The talk (No, not ‘that’ talk)
“For what it’s worth I like this one.”
“He has a name, it’s Dane.”
“Well, then I like Dane.”
Seri completely stopped and turned to face Sprite, a hand on her hip. “Oh yeah?” She looked back at Dane who was sitting comfortably in the living room. Watching whatever show was on. “Why?”
She heard Sprite mumble a string of words, but she couldn’t quite hear them over the television’s noise. She leaned closer. “What?”
“He listens,” Sprite looked up at her “when I talk about how the museums are wrong about certain parts of history or when I talk about our fights against deviants-“
“-you told him about deviants?! Sprite!-“
Shushing her rising voice, Sprite looked over at Dane who was looking their way. Probably because of all the commotion.
Sersi quickly regained her composure and raised the glass in her hand towards him. Signing that they were almost done making coffee. She sent a reassuring smile his way and it seemed to convince him enough to continue watching the show.
“It's not like he believes me. But he doesn’t wave me off you know? He..” Sprite trailed off finding a way to describe him.
“..listens. Yeah, I get it.” Sersi’s face soften, and she looked down at the coffee brew she was slowly stirring. “He’s a very nice person.”
Sprite took a good long look at her sister. And something clicked. “Oh my- you really are in love aren’t you?? I thought you were joking?!”
Sersi's face had a soft crimson flush to confirm it. Her sister was truly in love with this human. He was certainly nicer than many of the other humans Sprite had encountered over the centuries. The way he humors Sprite by listening to some of her unbelievable-by-human-standards stories already put him on her good side.
But it wasn’t enough to convince her he was worthy juuust yet.
She walked over to Dane and sat down beside him, leaving Sersi by the kitchen aisle. He was caught off guard, but he quickly made room and made sure he wasn't crowding her – more points from her – despite the fact that she was the one who had invaded his space.
Sprite could feel someone glaring at the back of her head. The feeling intensified when she looked Dane straight in the eyes and asked,
“So Dane, what are your intentions with my sister?”
A beat of silence.
“I’m sorry, your what?!”