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[pippa_flynn]

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...

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[pippa_flynn]

"You seem nice enough," she said warmly.

[whispersoflove]

"I am," Anael confirmed, because it was the truth. "I'm also not a very regular example of what my brethren are like. Be wary, if you meet another one of us."

[pippa_flynn]

"I think I'll take that to heart," she replied, feeling that she would do well to take what he said at face value.

[whispersoflove]

"Good," Anael stated with a soft smile. His gaze was drawn to a clock on the wall, and he frowned slightly. Time passed by so quickly, he found. "I'm sorry, but I ought to go." There was a flyer in his pocket, one Coby had left on his door, to let him know when his next concert was; in twenty minutes, on the other side of London. Anael had every intention of flying there.

[pippa_flynn]

"Of course. Of course. Don't let me keep you," she said with a warm smile. In all honesty he'd piqued her curiosity and she was keen on getting somewhere where she could research all about angels. She did love a good mystery and little gave her more pleasure than to digging into research.

[whispersoflove]

"Do you mind if I use the window?" Anael asked hopefully.

[pippa_flynn]

That made her arch a brow and give him a curious going over.

"O...kay?" she replied.

[whispersoflove]

"I'm going to be late if I don't fly there," Anael replied with a self-conscious smile, given the way she was looking at him. It had seemed like a perfectly natural question to ask.

[pippa_flynn]

"Oh. Well, then, by all means," she said, gesturing to the window. And trying, not very successfully, to not look as shocked as she felt.

[whispersoflove]

"Thank you," Anael told her, feeling bad that she was so clearly unsettled by the idea. He ought to have simply walked out the door and waited until he was in the street to take off. He walked over to the window and opened it, easily climbing up to crouch on the sill. "It's going to look like I've just disappeared," he warned her, his tone apologetic.

[pippa_flynn]

"Oh...alright," she said. And shocked as she was she was watching with rapt attention, taking in every move, every moment.

[whispersoflove]

"Thank you for talking to me, Pippa," Anael told her warmly. "I hope you have a good evening." And with that, he cloaked himself and pushed off, wings spreading in his back before he could fall very far.