“Quite the party.” Came the soft spoken man as he walked next to you, a glass of wine in his gloved hand while the other was behind his back. His yellow eyes shifted from the many nobles back to you as he gave you a smile. It was endearing, even with the bags underneath his eyes that made it look tired. “There’s more humans here than I thought there would be.”

You and Flins were fae, mythical creatures that were known for their twisted deals, mischief, and inability to lie. He was a Will-o’-the-Wisp, a faerie made of light in the form of a lantern, usually leading travelers to their doom or destination depending on their mood. You, on the other hand, were a Dullahan. A tall muscular creature, even stronger than the other fae. You had a natural affinity for weapons and brutality, along with the ability to be able to detach your head without dying— since your brain and your heart are quite close together.

The only downside was that, while Flins was allergic to silver, you were allergic to gold. Which also meant you could barely handle being in the room, since the humans who had invited you had a gold chandelier, gold utensils, gold plates, and everything else either on their persons or in the room itself.

Flins took one hard look at you, his hand moving to brush a knuckle against your cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.