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I wrote a scene I like and it's 1am so posting it seems like a good idea.

I might post a few scenes from the book because they show things I have never properly shown in the comic, like how Tyrian has other friends for goodness sake.

This may not remain in the book so it is not confirmed canon, but it's a pretty standard picture of Tyrian's other interactions~

It's a first draft it probably contains dumb errors. Like I don't think 'analogy' is the word I want but it's 1am so I am not looking it up right now.

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Tyrian sat in the kitchens as the staff prepared dinner, his elbows on the table and his face in his hands.

“What did you do?” asked Barbara, stopping as she reached the table.

“Scarred my new fool for life, I think,” he replied. “I mean he took it rather well, but you should have seen him.”

“What did you do?” Barbara asked him again.

“I took him with me to see Harpy Queen Selena,” he said. “She was . . . aggressive. I told her off, and she attempted to reconcile with him, but I fear the damage is done. The phrase 'to devour with one's eyes' was never so apt.”

“Did he run screaming from the palace as soon as you got back?” Barbara asked.

“No. He's taking a nap in one of the guest rooms,” Tyrian replied. “And he's having dinner with me shortly.”

“He's probably okay then,” Barbara said. “If I'd left just because a few fairies tried to eat me I'd be long gone.”

“I did insinuate you were gonna eat him before he walked into the throne room and he still took the job,” Aurelia chipped in, as she walked down the stairs. “He's probably tougher than you think. He did make it here without magic. You just want him to be a frail, little, blonde cherry blossom.”

“I want to have not terrified him out of his wits on his second day,” Tyrian complained. “Anyway where did you get that idea?”

“I've read all your novels, by which I mean the ones you don't put in the library,” Aurelia replied, giving him a self satisfied smile. “Also I've known you since you were nine.”

“He does seem like your type,” Barbara admitted.

“Who's his type?” Louis joined them at the table, shoving his spear in a gap between the cupboards.

“Louis, I told you not to bring your spear down here on breaks,” Babs scolded him.

“You keep telling me and I keep doing it, so looks to me like neither of us is a good learner,” he replied. “Is lunch ready yet? And who's your type?”

“No-one's my type,” Tyrian complained.

“The new guy,” Aurelia said.

“Tch, I could have told you that,” Louis tutted, leaning his face on his hand. “You like little, blonde snowflakes don't you?”

“Cherry blossom, the analogy we're going with is cherry blossom,” Aurelia said.

“Snowflakes, cherry blossoms, neither of 'em lasts very long,” Louis observed.

“Yes, that is the problem,” Tyrian said.

“So you do like him then?” Aurelia grinned at him.

“You know, I could just order you all to shut up.” Tyrian sulked, crossing his arms and pouting.

“But then kitchen breaks would be really boring,” Louis pointed out, snickering. “And you wouldn't come down here if they were boring.” Tyrian sighed.

“True. You have got me there.”

“. . .So you gonna go after the new guy or what?” Louis asked.

“I'm not going to do anything!” Tyrian protested. “He only got here the day before yesterday! You're all acting like I've got some long unrequited love to sort out.”

“That's a long time in fairy love terms,” Barbara remarked, laughing. “I have to say, I'm glad what I told you about human relationships sunk in. I was worried.”

“Et tu, Babs?” he said, in mock hurt tones. “But seriously, I am done talking about this. If there's not a topic change in the next ten seconds I swear I'm firing the lot of you.”



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. . . he really was hearing hoof beats! He looked around to see where the noise was coming from. Over the rustling of the leaves, it was hard to tell. They seemed to be coming from everywhere. The light was fading fast; it was dusk, one of the times the Good Folk were said to pass through. The worries of this morning flooded back. Combined with the wind and the hoof beats he couldn't quite locate, the certainty formed itself into a knot in his stomach. He was going to have a run in with the fairies. A horse came galloping down the road, stopping and rearing up before him. He flung his arms over his head. The horse didn't strike him, but after the thud of it landing there was a click, and he removed an arm to see what it was. There was a gun pointed at his head.

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"“Whose his type?” Louis joined them at the table,"

Should be "Who's his type?" or "Who is his type?" depending on Louis' speech patterns.