they whisper to me

“Heh, you’d be right about wanting to fight them; some of them immediately jump to it…” His voice is low as if to try and tell it to Valerie like it was a secret, but he immediately jumps back to his loud and proud tone soon after, hands on hips.

“They come from their own worlds! The universe is infinite, after all; it’s really quite amazing how far it expands out!” Doesn’t quite answer her questions, but he’s trying to keep it from being a dark and gloomy subject.

“oh!”

“oho ... it is not often that someone says things like this to me. no, it isn’t a problem at all, my dear.”

Valerie’s sleeve lifts to her mouth as she hides a giggle, tilting her head and allowing some of her dark hair to fall across one shoulder. “at a young age, i met with the fae. and they gave me something irreplaceable ... the ability to see into their world. all it took was a little swapping of the eyes.”

“ That would be ideal, yes. Hopefully, I can do the same for her, assuming she enjoys coffee.”

He rarely had any difficulty finding a date, but so rarely did he truly ever care for them. Most women, and by most he meant all but one, were horribly disappointing creatures similar to their male counterparts, albeit in different ways.

“ I hope you find happiness with someone for as long as your life lasts. That is all any of us want at the end of the day.”

It was a bit of a tricky subject for the two of them -- But even talking so casually about it made it feel like there was a future where such a thing was possible. She knew she’d have to find someone, anyone who tolerated the speeches she had with the fae and her long, strange rituals -- And he had to find someone that wouldn’t be too afraid of the spotlight, and the recognition.

Valerie offers Lysander a smile, bright and cheerful as all her other ones. It’s not foreseeable for me, she thinks, but maybe for you.

“teehee! isn’t that true! it’s all we could want in the end ...”

“Same.”

someday i’ll have a very pretty wife!

“Ha! I wish they were just cosplayers sometimes…” He doesn’t mean that; if they were just cosplayers then it wouldn’t be real, it wouldn’t be right, it would feel even more like a dream than it already did–

“They’re like, versions of me. From different timelines. And like, completely different lives. It’s some wacky stuff, I tell ya.”

…if it was spoken anymore nonchalant, it would have been like talking about the weather.

“that doesn’t make any sense at all!”

“O-Oh god, yeah, no, I wouldn’t go that far with them if they were. That would definitely be sending creeper vibes…”

More than they already did, considering his maternal fondness to them. But, that was for another time.

“They’re lucky they’re all handsome… some more than others, but, still!”

“wait ... wait, lys ... if they’re not your siblings ...” Valerie hesitates, brow furrowing.

a very faerie ask | ask memes

Happy waving!!!

“hello lysander! and lysander! and lysander!”

....

“wait, what?”