“Let me see.” Flins pointed at your mouth, taking note of one of your hands sticking out from your lips. In any other situation, you would’ve hidden them, to either scare others or you just didn’t want the teeth in the way. But you were always more comfortable with the man, because he was something like you or his personality, you didn’t entirely know.

The thing was, while Flins was a fae, you were something akin to a vampire. Yes, you had the fangs, yes, you were strong and fast, yes, you drank blood; but not human blood. The sun didn’t hurt you either, it was just mildly uncomfortable. And you were tall, even towering over the Lightkeeper with your height and build. Flins was always curious about what you could do, and you didn’t have the heart to deny him.

You sat on a bench in the graveyard, the two of you having just gotten done hunting the wild hunt attacks. The faerie man stood in front of you, tilting his head like an adorable cat. He moved closer, one hand resting on your thigh as he climbed into your lap. Well, human customs certainly weren’t his forte, that was for sure.

His gloved hands brushed against the fang before having you open your mouth, letting him examine— or do whatever he was doing— the sight of your teeth. “Interesting.” Flins said, but you could see his yellow eyes lighting up in excitement.