A Goodfellow Indeed.
Submitted by @coffee-and-cogs
Gone were the days when people stopped to feel the magic coursing through everything; the small tickle of something along your flesh that made you wonder with awe, the realization you weren’t exactly alone. You felt it more where Nature danced; wind through the trees, caressing the earth with the babbling water of a stream.
Of course, those days, a person had to be careful with whom they spoke. A Fae’s shenanigans are always for their own amusement - to see what ways Humans would get themselves in trouble.
So to meet one in the pulsing nightlife of your favourite Night Club was interesting. At first, you thought that he had taken ‘goth’ to the extreme, until you realized his pale skin wasn’t makeup. He was legitimately whiter than porcelain, with a gentle gray undertone where a human’s might be pink. Long, pitch black hair hang beautifully down along his shoulders and back, tucked behind his ears. Long, slender, pointed. His cheekbones were sharp and high, and his lips appeared to have decadence just waiting to be tasted. He was only 5'9", but his frame was lean and slender.
Mind you, his black leather pants didn’t leave much to the imagination, and his black dress-shirt was undone at the collar to allow a delicious glimpse of his collarbone.
But the thing that drew you the most?
His eyes… Full of mischief, dancing with lewd thoughts; his pupils were glowing white slits; practically reptilian or feline, against black. Whites and irises were not separated by a human’s white and colour.
A waitress brought over a drink, pulling your attention from him momentarily. It certainly looked fun; bright and colorful, promising a tangy bubbliness.
“Oh, I’m sorry– I didn’t order this..” you said, smiling apologetically to the waitress. But before she could answer, you heard another voice behind you; lilting in an Irish brogue.
“No, I did. For you, if it isn't too bold. Looked like y'could use something a bit different.“ Whirling your attention to your left, he nodded to the waitress, your new drink still in hand; signalling that everything was fine and well.
”…No.. I’m just..“
"Wary? Fair ‘nough. Here–" he took a sip of the drink, to show nothing had been done to it, handing it over to you after.
”…I take it you come here often?“ you ask, to which he quirks an eyebrow and smiles, amused.
"No, not often.. though I might consider changin’ my mind.” He catches you glancing around, his smile widening.
“Oh! Because of them.. and..me.” he realized with a laugh. “They don’t know. I’m just devilishly handsome to them. 'Tis an illusion."
”No.. well, aye; yes. But just my appearance. To everyone but you, they see an Irishman.“
"Oh…" You felt awfully foolish – was he having a laugh at your expense? You took a sip of the cocktail he purchased for you without thinking. Winking, he stepped closer.
"Thought you’d get enjoyment outta somethin’ different." he continued, voice dipping lower. Your gaze dropped to his lips momentarily, noticing that he licked them briefly. Swallowing, you returned your attention to his eyes and you realized he’d been watching you.
What a time to start blushing!!
It’s then you realized you felt a coolness emanating off of him, instead of a warmth more accustomed to humans.
"Was I right..?” he asked, and you find yourself nodding mutely. “Mmm..good. Why don’t we dance to get the blood pumpin’ and to get to know each other better?"
"You can call me…” he pauses, seemingly thinking. “..Santiago."
"But that’s not Irish…"
"No, it’s not. But it has flair. Either way, you’re in the presence of a Goodfellow, and a good fellow I will be."
You felt his finger suddenly hook into the beltloop of your jeans and he tugged you with him to the dancefloor.
Seemed like a boring night out was going to be fun after all…