“I meant that I ain’t exactly a social butterfly, y'know? But the people I have had the fortune of meeting, well, most’ve them have been the good sort.” He gave a loose shrug. “Of course, there’s some bad apples, too. But it’s like that anywhere you go.”
Her boldness was refreshing. It took an amount of honesty and self-awareness to say something like that, especially to someone you’d just met. “If I found you annoying, I wouldn’t have gotten in the car,” he said with a slight smile. “Just a little surprised you figured out that I’m a nymph so quickly. Not that I wouldn’t have told you if you’d asked, but it takes most people a couple guesses."
Across the fence, there’s sounds of rustling and wood creaking as Will pushed the loose board back into place. "Nah, just a loose board,” he called back, metal clinking as he dug through his toolbox to find the right sized nail. A few loud bangs was all it took to hammer the board securely back in place. Just to be sure, he took an extra second to encourage the nearby plant life to grow over the board, holding it into place. The dirt, too, fills back in from where Boss had dug it out.
With that done, he tiptoed to peek over the fence. “All done, if you wanna come check it out.”
Bella listened as things were moved and hammered, waiting for him to say that all was good before leaving Boss to come around and check his work. Her steps were slow, watching that Boss didn’t follow her out the gate, faster once she’d closed it.
“I’d love to hear who the bad apples have been,” she requested. If he’d been in town a while, maybe they weren’t around anymore, or worse had been part of some time period in the towns past when a bunch of bad harmful people had come in. She had even been one of the bad apples at a point, not because she wanted to hurt the town but because she’d been hurting.
At his confession he was surprised, she felt sort of proud. Still admiring his work she wa also admiring herself for stumping him. The ability itself was rather simple. “Nothing smells more delicious than a nymph. Even other fae don’t smell quite so delicious,” she explained, eyes lifting to him, golden and soft as they lingered for a moment, in silence, before returning to the fence. It looked almost as good as new. “I’m glad I’m not annoying you, I probably should have explained how I knew, but it’s weird to tell someone they smell like you literally want to eat them. It’s even harder to explain how you smell so good,” she continued, exhaling hard before inhaling deeply. Her existence was death and his own was a life energy, how could it not smell good?
Gentle leaning down she touches the fence to see how sturdy it is, once sure it didn’t just look good she stood. “Can I get you a drink or something for helping me?