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                        – ❝ Welly well well now! You are a beautiful creature, aren’t ya? ❞

If this dignified lady reminded him of his dear, sweet demented aunt, he wisely chose not to speak of it. ( A little pale gold, a little ice about the eyes despite the pearly grin. ) Alas, Leontes was one to walk headfirst into danger - and with a face like that…Well, who could really resist? Of course, he didn’t touch her - there was no playful tugging of her hair like he might have done with Morgaine or Peaches, the lovely little Lyanna. Despite the common belief otherwise, his desire for trouble didn’t walk hand in hand with a hard on for death. On the contrary, he had quite a healthy and lustful relationship with life!

Still, he circled around her, sizing her up from every angle with the all the appreciation for beauty that a Seelie could muster. Many of his own kind were rotting away on the inside, but as long as the glamour was there…

Well, he didn’t even know this woman’s name. 

                                                     ❝ Have you tried…the wine? ❞ 

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                          – ❝ Aye, an’ they also say that I’ve magical strength that both cometh and goeth with the moon high up in the night sky. Do ye believe that as well, milady? ❞

Gawain had once been told that he had a face made for laughter; that the first wrinkles on his mug would come at the corners of his mouth and eyes. In that moment, pressing back the barking laughter in the back of his throat, it might very well have been true! He held out his hand to the horse upon which the lady sat, soothingly stroking it’s muzzle. Lancelot was better with the beasts to be sure, but this son of Orkney had a kind hand when it wasn’t holding a sword.

❝ We are not all of us from the North ravenous dogs, I promise thee. My kith and kin are an unruly lot - all of them a sight uglier than I to be true - but they are good men. Proud men. We need no sorceries to ensnare a lass, I can tell ye that. ❞ He patted the animal gently, glancing up at its rider. ❝ Takes the fun out of the game, eh? ❞

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                           – ❝ Oh, DARLING… ❞ 

How long has it been this time around? Days…months…years? The only thing the fae is certain of is that she isn’t remotely sure. It all slips away from her; seconds blurring into minutes that melt into days on end. These days, she’s not even certain what century it is, let alone the month or the day of the week. But she knows him; recognizes the tired lines of his face and his feline companion. 

In Asher, at least, Alexandra finds a constant. 

She busies her hands - some small portion of her wild mind - with the task of lighting a cigarette, glamoured green eyes glinting with the glow of firelight from cherry lacquered fingertips. It can’t have been too long, now can it? He’s rumpled yes; not from age but sleepless nights. Sage, but not old — not dead and decaying. ( One day it’ll be his grave she’s visiting. One day…but not today. ) The smile that she offers is faint but genuine --- a rarity in itself.

                                           ❝ You still owe me a shirt…but I’ll settle for a drink. ❞