feymordred:
“Well hello, little pretty.” The sound of a familiar voice didn’t get him out of his spot, but he did deign to turn his head and smile at her. He’d thought about the clever humany-human he’d met in a parking lot more than once since their conversation, and it was unusual for people to stick with him. That they were running into each other a second time unprompted struck him as even more unusual, even for a relatively small town. Morgana liked to say that things happened the way they were meant to. From a long enough perspective, he could usually see her point, even if he didn’t want to admit it to her. There were patterns, nudges, forces at work too obscure for even him to understand, but they were undeniably there.
“As it turns out, making other people grumpy puts me in a very good mood.” His smile turned sly and mischievous. Warning people away from the creek was, frankly, rude to water fae that just needed to eat, but Mordred never claimed to be polite. He wasn’t even particularly well-meaning. He just didn’t want to listen to screams of the dying and meat being shredded while he was trying to relax. Like most things he did, there was an angle in it for him.
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She should have been more surprised to see him than she was. Settling down against the trunk of the tree, she tipped her head to study him, a smile of her own crossing her face as she did. She’d spent enough time traveling and bouncing around cities to know how rare it was to just cross paths with someone more than once. Even in a place as relatively small as the town of Fableton was, she rarely ran into people repeatedly. “Ah, so you’re the reason for the grumpy kelpie,” she teased, a soft bubble of laughter escaping her as she shook her head lightly at him. “You’re missing part of your wardrobe. Leaving the leaves with their trees today?” Her eyes danced with mischief as she recalled their original meeting.
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