[And isn't that just the way? His will looks like it might hold strong -- for the moment, anyway, for once in his life -- and so, life had to push a bit more. Without him lifting a finger, there's a piece of luscious lemon cake on his plate, and a sweet young lass offering it to him. He tries to remember what the rules are, for taking fae gifts. Will declining be considered rude? Will accepting it be as much a trap as eating it all on his own? Christ.
He smiles, thin lips pulling up, nothing joyous in his eyes, and shakes his head.]
Naw, love. No thank you. I'm -- well enough without.
ahaha, yay
He smiles, thin lips pulling up, nothing joyous in his eyes, and shakes his head.]
Naw, love. No thank you. I'm -- well enough without.