Trudging along with his hands buried deep in his pockets and as much of his face wrapped up in a scarf as he could get. He didn't normally come this way, but he didn't have work until the afternoon and he'd heard some mutterings that morning of a new crank shop. Crank shops themselves weren't unusual. They weren't anything to get excited about, either, but this time... this crank shop was apparently run by a girl with glittery wings.
They might have been fake, but the closer he got to the address of the place, the more Nino felt. It felt like a weak extension of home. She might have wings, but she was not a full fay and she felt young. She probably hadn't seen the beauty of Tír na nÓg or walked the fairy paths. Nino wondered if she knew Gaelic.
He didn't need to look around him as he neared the shop. The girl was enough to guide him, so Nino simply followed her. He found himself in front of a small shop with mostly-dark windows - probably to lend the place atmosphere.
Anne could feel something familiar tingling at the back of her awareness, but she didn't pay it much mind. There were plenty of magical beings in the area that her senses had picked up on more than once. It was probably simply another witch or warlock coming to inspect her wares.
She turned though with a bright smile when the bells tinkled over the door as it opened. Her smile nearly faltered though as she realized it wasn't simply a witch or warlock. It was another fay - a full one, at that. She smiled wider and tilted her head in greeting. "Welcome! How can I help you? Anything in particular you're looking for?"
She tried her hardest to avoid the lilt of accent in her voice, but it stayed despite her best intentions.
Oh, yes, those were wings. And they were very, very pink and very, very glittery. They almost looked unreal. It made sense why people thought this was another crank shop. Nino looked very briefly around the shop but there was nothing here that interested him. He was here because he'd been curious about the owner.
And this girl, with her Irish lilt, was that owner. Nino shook his head.
"I don't need anything," he said. "I came because I heard you had wings. I was curious."
Anne regarded him with a tilt of her head and a smile. Her wings, hm? That seemed to be a fairly common reason she'd heard today, though not yet from someone who had a pair of his own.
"Is that so? What about yours?" They were obviously hidden, not given free regin from his clothing the same way Anne's were. She hated to cover them up, it always felt odd and unnatural.
He stuck his tongue right back at her. Then he flushed and nodded, grinning almost sheepishly.
"Yeah, actually. He is." He looked away and cleared his throat slightly. His voice softened. He swung his feet, letting his heels thunk lightly against the counter. "He's more than that, actually. We're... we bonded. He's my soul."
Nino looked over at Anne from the corner of his eye. He grinned at her apparent excitement and ducked his head, hoping he wasn't flushing too brightly. He nodded his agreement.
It really didn't matter if Nino was glowing, because Anne was enough for them both. Her wings fluttered happily and she nodded. "Please do. I'll make you both dinner then! Perhaps a roast and yorkshire pudding! I can't wait to meet him."
Pushing away from the counter, Anne went to her stores and pulled out one of her best charms for a happy love and pressed it into his palm. "Here, think of it as a belated bonding gift."
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They might have been fake, but the closer he got to the address of the place, the more Nino felt. It felt like a weak extension of home. She might have wings, but she was not a full fay and she felt young. She probably hadn't seen the beauty of Tír na nÓg or walked the fairy paths. Nino wondered if she knew Gaelic.
He didn't need to look around him as he neared the shop. The girl was enough to guide him, so Nino simply followed her. He found himself in front of a small shop with mostly-dark windows - probably to lend the place atmosphere.
Nino took a breath and walked in.
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She turned though with a bright smile when the bells tinkled over the door as it opened. Her smile nearly faltered though as she realized it wasn't simply a witch or warlock. It was another fay - a full one, at that. She smiled wider and tilted her head in greeting. "Welcome! How can I help you? Anything in particular you're looking for?"
She tried her hardest to avoid the lilt of accent in her voice, but it stayed despite her best intentions.
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And this girl, with her Irish lilt, was that owner. Nino shook his head.
"I don't need anything," he said. "I came because I heard you had wings. I was curious."
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"Is that so? What about yours?" They were obviously hidden, not given free regin from his clothing the same way Anne's were. She hated to cover them up, it always felt odd and unnatural.
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"Yeah, actually. He is." He looked away and cleared his throat slightly. His voice softened. He swung his feet, letting his heels thunk lightly against the counter. "He's more than that, actually. We're... we bonded. He's my soul."
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"REALLY?! Okay," she said excitedly, "now I really need to meet him. My brother's soul."
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"I'll ask him to come," he said.
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Pushing away from the counter, Anne went to her stores and pulled out one of her best charms for a happy love and pressed it into his palm. "Here, think of it as a belated bonding gift."
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