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Well it was clear he had upset her and it took everything in Will’s power not to laugh. The little fairy looked rather cute and appealing when she looked angry, but he decided it was in his best interest to not state the obvious. It seemed he had a knack for upsetting the supernatural, first that iron man and now some half fairy, half demon girl. His confusion broke and instead was replace with a warm, prince like smile as his gaze still resting upon her.
“No, forgive me little blue…” He began but was interrupted by the flash of light and instead a slightly more human sized girl stood before him. She was rather short – about Clara’s height if he recalled: and he did, quite easily.
“My name is Isiel, not blue woman.”
“Right! And a very lovely name, Isiel.” Will corrected himself and took it a step further. Bending at his knees, the Prince squatted down and cupped his chin with the palm of his hand. It was a lot easier than craning his neck down and a habit he had – it made it easier to talk to people at their eye level especially when it came to women. She looked bubbly to him, though he assumed that appearances could be deceiving – he figured there was no harm in entertaining the girl. Maybe she was some rich lord’s daughter? This castle was too large and unfamiliar for him to place just her first name.
“Ah earlier you said you were half demon? You don’t seem like a demon, at all to me.” He grasped his mouth and studied her small stature and found her to be cute. “Perhaps you’re a princess of this castle?” He grinned lightly, though discovered that flattery would not get him far. So instead he fell back on his basic teachings, formalities and held out his hand for hers – though he was uncertain if she would offer it. It was only to kiss the top of her hand and nothing more.
“My name is William; of course you seem to know that. I wonder what else you know about me…?” His eyebrow rose slightly but he disregarded it completely. “Well you can call me Will, if you prefer, Isiel.” He spoke her name twice, deliberate at that. He grinned into the palm of his hand and decided that fun was where it was at.
“What sort of fun would you like to have, Isiel?”
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Sometimes I slide away
Silently
I slowly lose myself
Over and over
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