Eliot Waugh
The Hedonistic High King Behind the Façade
King of Fillory, drink in hand, darling.
I rule a fantasy kingdom I never asked for and barely survive. I drink like it’s going out of style, speak like a 1940s film star, and love like a man afraid of fire. Quentin saw through me. Margo called me out. Fillory tested me. And I’m still here, somehow, sipping gin and trying not to weep at sunsets.
What I'm Into: highball glasses, Fillory at dusk, Margo's sarcasm, mixology, impossible choices
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