robinprankstergoodfellow:

iamthefirechild:

/That/’s a compliment. *nodnods back*

*grins* Of course it is. All the best people are odd. I’m odd, you’re odd, Charles Dickens was odd.

*wryly* I’ve read his writing, of course he was odd. *studies her hands* You’re not odd, you’re fey. It’s not the same.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

iamthefirechild:

I trust people I can read. I can’t read you. And I learned a long time ago not to trust people who start off by telling me how pretty I am. *blows out a sigh* No, look. You think I’m pretty, okay. Anything else?

I think you’re odd. *nods*

/That/’s a compliment. *nodnods back*

robinprankstergoodfellow:

iamthefirechild:

*closes her eyes and shakes her head again* I know who you are, okay? The number of years you’ve seen the sun doesn’t make a difference to your essential nature. Which is to play games. There are plenty of games to play that /don’t involve screwing with my emotions/!

*shakes head* You are very suspicious, and you don’t trust people easily, do you? I don’t always play games, and when I do, they’re not as cruel as you seem to think. I am Seelie, you know; not Unseelie. Light fey, here. *points at self* 

I trust people I can read. I can’t read you. And I learned a long time ago not to trust people who start off by telling me how pretty I am. *blows out a sigh* No, look. You think I’m pretty, okay. Anything else?

robinprankstergoodfellow:

iamthefirechild:

And you’re going to do what, with it? *leans forward a little* High. School. Games. Even if /you/ believe it, it doesn’t /mean/ anything.

I’m a little too old for High School games, I think. My age does reach four numbers. *looks somber*

*closes her eyes and shakes her head again* I know who you are, okay? The number of years you’ve seen the sun doesn’t make a difference to your essential nature. Which is to play games. There are plenty of games to play that /don’t involve screwing with my emotions/!

robinprankstergoodfellow:

iamthefirechild:

*scoffs* I know perfectly well how easy it is to speak nothing but truth and still conceal everything important. *folds her arms* Prove it. Prove you aren’t playing a trick.

I say it to you outright, Summer. You are beautiful, believe it or not. But it is true. *bows his head slightly* See?

And you’re going to do what, with it? *leans forward a little* High. School. Games. Even if /you/ believe it, it doesn’t /mean/ anything.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

iamthefirechild:

*buries her face in her hands* Is this a game to you? I hate these kind of high-school jokes.

*cocks head to the side* Relax, would you. I’m fey, I can’t lie. I’m not playing a trick on you. *furrows eyebrow and frowns*

*scoffs* I know perfectly well how easy it is to speak nothing but truth and still conceal everything important. *folds her arms* Prove it. Prove you aren’t playing a trick.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

iamthefirechild:

*opens mouth, closes it, opens it again* What? But you just — and I /know/ it’s not — /what/?

Didn’t you know? *grins* That’s quite a shame; missing out on beauty such as yours is heartbreaking.

Puck, that’s not funny! *snaps* I know you’re a mischief-maker, but don’t do that.