Jul 23, 2008 06:58
I brushed a strand of his pale hair from his face. It hung in front of him like an overgrown silvery spider plant as he leaned over the lute.
Well, I guess 'lute' was the next best word for it, anyway. It was a delicate thing of gilt wood, and it looked like the progeny of a lute, a guitar, and maybe a samisen. I tucked the bit of down soft hair behind one pointed ear.
"You can't look at me, can you? You can't say it to my face," I spoke softly, and frowned. He was the most beautiful thing in the world, and of course he had to be so painfully shy I wanted to scream.
"Say what?" He looked up, pinning me to the spot with those mercury fey eyes. Damn him. He had more grace in a sneeze than I had in every bone in my body.
"It's because they don't like humans, isn't it? Here we are, at the edge of the damn world, and you have to bow to ancient prejudices? You worry what they'll think, if you bring me home?"
He wrinkled his brow. "Don't be silly," he said, blowing another bit of bangs away from his face, "None may touch us here, they least of all."
Then the damn elf, the damn freaking fey boy grinned at me.
He grinned.
The nerve....
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