Willy

[goodfellow]

A fairy was playing the guitar in front of the London Eye.

That was unusual enough to make Robin stop. He looked up at the fae (yes, up, up quite a bit actually), thinking he looked familiar. One of the princes, perhaps? He was pretty enough to be. Why did the fae all have to be so damned attractive? That must be why Robin's race was so frequently mistaken for them.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and stood there as some human passerby dropped coins and bills into the guitar case at the fae's feet.

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[willysilver]

Willy finished his song before and leveled his gaze on Rob and smirked.

"Hello, puck," he said, not entirely warmly. He was always wary of the pucks. Shady beasts, always thinking with their bellies and their cocks.

[goodfellow]

Robin hated being referred to like that. It pinged all the resentment his entire species felt at their lack of uniqueness.

"It's Robin," he said. "Actually. And I honestly can't remember if we've met. I suppose I could make a joke about how you all the look same to me but I realize I'm not one to talk."

[willysilver]

"Goodfellow?" Willy asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste. But he was nothing if not polite and he bowed his head (never taking his eyes off the creature).

"Willy Silver."

[goodfellow]

"Oh," said Robin dryly, "I see you've heard of me." He pulled out his wallet and casually tossed a hundred pound note into the guitar case.

[willysilver]

"We met. Years ago. Centuries," he said. "Normally I do not remember names...but you were decadent and reprehensible. I remember you."

[goodfellow]

Robin arched an eyebrow. "Reprehensible." At that, he bent down and retrieved the bill. "That's very strong. I didn't sleep with your spouse did I? I do that sometimes."

[willysilver]

"I am not married. It was your avarice that stands out. The money. With your kind it is always money, is it not. Money and sex."

[goodfellow]

"Would you like me to judge you by your entire race, little fae?" Robin asked. "I assure you that no one dislikes pucks more than other pucks."

[willysilver]

"Do you deny a love of money and sex? With that hundred pound note and those trousers cut like that? I think not."

He scoffed with a snort.

"Little fae. Please."

[goodfellow]

"I am very fond of both money and sex," Robin said. "But then, we should like what we're good at, shouldn't we?"

[willysilver]

That made Willy cock his head. Deals and music...if he was to accused of his base endeavours then, yes, that was what he did best.

"I imagine," he said, not warming in the least to the puck.

[goodfellow]

"And here we are five minutes into a conversation and you haven't offered me some kind of bargain," Robin said cheerfully. "And apparently you already know me so well, too. I'm disappointed."

[willysilver]

"I don't need to make a deal with you, puck. I have no interest in your kind being beholden to me," he replied. "You know I could give you your heart's desire...but what does a puck heart want that he doesn't pursue on his own?"

[goodfellow]

"What about a night with a fairy prince?" Robin suggested with a grin, mostly just to piss him off.

[willysilver]

"I believe all my brothers are otherwise occupied," Willy said flatly. He certainly wasn't going to sully himself with a creature like Rob. The thought made his gorge rise.

[goodfellow]

"Their loss," Robin said. "Oh, the things I could do to you. You, the figurative you, of course."

[willysilver]

Willy rolled his eyes.

"Don't make me banish you, you rude little thing," he said.

[goodfellow]

"Rude I may be, but we both know it is truth," Robin purred, ignoring the warning. "My apologies, your highness, it's simply been so long since I've had magnificent hate sex with one of your kind. But I'll be good."

[willysilver]

WIlly made a small sound of disgust. "You do not wish to be judged as all your kind is judged and yet from you it is all money and sex. Keep your money, abandon all hope of sex, hateful or otherwise. I would not make a deal with you if I came out on top tenfold."

[goodfellow]

To be honest, Robin was laying it on thick just to annoy the fae. But it was so terribly easy.

"Oh, fine," he sighed, a bit of flounce to it. "I'll leave you to your begging, then."

[willysilver]

"I'm hardly begging. I play for the joy of the mortals," Willy countered. "I do more for men than you do, I am certain."

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "Oh, I'm not," he said. "Do you really think a man is happier after a night with your guitar than a night in my bed?"

[willysilver]

"I'm sure after you they are sore and sated. But I can take them to other worlds. Realms unimaginable. And I can do that while I take them to bed if I choose. You are a pale comparison. How your lot get called fae escapes me," Willy said derisively.

[goodfellow]

Robin wrinkled his nose. "I don't know either, but I assure you we consider it quite the insult. And I am no pale comparison to anything. Realms unimaginable, please. You fae and your inflated self importance."

[willysilver]

Willy carefully laid his guitar aside and stepped up to the puck.

"Would you insult me so now with nothing between us to shield you?" asked, his eyes shining with murder.

[goodfellow]

Okay, so, to be fair, maybe it was not Robin's smartest moment to poke the powerful fae with a stick. He did have knives of both silver and iron hidden on him at all times, but he really didn't want to get into any kind of physical altercation, especially when magic tended to be faster.

So instead, he only smiled. "Don't take me so seriously."

[willysilver]

The fae prince scowled and narrowed his eyes.

"You were rude," he pressed.

[goodfellow]

"So were you," Robin pointed out calmly.

[willysilver]

"I am a prince," Willy said. "Know your place."

[goodfellow]

"You're not my prince," Robin pointed out. "I mean, no offense. You're not these people's prince either. But if it makes you feel better I find you more impressive than most fae I've met."

[willysilver]

Willy couldn't help it...even in the midst of conflict, on the very edge of a fight, he puffed up at the compliment.

"I am more impressive than any fae you've ever met," he smirked.

[goodfellow]

Any was probably pushing it, but Robin had the good sense not to argue.

"Well, you're very good with the guitar," he conceded.

[willysilver]

Another compliment and Willy smiled widely. Compliments were clearly the way to peace with him. He did so like being admired and appreciated.

"I am," he said. "I have had years to become very good."