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Summary: Apples can bring people together. This is a story of the lives of two who met over apples. Fem!Harry! Frost X Tyki Mikk Drabble

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"My cards," Tyki said as he walked up to me.

"Your what?" I look at him in confusion as settled my painting tools next to me.

"You took my cards," He said causing me to realize what he meant.

"Oh yeah I did, didn't I?" I with drew the pack of cards from my pocket after wiping off my hands and held them out to him.

He snatched them and scowled at me, "Why did you take them?"

"Easiest way to make sure we would be seeing each other again," I answered with a slight grin.

He looked at me in surprise, "You wanted to see me again?"

"You make things interesting for a short while," I said while picking my brush back up, "So of course I would take them,"

"How did you know they were important to me?" He asked while sitting down next to me and looking over the cards.

"They're well worn," I pointed out as I began to pain once more, "So I knew they were important to you,"

"How did you get them out of my pocket without me knowing?" I merely smirk.

"The same way I got those gems," He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "I stole them. I learned how to be a good thief when I was 6,"

"Why?" I hum softly.

"Because I needed to do something to survive," I looked up from my painting at the scenery that I was painting before returning to my work, "It's why I do what I do. I learned what I did to survive,"

"You've had a hard life," He commented causing me to sigh lightly.

"Hard, but at time amazing," I look over my nearly completed painting, "I've seen so much and done so much," I smiled slightly as I began to final touches, "I may not have a home to go back to, but traveling's fun,"

"Where are you from?" He asked causing me to sigh softly.

"I do not know," I saw him frown in the corner of my eye, "I've always been traveling. It's just how my life has been,"

"Don't you want to find a place to settle down like most girls?" He asked causing me to shrug.

"Sometimes, but then again I've yet to find anyone actually worth it," I smiled softly at my completed painting, "Done,"

He looked at the painting as I packed up my supplies and said, "This is really good. Where did you learn to do this?"

"From an old painter in the south of France, he was generous enough to pass on this gift to me before he died," I say before standing up, "It's just one of the many talents I have,"

He handed me my painting and I smiled at him, "It was nice seeing you again Tyki."

"It was nice seeing you as well," He replied while staying where he was.

I offered him a curious look before shrugging and walking off. It wasn't my business as to why he would stay there. We weren't friends after all.

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