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And so she had become the Forgotten Queen of the Trooping Fae. Her grandfather's passing had come at a price and now she was some sort of royalty she didn't quite understand and Fin had gone blind again. It was nearly too much to take but Pippa was carrying on. What else could she do? The facts were the facts and no amount of fuss would change it. And she'd tried. She had power coursing through her now, all the time she felt it, and she'd tried to restore Fin's sight. It didn't work. Of course not. Why would it?
And then the dumb twit had gone back to stay with his stupid boyfriend. Pippa was outraged about that and she'd told Fin so. And that didn't work, either. Of course not. And so on that front she bit her tongue. Fin knew how she felt. It had little to do with keeping him close and everything to do with keeping him out of the treacherous prince's arms.
Pippa sighed softly and looked at her mobile that had just chirped. He newest client wanting a progress report. She needed something more concrete and so she sat down at the cafe on one of the dwindling nice days of the London summer, and she texted her client back.
It was striking, just how much she looked like Fin. And, of course, she'd been all over the papers thanks to the paps hounding Fin about his drug use and his blindness. The gentleman at the next table actually had a copy of the daily rag and she smiled at the photo on the cover.
If only life could be as dramatic as the paper made it seem. If only being queen meant something...
And then the dumb twit had gone back to stay with his stupid boyfriend. Pippa was outraged about that and she'd told Fin so. And that didn't work, either. Of course not. And so on that front she bit her tongue. Fin knew how she felt. It had little to do with keeping him close and everything to do with keeping him out of the treacherous prince's arms.
Pippa sighed softly and looked at her mobile that had just chirped. He newest client wanting a progress report. She needed something more concrete and so she sat down at the cafe on one of the dwindling nice days of the London summer, and she texted her client back.
It was striking, just how much she looked like Fin. And, of course, she'd been all over the papers thanks to the paps hounding Fin about his drug use and his blindness. The gentleman at the next table actually had a copy of the daily rag and she smiled at the photo on the cover.
If only life could be as dramatic as the paper made it seem. If only being queen meant something...
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Date: 2016-09-11 12:41 am (UTC)"You have a lovely smile, Greg. You should do it more often," she said with warmth.
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Date: 2016-09-11 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-11 09:20 am (UTC)"I'm hardly flirting. I'm being kind. If I was going to flirt with you, daddy, I'm sure you'd be able to tell," she teased, still so terribly amused that her magic ran wild. Now everyone around them was a bit happier, laughing easier and touching one another affectionately. The waitress was even smiling and had a bounce to her step as she moved from table to table.
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Date: 2016-09-11 05:40 pm (UTC)He looked back at her, and wasn't smiling anymore. "What are you doing?"
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Date: 2016-09-11 09:31 pm (UTC)"I'm having a good time, Greg," she said, smiling at him as her eyes sparkled with cheer.
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Date: 2016-09-11 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-11 09:56 pm (UTC)"There's nothing wrong with a little joy," Pippa pointed out. "Don't be cynical, Greg."
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Date: 2016-09-11 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-11 10:41 pm (UTC)"Moods are contagious. Fear, anger, joy too. Crowds feed off energy. There's nothing wrong with sharing happiness," she said.