This is the problem with Arctype Muses.
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bloodsong1They do not leave you alooooooonnnneee.
"I wish the Elvinking will escort me to my senior prom," Sarah declared on her seventeenth birthday. Aurora burst out laughing. Patrick grinned. His Nibs looked nonplussed.
"What is this...prom?" He asked suspiciously. Sarah grinned.
"It is a dance, the most important dance of high school. It is our last chance to show off and enjoy ourselves before finals, college placement tests and graduation."
"You are asking ME to escort YOU to a dance surrounded by infantile cretins? Stupid boys who lust after you and vicious girls who mock you? You actually want me, the Elvinking, to stand beside you at such a farce?" His Nibs shot to his feet and pointed at her. "Why in all the worlds would YOU want to go?"
"Practice for Court functions," Sarah said calmly. His Nibs lowered his hand, his outraged expression turning thoughtful. It was a full twenty seconds before the sneer came back.
"I suppose you'll want me to play the besotted youth?"
"Are you besotted with me?" Sarah asked, trying for casual and not quite making it. The sneer grew.
"Who would be besotted with a blood-bound changeling?" Patrick cleared his throat. Sarah shrugged.
"Will you grant the wish?"
"Not until I hear the rest of it. You are a most difficult child."
"The only condition is no magic. Not even if I dance with someone else or you feel slighted." His Nibs frowned and crossed his arms.
"I will defend my honor, Sarah."
"The infantile cretins are no threat to your honor. Use your mighty glaring powers, they will cower eventually."
"What about your honor?"
"I will rescue myself if need be."
"I wonder," His Nibs mused, tapping his chin. Sarah sat back and crossed her legs.
"Very well. I will escort you to this dance. It will be a valuable learning experience." He poofed away. Sarah looked at her parents and pumped her fist.
"You, my darling daughter, have balls of titanium," Patrick said, shaking his head. Aurora was leaning against him, gasping and clutching her sides. Even His Nibs' insults hadn't stopped her mirth.
"Oh, the look on his face!" She choked out. Sarah grinned.
"Of course, you know what this means."
"You get the most fabulous dress we can find."
A Fey Royal and a magic-pumped changeling at the senior prom. Oh yes. This will be EPIC.
"I wish the Elvinking will escort me to my senior prom," Sarah declared on her seventeenth birthday. Aurora burst out laughing. Patrick grinned. His Nibs looked nonplussed.
"What is this...prom?" He asked suspiciously. Sarah grinned.
"It is a dance, the most important dance of high school. It is our last chance to show off and enjoy ourselves before finals, college placement tests and graduation."
"You are asking ME to escort YOU to a dance surrounded by infantile cretins? Stupid boys who lust after you and vicious girls who mock you? You actually want me, the Elvinking, to stand beside you at such a farce?" His Nibs shot to his feet and pointed at her. "Why in all the worlds would YOU want to go?"
"Practice for Court functions," Sarah said calmly. His Nibs lowered his hand, his outraged expression turning thoughtful. It was a full twenty seconds before the sneer came back.
"I suppose you'll want me to play the besotted youth?"
"Are you besotted with me?" Sarah asked, trying for casual and not quite making it. The sneer grew.
"Who would be besotted with a blood-bound changeling?" Patrick cleared his throat. Sarah shrugged.
"Will you grant the wish?"
"Not until I hear the rest of it. You are a most difficult child."
"The only condition is no magic. Not even if I dance with someone else or you feel slighted." His Nibs frowned and crossed his arms.
"I will defend my honor, Sarah."
"The infantile cretins are no threat to your honor. Use your mighty glaring powers, they will cower eventually."
"What about your honor?"
"I will rescue myself if need be."
"I wonder," His Nibs mused, tapping his chin. Sarah sat back and crossed her legs.
"Very well. I will escort you to this dance. It will be a valuable learning experience." He poofed away. Sarah looked at her parents and pumped her fist.
"You, my darling daughter, have balls of titanium," Patrick said, shaking his head. Aurora was leaning against him, gasping and clutching her sides. Even His Nibs' insults hadn't stopped her mirth.
"Oh, the look on his face!" She choked out. Sarah grinned.
"Of course, you know what this means."
"You get the most fabulous dress we can find."
A Fey Royal and a magic-pumped changeling at the senior prom. Oh yes. This will be EPIC.
