no sense in sour grapes

[bitterchill]

Ari has been Yellow's vassal for a long time now. Enough sleeps to have been a few decades, maybe. He's gotten to know this world quite well in that time. He's almost fond of it; not as nice as Vancouver, maybe, but better than most of the Nevernever, and Yellow is better than most of the Sidhe. He's wormed his way into some very nice privileges, as well. (It helps that most of them are either innocuous or directly beneficial to Yellow himself, like learning sorcery or never wearing clothes again.)

Currently he's exercising one of those for a trip to the library for a book on harmonics. Or, rather, he's returning from it. With the book. It's a good book, lots of useful words about things.

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[feel_so_free]

"I can fly!"

She can also scoop him up. Behold scooping. And she can get in the air like this, and she seems reasonably maneuverable about it.

"Which way?"

[bitterchill]

Ari points! His internal compass is a good internal compass.

[feel_so_free]

The fairy sets off.

"I don't wanna be Maria anymore," she says thoughtfully, "I hated being Maria. Call me... call me Secret."

[bitterchill]

"Oh, sure. And my nickname's Winter, you should probably call me that around people."

He chews at his lip for a moment. "D'you want to take over the world and free everyone from everyone? Because I'd be up for that, but I feel like it's one of those things we should establish."

[feel_so_free]

"Maye. Mostly I want to not have to do things I don't wanna do. But... I don't want anybody else to have to do things they don't wanna do, either."

[bitterchill]

"I can appreciate that."

[feel_so_free]

"Yeah."

Flutter flutter. Her wings trail bright rainbow dust that curls in the air like smoke from their disintegrating edges, but the amount of wing that shreds in one beat regrows by the next.

[bitterchill]

"Your wings are interesting. I can hardly tell how they work, are they actually breaking apart as you flap them? Does it hurt at all?"

[feel_so_free]

"Yeah, they are, and yeah, it does."

[bitterchill]

"Doesn't seem to be too much of a problem for you."

[feel_so_free]

"It's great compared to wearing a dress over them."

[bitterchill]

"Works for me. Incidentally, have I mentioned you're very pretty?"

[feel_so_free]

"I don't think you did!"

[bitterchill]

"Well, you're very pretty. And we're reasonably likely to be living together, and you have wonderful socks, so I have to ask, how d'you feel about sex?"

[feel_so_free]

"My socks are the best socks," she says. "I... dunno how I feel about sex. I've never had any that wasn't, you know, Jeff."

[bitterchill]

"Ech. Nobody deserves that."

[feel_so_free]

"Probably not."

[bitterchill]

"I can offer my services as a palate cleanser. Or, y'know, I can stop talking about it. One of those, at your discretion."

[feel_so_free]

Secret giggles, which is not quite an answer.

[bitterchill]

"...Right then. Feel free to think on it. I'll be waiting patiently til you make a decision, being conspicuously pretty and not wearing clothes."

[feel_so_free]

"You are very pretty."

[bitterchill]

"Thank you! You know, people here so often just don't mention that sort of thing, it's very rude. It's gratifying to have outside input."

[feel_so_free]

Giggle.

"And you're cute!"

[bitterchill]

"Flattery! My only weakness!"

[feel_so_free]

"Adooorable."