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“Did you just flirt with me?”

“I’m not sure, I think I might be delirious.”

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“Do you want me to tell you what you’re going to do next, or should I let you believe you’re unpredictable?”

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“I’m not leaving.”

“I don’t need—”

“I know.”

“I hate this.”

“I know.”

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“Would you like to duel now, or later?”

“Neither. You’re not worth a scar.”

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Guys. Guys.

Fae are just autistic.

Think about it:

Only taking the literal meaning of words, having a special interest in mushrooms, experiencing sensory issues with iron, "Do not look them in the eye" is literally a safety rule (boy, I wish).

They also live by complex, unspoken rules of social etiquette that no outsider can figure out but are absolutely vital to them? Like "Never say thank you." "Don't eat their food." "Don't step inside the circle." Of course they become nasty if you break it, have you ever seen an autistic person who had their routine broken??

They also have problems with (or refuse to engage in) deception or sarcasm. Fae don't lie but they will twist your words exactly as you said them.

And my favourite one: Fae dancing in circles at midnight with hypnotizing repetitive motions. Sounds like stimming much?

They're just out there in the forest, info-dumping about mushrooms, refusing eye contact, following incomprehensible social logic that is actually very clear and rule-bound, and spiraling into rage because you stepped in the circle without asking.

Let fae be autistic.

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“Do you ever do anything halfway?”

“I was halfway to pissing myself. Does that count?”

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“You came.”

“I’m curious. And arrogant. You appealed to both.”

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“Don’t do that. Don’t say things like that in the daylight when I can’t lie to myself about them.”

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I finished it yesterday at night and I had to physically strangle myself with a pillow to not wake up my roommate with my hideous laughter.

The adventures of Charls The Veretian Cloth Merchant

Ha. Hahahhahahahahahahahh

Hahhahahahhaahahhahaha

I want to know what damen-sorry Lamen is thinking here. Or Laurent. I think Laurent has the same reaction as me which is that this is fucking hilarious

I think charls faints after this

General thoughts: this one is so silly. It’s a nice break from the depression fuel that is the main trilogy. I love charls.

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"Yes, apparently I have fucked my enemy, cosnpired against my future interests, and colluded in my own murder. I can't wait to see what feats I will perform next"

Laurent of Vere is such a Bad Bitch.

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“Was that a compliment?”

“Maybe.”

“Try again. This time with sincerity and maybe a little groveling.”

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“No frills.”

“They’re cuffs, my lord.”

“They’re a threat to my masculinity.”

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Damen has a war to plan, but first he needs to giggle and kick his feet while he writes "D+L" inside of a heart in his diary.

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I have just finished the Captive Prince trilogy, and then all the short stories.

I am in love. It is simply the best book series I've ever read, and I keep wanting more.

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“You seem to think I avoid people. I assure you, I avoid idiots. The overlap is merely unfortunate.”

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“You bled all over everything. Very rude.”

“Sorry to inconvenience.”

“You should be.”