Flint pursed his lips, his eyes more focused on his own hand than Kirby. He tapped his finger against the table rhythmically. “Did you know lies have a sound?” Flint mumbled. “Fae can hear it if they try hard enough or if you’re trained. My sister doesn’t think I’m overbearing. Mostly because I’m not. Zoela has as much freedom as my mother grants any of us even if I did wish she had stayed in our own kingdom.” Tap. Tap. Tap.
“You see she’s not fully grown and I think being around mortals with an altered age of maturity makes her think that she is. We’re considered fully grown at a century. It takes us longer to age it makes sense our minds wouldn’t be fully formed for a while.” His gaze moved to the window. “So you can see why she would do something as stupid as sneak around with a hybrid when our mother has shown a distaste for them.” Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Now I’m not judging anyone for fucking someone who’s a different species. I’m not one to care where people put their parts. What I’m here about is… you’ve been seen with my sister now. Whether you think it was completely a secret or not people will have seen you together. You’ve also not exactly been quiet about your dislike for royalty despite knowing nothing about Fae courts.” Tap. Tap.
The table shook just a little. A cup on a nearby table shook on it’s plate as a tremor built inside of the cafe. “If anything happens to my little sister, I will blame you.” By this point the others in the room were reacting to the tremor which was rattling through the room. “I will blame you and that means you will be the one I come looking for if she is hurt. I don’t care if your little fling is over or not. If the consequences of your inability to watch your tongue harm her in anyway, you’ll get a first hand experience of just how much pain I can cause a person who is a little harder to kill than most.”
Things were starting to fall off of shelves now but Flint hadn’t even reacted to the movement. His glamour did flicker for just a moment though. Long enough for Kirby to see the white eyes, black bat like wings, and inky black fingers. Flint moved his hand from the table and the tremor stopped. “I’m sure we have an understanding.”
Kirby didn’t care much about what the other was doing or saying, not until he got to the point where things started shaking more around them and others started to notice. “Dislike for royals? You really think I would’ve even gotten with your sister if i disliked any of you? Not to mention I wouldn’t continue to be around Dain if that was the case. My problem isn’t with royals, it’s with people like you.”
They got up from the table and stepped closer to Flint, not in a threatening way but more so to get their point across. “People who think they’re better than anyone else simply because of who they are as a person, it’s not liking you.”
When the tremor finally stopped they started heading towards the door but before walking out they turned to face Flint again, “If you have a problem with me then you deal with it with me. Others don’t deserve to be in the crossfire, I don’t care who you are, what your status is, how strong you are, if you hurt anyone else then I will hurt you.”
On that note they walked out the café and flipped him off in the process. At this point they didn’t really care what he had to say, weather they had an understanding or not. Kirby was pissed and wanted to leave the situation before things escalated more than the already had.
