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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[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."