#sabine (30 minutes ago): I'm gonna kidnap a human and be mean to them for my own amusement >:)

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for the three sentence prompt, could you do sabezra in a mythical creature au, whether it be the mer one or another variety if you want?

so i DID start writing some mer-fic but then I realized it actually worked a lot better as part of a current mer-WIP I have going, and I also had another idea and uhhh long story short this is kind of a continuation of this one!

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Ezra perched cozily in the window seat, carved into the soft golden-toned wood that made up the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room. Spiderweb-fine curtains (that may or may not have actually been made of spiderwebs, he wasn't sure about that) fluttered as a light breeze brushed through the window, bringing in the scents of flowers and the distant chatter of hundreds of voices.

In the middle of the room, the Seelie stood, watching him just as intently as he watched her.

"You know," she huffed, breaking his gaze and crossing her arms, "I was really expecting more of a reaction to all of this!"

Ezra tilted his head indifferently. "I mean, I've always wondered if you'd have wings or not, so that answers my question, I guess."

Her pink-violet wings, which looked like something between bumblebee and dragonfly, twitched at this. "These are a little creation of my own, actually," she said, a pretty smile pulling at the corner of her mouth as she shrugged one shoulder. "I liked how your modern, storybook fairies had wings, so I gave myself some. Started a fad, actually."

"Modern fairies?" Ezra repeated. "Fairies have had wings for a long time."

"Yes. Well. They didn't when I first visited your realm. But that was..." She paused to think. "About five hundred years ago, more or less."

"You're five hundred years old?!"

Her smile grew. "Time is flexible in the space between realms. If you counted the days I've been alive, they would add up to just under nineteen years. But... I have been visiting your realm since about 1361, so..."

"But---I thought you said five hundred years ago, you first came?"

She looked at him curiously. "Is it... not... 1855?"

"It's 2024!"

"...oh." She chuckled nervously, and if he wasn't mistaken, she might have even blushed at her mistake. "I---I lose track of time, sometimes."

"I'll say you do," someone snorted as a door that Ezra hadn't seen---it blended smoothly into the wall---was thrown open. A new Seelie sauntered in. "Because you missed dinner. Again."

She startled at the unexpected entrance, and glanced at Ezra for a split second. It was enough, apparently, because the new Seelie looked over his shoulder, right at Ezra.

He stared at Ezra.

Ezra stared at him.

"Hi...?" Ezra ventured.

The new Seelie looked over at the first one and stated, "I'm telling Mom you brought a human home."

"I'll kill you," she replied without missing a beat.

Ezra held in a laugh at that. "So, I assume this is your brother?"

The pretty Seelie gave him a look that was dripping with exasperation.

"Unfortunately, yes." She took a deep breath, then sighed. "Brother, I'd like to introduce you to... Jabba-the-Hutt-Lando-Calrissian-Brom-Titus-Dev-Morgan."

"The third," Ezra added, deadpan.

part one || part two || part three