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[puckishly]

A fairy meanders down into the bar, whistling a jaunty and surprisingly carrying tune.

He does not look like someone who has stolen kidnapped successfully negotiated for a baby.

Not even a little bit.

[Summary: Puck apologizes profusely to Ace for not granting her magical powers, but she still feels the need to spout Shakespeare at him. Then

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[ather_fledgling]

Hair tousled, the jeans he's wearing smudged here and there with dirt, and his shirt, a black long sleeved dress shirt, has rips in it. Not ones made by bare hands but by something very sharp. There's also blood under those rips, healing wounds that aren't healing as fast as they probably should.

This is what the vampire lounging comfortably on a couch looks like. And, despite his appearance, he looks very content with himself. Which is why upon seeing Puck, he grins.

[puckishly]

Puck arches an eyebrow.

And proceeds to meander on over.

"Someone's been having fun."

[ather_fledgling]

Aubrey's not taking up all of the couch, so he motions to the free part.

He gives a small stretch and, if Puck can smell blood on the air it's just gotten thicker with the coppery scent.

"Well, I'm sure that someone is very pleased with the fact that he's been having fun."

[puckishly]

Puck flops down with the sort of contained sprawl he could only have learned from Havelock Vetinari.

He also isn't half bad at smelling blood.

"Really? Well, it may just be that certain other parties would be rather interested as to the source of said gentleman's mood."

[ather_fledgling]

Well, neither mum nor pup know Havelock Vetinari, so both will take Puck's word for it.

He shifts a little to face Puck better. The black shirt is hiding the blood well, though Puck might be able to glimpse the blood through the tears in the fabric as Aubrey moves.

"Well, said gentleman's mood is from a rather bloody fight and then the delicious meal of one, now deceased, witch. Might the gentleman ask about the mood of the other party?"

[puckishly]

Puck laughs.

"The gentleman might."

He slumps back against the cushions, looking rather contented.

"This other party is in a peculiar place of peace with the universe. And the end of it."

[ather_fledgling]

Aubrey sinks into the couch comfortably, a grin playing on his features.

"And here I thought that being at peace with the universe was just a myth monks told of."

[puckishly]

The fairy brings a finger to his lips.

"They imagine they're the only ones who know."

[ather_fledgling]

"Ahhh well that would explain it. After all you'd think that the blood of someone at peace wouldn't taste so much of fear. And yet..."

He makes a small gesture with his hand, as if that will finish his sentence.

"So, other than being at peace, what have you been up to. That can't surely keep all your time."

[puckishly]

Puck shrugs philosophically.

"Oh, well. I may have accidentally broken a heart or two."

[ather_fledgling]

Aubrey gives a raised brow. His leg is stretched out, which may result in it being closer to Puck.

"Oh? And how did you end up doing that?"

[puckishly]

Puck shrugs elegantly, despite his relatively slackeresque "flopping" posture.

"I haven't the faintest idea. I've come to suspect that it is an innate talent."

[ather_fledgling]

Aubrey stretches a hand across the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing the tips of Puck's hair.

"Maybe you're just too pretty for your own good." His voice holds a tease to it.

[puckishly]

Puck tilts his head slightly, lashes fluttering.

"Do you think?"

[ather_fledgling]

Aubrey gives the time to study him. One of those lengths of time where you know that the person is fully assessing the question.

"Quite possibly the prettiest man here. And those that are ranked as the prettiest are always known for breaking hearts."

[puckishly]

Puck sighs dramatically.

"Ah, me. That ever I was born unto this fate."