Biiiiiiiiig Stretchies

Again Bramble elicited a low chuckle from the brute as she talked about her open schedule. He liked her. The woman's witty quips and her easy going demeanor was very refreshing. He didn't want to speak ill of Talyssa, but she had been a little stuffy. Bramble was quite the opposite. Though she wasn't as small and delicate as her sister, Bramble was still very feminine. Quill never thought he'd be attracted to a larger fae, but here he was. Here they were.

As his guide led him through the gardens, talking about this flower and that flower, Quill listened dutifully. One thing that he could say about the Carpathius women, they were very knowledgeable and they were proud of it. Quill wasn't terribly interested in plants, but he played the part, simply enjoying their time together.

When Bramble asked if he was enjoying his time there, the brute shot her a sidelong look. "I am," he admitted. It was one of the reasons that he'd had to break things off with Talyssa. She wanted to go and he wanted to stay. As the pair walked, Quill decided to give the teal marked fae a little glimpse of his past.

"I didn't have much of a home growing up. My father was the King of Fenmyre, but he fell ill, almost dying, and lost his kingdom." He hadn't been lying when he said he was a fallen prince. "I cut away from my family, wandering the world, and convinced myself that I didn't need them. I didn't need a home. Really though... it's all that I've ever wanted." It had taken him a while to realize that, but now that he had...

"I've asked your father if I could stay, so yes... I enjoy my time here. It will be nice to have a home. A place that I can return to and know that it will always be here." As if pushing away the gravity of his confession, Quill arched a marbled brow and questioned her back. "Do you enjoy The Hallows?"

"speech"