Wynn lowered herself to the phoenix's level as it looked around in confusion. It was too much of a "prey" animal. If it had been a house cat or dog or owl or raven, the Unseelie noble would have been more at ease. This was a creature of light and fire. Wynn was a creature of air and shadows. However, she did pick off what looked like bread from her plate and extended it to the bird.
"Hungry?" she asked, waving it in what she hoped was an enticing manner.
She eyed Karna, smiled, and said, "Now, I have never had such cuisine before. Care to tell me where to start?"
******
Forest watched as Dan wandered off to the living room. The gaunt potion master werewolf looked as if he was about to pass out any moment, and with his height sleeping on her admittedly lavish couch wasn't going to be overly comfortable. She looked at Wynn and Karna, made a few gestures, waved, and then left, buggering politeness as much as possible.
As soon as she was away from the Indian god and Faerie, some of the oppressive air lifted from her chest and shoulders. Sighing, she rubbed the back of her neck before she saw Hakuno standing there with . . .
Hello salty goodness . . .
The man with her was Asian, but big and ruggedly handsome with bronze skin, white hair, and eyes like steel. He was taller than Forest and towered over the young woman he was with. She found herself appreciating the line of his shoulders and frowned as she saw Hakuno and her friend, probably the missing Archer, interacting. They were playfully bantering, but underneath that she could sense the worry that they held for the other and some bond.
The two talked, and Forest felt like the worse sort of voyeur especially since jealousy was prickling along the edges of her mind as they talked about sharing a room, knowing Karna and then waiting for her to be a proper hostess. She figured that Dan should probably fall into a deeper sleep before she tried to move him to a room. Forcing a smile on her face, she stepped forward.
"So, you rang?" she said with a brightness she definitely didn't feel.
And all the good ones are either taken or gay, she thought with despair.
******
Lancer frowned at Rin's words and her reaction to Archer.
He said, "Not that cheating asshole bowman, but Shirou. You know, the boy I stabbed and he got better." He made a motion like he was stabbing with Gae Bolg, grinning all the while. "He told me to stay away from you, but its your business if you want to befriend someone or not."
Then the Celt laughed and said, "No Lass, I'm not a Servant anymore. I'm a real man once again, and it feels good to be in the flesh again, you know?" He laughed again, flashing his canines before rubbing the back of his neck and falling into step with Rin. She'd filled out some. Not overly much, but he had been captivated by her before. She reminded him of Scathach, especially those keen aquamarine eyes of hers, except less scary.
"You there, Handlebars! Ya' wanna make me use that shit on yo' head to make ya' suck mah dick or you helpin' this gimp out? C'mon, you lil' skank, a sistah needs some help over 'ere!"
At those words, Lancer felt a sudden flash of anger warm his blood.
Rin was his spoils, if she was willing. Having another man talk about her as if she was sort of plaything for his amusement made his hackles rise. Crimson eyes flashing, he called Gae Bolg to his hand, the cursed spear forming from red misama. He spun it before pointing it at Neo's throat.
"I'd suggest you pay the lass proper respect or I'll cheerfully cut out your disrespectful tongue and feed it to the crows," he said, his teeth bared in a savage grin, "Ye ken?"
(OCC: My love for old terminology and language is coming out here. "Ken", the way Lancer is using it, means "Know". And now you know, you ken?)
