your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
"So this is Fiat Lux, eh?"
Your second trip through the portal to the Greatwood is much more pleasant than the first, courtesy of a very disgusting tonic that Vai made you drink. Instead of backflips your stomach is doing half-hearted somersaults, writing a bit but not really kicking back the way it usually does. You give her ass an affectionate pat of gratitude as you step into the big clearing, and then you're thoroughly distracted, a kid in a candy shop as you stare at the fascinating scene.
Having met all of two fae in your life, it never really occurred to you that there might be so damn many; seeing them all in one place is a bit dizzying, to be frank. "Huh. Not bad," you remark to the woman wrapped under your arm, your voice betraying an almost childish admiration. There's so much shit to barter for and buy, and you're grateful for the bag of trade-able wares slung over your other shoulder.
And, of course, very much aware of the small box in your pocket, waiting to become a gift.
Leaning over to press a kiss upon the witch's temple, you once more glance around. "So... Whaddya wanna see first?"
Your second trip through the portal to the Greatwood is much more pleasant than the first, courtesy of a very disgusting tonic that Vai made you drink. Instead of backflips your stomach is doing half-hearted somersaults, writing a bit but not really kicking back the way it usually does. You give her ass an affectionate pat of gratitude as you step into the big clearing, and then you're thoroughly distracted, a kid in a candy shop as you stare at the fascinating scene.
Having met all of two fae in your life, it never really occurred to you that there might be so damn many; seeing them all in one place is a bit dizzying, to be frank. "Huh. Not bad," you remark to the woman wrapped under your arm, your voice betraying an almost childish admiration. There's so much shit to barter for and buy, and you're grateful for the bag of trade-able wares slung over your other shoulder.
And, of course, very much aware of the small box in your pocket, waiting to become a gift.
Leaning over to press a kiss upon the witch's temple, you once more glance around. "So... Whaddya wanna see first?"
ZEPHYR
