londoncallingrpg | Gathering Post : 2/24

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Gathering Post : 2/24 - 3/2

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"And yet you seek to learn. A hunger for knowledge is an enviable trait," Yves smirked, his gaze just a touch too intense as he studied her for a moment, lessened only by the fact that he did, eventually, look away completely.

And all the same, Sunny found herself perhaps not entirely consciously taking a step away from him. But she went on softly, busying herself with looking at a display of ugly pixie figurines. "As children, Leopard People are taught that learning and gaining wisdom are the greatest ambitions in life. That goes over as well as most ideals, but it stuck for me."

"Fae aren't nearly so eager to learn. At least, not my kind," Yves admitted. "My desire for knowledge has always made me a bit of an outcast."

Though that wasn't the only reason his kind kept their distance.

"I suppose when you live so long, there's no point being in a hurry about it," Sunny mused, not really sure if that had anything to do with it, but it was a possibility.

That and it seemed less offensive than, 'Given how into rules fae are, trying to be revolutionary probably isn't appreciated.'

"It's more they have little interest in anything but what they know," Yves replied, nose wrinkling at the thought of his kin, and their tedious wars and rituals. "It's all so very black and white, repetitive and predictable."

"What's the point of that?" It seemed to her such a waste to have so much time and insist on not making the most of it. Then again, she was coming at it from a perspective of maybe having a century and some change, due to her magic.

"I honestly couldn't tell you. I've never thought the way they do. I'm one of the few of my kind who've chosen to leave that life behind," Yves shrugged.

"Are we really any better?" Sunny couldn't help but ask. "We don't last very long."

"At least some of you don't waste what time you have though. You learn, you want to explore and know things," Yves replied, speaking slowly, as though he was struggling with something. Though that struggle faded as he shook his head.

Sunny still frowned, turning her attention back to him more fully. "You okay?"

"Fine," Yves said quietly, unaware that one lock of his hair had returned to it's usual dark brown hue. "Off day, that's all. I was up late last night, working."

While she'd thought she'd seen something like this before, now she was certain of what she'd seen. His hair. She asked sotto voce, "... Does your hair usually do that when you're tired?"

Yves was silent for a beat, his expression hard to read as he forced his mind back through the conversation they'd been having, combing through the details. Though what he was searching for was something only he could know.

After a beat he smiled, then offered a small shrug. He seemed less looming now, nd no longer seemed to be attempting to enter her personal space, though his voice still returned to that low purr.

"My hair does as it pleases. It always has. As if it's off two minds. Something else my kin never liked. It's a sign of- Well, that's not important, it's all just superstition and whispers."

It was a mark Sunny didn't know the significance of, and of course she knew all about being stigmatized for marks she couldn't help but were laced with old superstition, so all she did was wrinkle her nose. "That sounds inconvenient."

"You've no idea," Yves replied, a faint hint of amusement in his voice.

Sunny held up a single blonde braid and then arched an eyebrow in an expression that--however playfully--asked if he'd like to revise that statement. "Don't I?"

Yves paused, then smirked. "Fair enough, perhaps you know exactly what it's like. ...More importantly, you know why their fears are nothing but proof of their ignorance."

"And how," was all Sunny grumbled this time as she let her hair go. She took another glance around the store, considering.

"Much as I want to go look at Tarot decks, I think I'll have to pass on doing that today. If I have to talk to the nice lady, I don't know how polite I'll be able to be."

"I have a few decks you could look at. I never use them- If one speaks to you, you could take it. They're only gathering dust right now," Yves offered. "We can talk magic and share a meal. I'll, I don't know, order a pizza? Students love pizza."

"Something about fae offering me things makes me nervous," Sunny admitted. Then she smiled to put away the potential gravity of that previous statement. "That and you say 'pizza' like it's a four-letter word."

"I'm not trying to cut a deal with you," Yves assured her, laughing softly. "I want nothing in return. Well, nothing but your company."

He paused a beat, then smiled faintly as he shrugged, unaware that another lock of hair had changed from white to dark brown. "As for pizza, I can enjoy the dish while not being fond of the word... Or the culture that's been oddly built around it."

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