Thank you ko-fi anon! I really really enjoyed this 20 sentence piece, and I really want to do more of him! (that’s not a plug for more money – I might just continue this one on my own at some point!).
Anyway, meet my new fae boy, and an adorkable minotaur girl too, and have a sfw ‘meeting at a wedding’ short. I really hope you like it! (I stuck in a ‘read more’ just to save thumbs on scrolling – it’s all sfw, I promise).
As far as you were concerned, the ‘singles table’ at a wedding was one of the
cruelest things anyone could ever subject a wedding guest to, and being seated
there required the deepest of revenges upon the happy couple. Unfortunately one
half of said happy couple was your oldest friend, and you really weren’t that
vindictive, even though you were sat next to some vile individual, and it was
immediately obvious as to why there was no one special in their life.
As they began their dance, some soft, emotional twinkly music
beginning, you downed the last of your drink and ground your jaw, trying to
force yourself to enjoy the moment – it was their wedding day for heaven’s
sake.
At least the minotaur on your other side was a good laugh, especially
when the little garland of flowers around her horns dropped off into her veggie
meal, and you and she exchanged a quick look before she burst out laughing and
proceeded to munch her way though her new daisy chain garnish as well. It was
as you were giggling with her, a stupidly broad grin on your face, that you
looked up and saw a figure watching you from the edge of the dance floor.
He was tall, slim, and elegant, with his long red hair tied simply
back off his stunning face into a plain ponytail that spilled down his back
like a river of fire. He wore a perfectly-tailored, ice-blue, silk jacket,
embroidered with ivory flowers, which fell to his narrow hips, and contrasted
strongly with his fiery red hair. His
eyes were a vibrant green, and he was staring at you as though he couldn’t believe you really existed,
which, quite frankly, made you squirm and look behind you to check for that
vastly more attractive person who would undoubtedly be the object of his
interest: no one stood there.
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