The Queen's traitress

200 years before banishment.

A Bar in Eleyhull a long time ago.

I need to get laid. I look at the woman at the counter looking at me suggestively and I feel my feet dragging me to her.

"Hi.", I present myself trying to speak normally although the slurring in my voice is perceptible. 

She looks at me and take another sip of her drink.

"Care to give me your name?", I try in a seductive manner knowing damn well that this pick up line has been used way to much and there is no way in hell she'll be impressed by it.

My vision get a little blurry. The nectar surely. That's fine, that's what I need to for-

"Let me here A. There is no need for the two of us to dies here.", Cas says and I can see the tears in her eyes.

The odour of blood is filling my nostrils, I can't leave her here, they'll never let us get her corpse back. She'll just stay here. Alone.

"A!", I see her hand slowing falling from mine and her crying eyes before she disappear in the hole.

-get.

"Hello?", the woman look at me like I'm crazy but I don't know what to say.

She looks like her. A lovely round face, blue eyes that looks like you could drown in them. Stunning dark hair, no scars but she cannot be like the real one anyway. It's hard to find someone who's dead.

I feel the chair scratching and the woman leaving and I don't say anything. That's fine. I'll find someone with less standards. Anybody would work tonig-

"I think I might be in love with you.", I hear a silvery voice and I chuckle before turning around.

The man in front of me looks like he spends his day having to choose between two gold spoons for his dinner but denying that he is attractive would be lying. And I can't lie.

His hair looks perfectly neat and there is nothing that looks out of place except maybe his shirt that is without a doubt way too open to be of convenance in a castle. His green eyes match his hair, and the flowers that adorns its head seems to sprout in front of me. Damn he looks cute. Not what I'm looking for that's for sure but cute. 

"Sorry but I think you've got the wrong person pretty boy.", I answers and he pouts. 

Who the fuck pouts?

"What are you here for then?", he asks and I laugh.

What am I here for?

"Let me here A."

I close my eyes before answering.

"I'm here to forget."

"Then I'll forget with you. I like you and I will end with you tonight.", he says and I can't control my laughter.

"Even for a fae you're straightforward pretty boy."

"Finn."

"What?"

"That's the name I go by. Finn."

"Don't like pet names?", I ask, looking at him in the corner of my eyes.

"Not really no.", he answers while shrugging.

"That's all you had to say, Finn. I go by A-va.", I say and I turn face to him.

"Nice name.", he gets closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

By the weight of it, I know that I just have to say a word and he'll let me alone. But I'm intrigued. Scrap that. I think he's fucking hot and I will fuck him tonight. He just doesn't have to know it yet.

"Thanks. I chose it.", I say and I can see by his glare that he knows damn well that I changed my mind. 

I finish my drink in a last sip and I look at him.

"If you want to sleep with me Finn. You'll have to pay me another drink.", I warn and he smiles again, but this time it looks genuine.

In what did I just put myself?

-----

"So, you're telling me that you never tried to jump from the waterfall?", he asks bewildered and I look at him puzzled.

"I don't have a death wish.", I answer and he rolls his eyes and take my hand.

"Let's try!", he exclaims and he gets out of the bed like we are going on an adventure.

"What about you dress and you lend me some clothes and then, I'll consider jumping to my death with you?", I asks and he turns around, totally unashamed of his nudity.

"Why? Are you bothered by it?", he asks and he begins to walk towards me. 

I laugh and get up.

"Not at all, but I would appreciate doing something productive today. And you are not a productive thing."

He gasps comically before sighing and opening a door, his clothes appearing behind.

Who let this boy have so much clothes?

"My wings are not exactly the same shape as yours but I'm sure the magic will made them fit.", he says after contemplating multiple outfit.

He throws at me a beige blouse with flowers on the sleeves and a pair of pants.

This blouse is no what I'm used to with my soldier's salary and I let myself enjoy the comfort of an expensive material before putting it on.

He is taller than me but by tucking the shirt in the pants I should not be bothered by the length at all. I'll just have to roll the pants.

"And why don't you wear your own clothes again?", he asks me although he isn't looking at me and is still trying to find his outfit of the day.

"Because mines are ugly and you seems rich. So I figured I was going to use you before never seeing you again.", I answer and that makes him turn around.

I let my eyes wander off a little but a scoff makes me come back to his face.

"My eyes are up here Ava. "

"They sure are.", I answer before putting up the pants.

"We will see each other again.", he says and I can't stop a smile appearing on my face.

"Maybe we won't."

"We will. You have my blouse and I do not remember being in debt to you so we will need to see each other again.", he states but I can feel something in his voice that sounds horribly like a stay please.

And oh, can I relate with that lonely feeling. 

"Then I guess we will have to see if we survive the waterfall.", I say, a non-verbal agreement that I know he understands by his small relieved sigh.