Some things you would think were obvious, but still, they need to be said. It might seem like a good idea, dating a beautiful eternal being with a knack for music and magic, but historically, it never turns out well for the human.
First of all, you’re not really going to see eye to eye. Your faerie significant other will be at least several decades older than you, if not centuries, and they’re not going to be into the same things as you.
That means a ton of Mondays watching House all by yourself and you can forget about them getting your Red Hot Chili Peppers addiction.
Second of all, faeries tend to be pretty contemptuous of human emotions. The things they value tend to be abstract like valor, and truth, and industriousness. Sounds good in theory, right? But in practice, it means they aren’t going to like it when you loaf around in your pajama bottoms all day and they definitely won’t get it when you cry over not getting into the college of your dreams.
So you’re going to have to find another shoulder to cry on.
And third of all, they have a great sense of humor, but generally their brand runs towards the mischievous or malevolent variety. So while you two can laugh together over the physical comedy in The Three Stooges, it won’t be so funny when they try it out on you.
Humans are sort of more breakable than faeries.
And lastly, they have commitment problems. You can try your hardest to keep them, even going so far as to stealing their skin and hiding it in your attic, but eventually they will take off and leave you. Sometimes by your lonesome. Sometimes with a brood of half-faerie babies that, for all their magical bloodlines, still make a helluva lot of baby poo.
Anyway, so it’s with all these considerations in mind that I try to keep my relationships in my faerie books human on human rather than human on faerie. And if I do write a human-faerie relationship, you better believe I’m looking for ways to close that gap the best I can. In Ballad, when James steps over the line into dangerous faerie-lover territory, I did my best as a writer to help him out. I mean, you can’t give the boy everything. But you can at least give the object of his crush some semblance of a soul. The LEAST I can do. I mean, I did have the faeries split his head open in the last book. I’m feeling a little guilty.
But for the rest of you, steer clear of faerie lovers. I’m just telling you, it’s not a good idea.