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[ Hm!

Hm, Viri doesn't like that! Not that imprisonment is something taboo to Fae. Usually just when it's happening to them. But their imprisonment always comes with terms and conditions. Sure, it may be trickery but they can't exactly force someone into it, nor lie, so the idea does actually rankle him.

Kept in solitude!

His future husband!!

The gall!

He sips his wine a little angrily, scowling at nothing, before letting his features smooth back out and back to Seamus. Smiles and nods. ]

I can readily give that. Patience and the long game is a Faeries specialty.

[ He takes another drink of his wine, a larger one. Hm! He is feeling! A little dizzy! How fascinating! Can he note handle human wine? That seems almost insulting! ]

Let me think... ah. I did mention earlier that one of my stipulations would be for you to care for yourself. But if you find you cannot, then please let me care for you.

[Oh? Did hearing about his upbringing upset him? That's very interesting. Perhaps he will tell him more of that some other time. He sips his wine, but keeps a close eye on how it might be affecting him.]

Are we exchanging wedding vows now? The contract is not yet written and won't be before we've gotten both of our courts on board, you know.

[Hmhm, but that's kind of cute. That he seems concerned.]

In return, allow me to be the one with the frightening expression, when the courts are misbehaving, hm?

Oh, darling, it's reassurance that my husband won't simply flop over one day on me! However am I to rule properly worrying and fretting over my husband every day?

[ He pouts, sad eying again, before shaking his head. He finishes his glass - it's really not so bad at all! - and sets the glass aside. Then leans forward, elbow on the table, chin in his hands. The eyes he gives Seamus are soft and ... a little gooey.

It seems human wine affects fae fast. ]

Oh? Can you give a frightening expression? You are terribly adorable. I fear it will be like a snapdragon baring it's teeth.

Hm! How, indeed! I suppose I'll have to prove to you how resilient I am!

[No, that is the opposite of what he wants.]

[Oh, but he is close now, and Maverick pauses, eyes widening a little. He opens his mouth- and then abruptly scowls something fierce, leaning away.]

[But of course, he does level him with some kind of gaze. The kind Viri would have seen from his Seers, as he was amidst his campaign to regain the throne. Ruthless and methodical, with no yield. The expression of a man soaked in blood.]

I have found that I can put quite the fear in those challenging me, at least in this realm.

Oh!

[ The sudden reappearance of the man from the visions, the Beast of Blood and Carnage that set his very Courts quaking in fear, for a moment sobers the Faerie King up. He sits himself back, eyes wide, as if he to ask what he has done to deserve such a look.

Then he smiles, pleased, and clasps his hands together in a clap. ]

Oh! Bravo! A masterpiece of a look, my darling! Yes! You shall make even my courts cower!

[ .... His adorable little human has transformed into something fierce, and Viri finds he likes it. The steel in his eyes, the hard set of his mouth. It makes the scar seem starker. Dramatic.

Barely controlled violence. A sword in it's sheathe, but poised. It makes his heart flutter again and his head feel dizzier.

He giggles. ]

Oh, please stop looking at me such, I fear you will make my braids unravel!

[When it gets the desired response, Seamus drops it, an amused smile forming on his face in its stead. Looks like even the Fae can't match the intensity he often operates on to get things done. This is good news.]

[He'll keep that in his back pocket for later.]

Oh, and whatever would we do if that happened?

[Is that a flirt? Maybe. Maybe!! He's coming around to this marriage proposal just a tiny bit.]

Do we have anything else to discuss before I begin drawing up the proper contract?

[ Oho! First dear and now actual flirts? Is his darling rising to the challenge? He flutters his wings in delight, his eyes lighting up. ]

Why, I would insist you ravel them back up for me. And it would take quite some time~

[ He giggles a little and thinks, humming and nodding. ]

Only that we respect one another. I do not doubt we will come to disagreements, some little and some large. And as time goes on, there may be things we had wished we had added to the contract. If things come to it, allow us to discuss and possibly amend the contract if both sides agree?

[Oh, this Fae does seem to wear his heart on his sleeve. How dangerous.]

Hm, perhaps another time, then. I suppose if this all falls into place properly there will be plenty of time to ravel your braids back up.

[Yeah, okay, he's flirting. What has gotten into him? This faerie dust, surely. He clears his throat and sets his quill down. Of course that condition strikes him as down right matrimonial rather than this being such a political marriage.]

[He hums, agreeing.]

Very well. If there comes something that needs to be added, then if its agreed upon by both of us, it may be amended into the contract. I believe that is fair.

[ His laugh is surprised and full of glee that his darling is finding his footing with him. Yes! Yes he knew he picked right! His wings flutter and he actually begins to glow again with joy.

Oh! How he wishes he could turn this man into a Fae, so that he may remain with him! Adorable and lovely and dear! They could turn the human realm into fae as well! Peace forever! ]

Then we are in agreeance!

[ Which is good because, frankly, the wine has made his head wobbly and he isn't thinking that well. Which is dangerous for him. ]

Come, let us draft a contract appropriately!

[ He searches around without even asking until he finds another paper and another ink pen, looking at it in delight as he dips it into the ink repeatedly. ]

[Oh? he liked that? Maverick would be the last to claim he is some kind of savant but he's glad his potential husband-to-be is at least delighted by his attempts. This is such uncertain waters for him. Books did not prepare him for this kind of thing, as it turns out.]

[Ah, but to that, he reaches over and gently stills his hand. Hm, he could let him remain intoxicated and possibly bend him to a few more demands, he could probably do a lot to a Fae in this state but-]

When the run rises, we shall reconvene. We have our courts to speak to before the final paperwork is drafted. Let us approach it with clear minds.

[Because he thinks, maybe. his own little boost is beginning to wear off. There's a heaviness in him that's getting worse.]

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