Feather Fall

Timey-wimy-wibbly-wobbly

Sebastian was thoroughly drunk and feeling particularly envious. He could not believe that he spent time trying to reassure that bastard that his little life was going to be perfect. He wanted to crush the glass in his hand but refrained, because the punishment for breaking Merlin's barware was glitter.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, it was the picture Claude flaunted of Lucy and he licked his lips. Though he bet she would look much better in Raven feathers all over such wondrous curves. Sebastian flipped the picture over and saw something written.

"Michaelis,

For when the nights are lonely, know that mine are not.

Eternal Loathing, Claude"

He snorted and was ready to crumple the picture, but he couldn't do that to something so lovely, even if it was just a way for Claude to troll him. Sebastian put it back in his pocket, loathed to admit that tonight it would probably be useful.

A martini was passed to him and he looked up at Merlin, she sighed. "Now dun look so defeated, I'm sure out there is a love for you."

He sipped his drink, "I'm not as weak as Claude, I don't believe in love," he snapped, and Merlin arched a brow.

She took his hand and held it in hers before smiling at him, "ya full of shite and ya know it, Sebastian. Wanna wager?"

His eyes narrowed, everyone knew betting against Merlin was dangerous, but he was right in this. Sebastian had nothing to do about love and would never fall for such a thing. Sure, Claude had a beautiful woman to sake himself into, but beautiful women were everywhere.

Well, not really, most of the times their personalities were just atrocious. To find one that had the right mix of intelligence, cunning, wit, sexual prowess and beauty, he'd rather find one particular needle in a mountain of needles.

"Merlin, what about me says I'm stupid enough to wager with you?"

She laughed, a beautiful throaty laugh and he waited while taking another sip of his drink. He gave her credit the mage was one hell of a bartender. A high compliment from him.

"Right, but ya know how time works. It's not a line, one little change and it curves and spins, turning into a ball of timey-wimy-wibbly-wobbly."

He arched a brow, not quite understanding, "Wibbly wobbly, what does that have to do with me?"

She laughed, "easy, what if I told you there was a Lucy out there who did not summon Claude and right now, could probably use a naughty demon in her life."

"I don't want a cheap copy of what Claude has," he said.

"Timey-wimy-wibbly-wobbly, at each major decision or moment in her life, whatever she picks creates another time stream of her. Tis all the same Lucy, just some Lucys go left, some right and some just say fuck all and go straight."

Sebastian was now curious, he admitted he never studied time much. Usually demons could not control it, in fact many beings could not. He knew she had some magical sway with it, after all she was one of six people ever given clocks by Chronos himself.

"So, what you are saying is..."

Merlin took his drink and finished it, "aye, I got a Lucy fer ya. Wanna go?"

Sebastian thought about it for a moment, he wanted to know what made her so damn captivating. What was it about a mage that captured and soften the Spider? What was it about her that him staring at her picture and daydreaming?