Compromising what- Will, I am.

[joie_devivre]

She'd won.

Of course she'd won, half of her wanted to say. The Shady half, the half that she'd cultivated in the human world and largely left when she'd come here. There weren't games of skill, money to win when she walked in the perfect sands of the beach

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[stoicsidekick]

Bush had had no intention of taking part in the ridiculous farce they called an auction, not even when his name had appeared on the list. But Archie had reasoned, and then cajoled, and then begged, and then flashed that damned smile of his, and Bush had been unable to say no. But now that the initial game had ended, it was time for the absurdity to begin.

The results might have been worse, he supposed. Shady was harmless - mostly - and he hardly minded the company of the fiery, attractive once-elf. Still, he was shaking his head bemusedly over the matter as he returned home later that day, half-dreading what mischief might be in store for him.

[joie_devivre]

Shady hadn't moved an inch yet- keep the advantage of him looking up at her for once.

"I technically get a day with you. I suppose that could consitute 24 hours, but I can't think of a single thing to do overnight." Her eyes twinkled, for all that he couldn't see him as she teased.

"How does the day find you?" Her braid-tip dangled down behind her, easily foot- maybe two, or more- below the branch.

[stoicsidekick]

Bush looked up. And up some more. He was forced to shade his eyes with the palm of his hand before he was able to discover from whence the voice came. "You can't?" he asked, all matter-of-factness. "And here I thought you were more resourceful than that."

He let the hand drop and shrugged. "Well enough. Are you coming down?"

[joie_devivre]

She paused for a moment, and scooted to shimmy down the tree in quick, graceful, thoughtless movements until she dropped the last six or so feet to the ground in front of him. "I am more resourceful - should have clarified, I meant something that you'd actually be willing to do." She raised a brow, her head tipped back to look up at him.

She'd gotten used to it, over the centuries. Looking up at humans who were older then ten, looking up at elves, at horses - at damn near everything.

"I don't suppose you'd have any ideas on what we could do at night, would you? Well, it doesn't have to be at night, except for the absolute most conventional."