I love my black-eyed asshole, who can choke you with shadows, and never learns stuff because in whole 500 years of life no one dared to say to him that randomly killing people is wrong.
 
“That’s not how you do that, Lor.”
 
No, no one said that to him. Because would join his list of randomly killed people. So he keeps on doing it his way.
 
I love him.
 
Besides, all fae suffer from Peter Pan syndrome. Never grow up, do what you want until the bell tolls and you end up with many body parts in your hands, not knowing where they came from. And you are not even drunk.

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