look into it, if you know what’s good for you,” more or less. he took it very seriously, and he made no effort to see his goddaughter or charlie (he certainly didn’t interact with isabelle, but that was to be expected). years later, though, he still thinks about them, wonders how they’re doing, feels ashamed for not doing anything for his goddaughter or charlie then and continuing to not do anything.

shortly after the incident, he got the first of many tattoos: anabelle’s name, in her handwriting, on his left wrist.  so began the next phase of his life.

     CERTAIN AS THE SUN, RISING IN THE EAST             TALE AS OLD AS TIME, SONG AS OLD AS RHYME

he was a drawing student at pratt institute before the tattoo and before the events surrounding the birth of anabelle’s child, but he wasn’t entirely sure about what he wanted to do with it. he felt another spark after getting the tattoo, though, one strangely similar to the one with anabelle: he could tattoo for a living. it felt right to him. he’d apprentice at a local parlor through graduation and would open his own shortly after -- o fortuna tattoo, eliot would call it. he though it was clever, or whatever. 

of course, he made an instagram account for his shop. he’d post tattoo concepts, random drawings, works of his, and whatever else he saw fit. eventually, he’d grow to be quite popular because of it. he’d then get a fairly solid waiting list (one that necessitated the hiring of more artists), a regular set of clientele, and whatever else it is modestly successful and moderately famous tattoo shops have.

HOW DOES A MOMENT LAST FOREVER           WHEN OUR SONG GOES ON 

he never thought he could love anyone like he did anabelle... not, of course, until he got to know magdalena, one of his regulars. at first sight, it was painfully obvious she was gorgeous, and then she’d come back for followup sessions and probably even just to talk, just for kicks. he’d get to know her, her spunk, her protective instincts, what made her tick. at that point, eliot couldn’t help but fall for her. 

the spark, however, wouldn’t come until after they made things official and began dating; to be clear, maggie made things official, not eliot. he felt the spark when his first thought after she took the plung was about how he needed to get ahold of the family ring (or one of them, or go buy one, who knows), cuz he knew he’d marry her someday.

they come dangerously close to it, too. after a year or so, maybe shorter and maybe longer, he proposes to her (the exact details are TBD, but it’s super cute and fluffy and romantic). they find a venue, try cake samples (the most important part), and even send out announcements and invitations.

eliot gets cold feet, though, all thanks to encountering his goddaughter, ophelia, or her father, charlie, or both. he never got proper closure, and he thought he was fine, but the aforementioned encounter caused a major freakout. his feelings for anabelle, and everything surrounding her death, seemed to flood back,and he made yet another mistake he regrets and thinks about to this day: he called off the wedding and the engagement. 

eliot and maggie tried staying together after that, but ti just wasn’t the same. they weren’t quite at the same place anymore, and, for very valid reasons, maggie was hurt and quite embarrassed, and it wouldn’t go away so long as they stayed together. 

they broke up entirely shortly after. like, delete numbers, un-follow and un-add on social media, frequent another tattoo shop-entirely. they wouldn’t speak, interact, or cross each other’s paths again until 5+ years later.

NO PAIN COULD BE DEEPER, NO LIFE COULD BE CHEAPER                 NO POINT ANYMORE, IF I CAN’T LOVE HER

so, fiveish years later, and we’re now in present times. maggie’s a professor at nyu, something that eliot had no knowledge of, just so you know. eliot’s now experiencing tremendous levels of success as a celebrity tattoo artist. same shop, same artists, but with the addition of a certain degree of clientele that can and are willing to pay bucket loads that have fans who are also (or, at the very least, follow the shop on social media (it’s verified on all platforms, BTW!) and show up at the physical location, in hopes of spotting their favorite stars).

making six figures easily, he has the means to afford something crazy, like going to nyu just for kicks. he’s been tattooing for awhile now, and a change of pace is necessary, even though he still loves what he does. he decides, in light of this, to pursue an mfa in studio art and branch out into more traditional forms of art, like painting (he happens to quite like it, too, so no worries).

of course, though, this has the potential to be very problematic, but neither of them know it -- yet, that is. stay tuned for more!