#miidnighters

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"She's often quiet, but seldom contemplative. Caught at the wrong--or perhaps very right--moment."

"I requested a photograph to remember her by. I now see the error of my ways. Candids only from now on."

"Ah, our second meeting. She's quite inattentive, no? But at least not a liar. How she chose these...sad little plans over me remains an unhealed wound between us, sadly."

It’s an important distinction, and one that explains the rigidity in Red’s shoulders. Rare to find someone who can see through fae glamour — Jake’s glamour. Rarer still for them to be iron-blooded and white-boned like herself. At her feet, Jake wrinkles his cute bunny nose and balances himself up on his hind feet. A child passing by the park bench Red currently lounges on lets out a small ‘awwww’ before her mother pulls her away. They’ve got appointments to keep, if the backpack sporting soccer cleats is any indication.

But to the man in front of her, the rabbit has more than just long, velvety ears and mottled white-black fur. His eyes glow with a malevolent, pulsing crimson. Sharp, wicked-looking horns curve from his head. It’s hard to tell what color they are; depending on how you move, left or right, they shimmer in and out of existence. He waggles his adorable little tail — shaped like a fox's but scaled like a snake — then opens a mouth filled with needle-shaped fangs. Starts to hiss, too.

Which is unceremoniously cut short by Red reaching down, picking him up, and booping him once on the nose. No. Bad. Glamour-Man carries no weapons, reeks of no spells. He doesn’t seem like a threat.

But if the fae teach you anything, it’s this: nothing is as it seems.

“You seem to be doing well for yourself.” Red leans back, keeping one hand wrapped around her familiar. She tilts her head in a cursory once-over. At her side, sitting on the wood of the bench, are a deck of tarot cards. Stacked, nice and inconspicuous and neat. Inert. “Still in contact with them, or have they let you be?”

The dark hair/light eyes gets a tiny heart because Poppy's eyes are dark, and the other two tiny hearts are things she COULD BE interested in once introduced.

dirty bingo!

height comparison. / accepting.

"Isaac. I'm only going to say this once, but if someone ever bothers you, I want you to tell me so I can turn them into a bandaid. Not just any bandaid but the top one in the box, so their destiny will be to stick against something nasty until they're crumpled up and thrown away."

"  you  have  a  FUN  accent.  what's  that?  australian?  south  african? "