Zephyros, Bren and Morpheus sat outside, talking about war and numbers and weapons, and Vivi had pulled me into the tent she shared with Morpheus, alongside Nyx shortly after the conversation had taken such a turn. Vivi found the grim expression on my face hilarious and kept laughing at my discomfort while Nyx kept biting on her lower lip and stealing glances at Bren from the open flap of the tent. "You should go talk to him." I said, picking at my long white nails and flicking away invisible dirt from it. I had evened out the fine nails before leaving but they were growing uneven again, making my fine slender fingers seem a little unkempt. "I don't know what to say." She admitted with a defeated sigh and ran fingers through her brown hair. "You could start with apologizing." I offered and her lips formed a frown. "And what makes you think I'm at fault here?" Vivi folded her hands behind her head and relaxed as she watched the two of us.
We left the warded grounds at dawn. On the way, Morph explained the hierarchical levels at Elysium and I tried to commit everything I could to memory. It wasn't exactly difficult, the levels I mean, but trying to keep all the important names in my head was the start of a headache. Morph felt it would be useful if I learnt more about them before I actually met them, so it would be easier to interact with the people and I couldn't help but listen. He was trying to help me. Nyx and Bren had made up, well, not to be haughty but I think she might've taken my advice because they were back to being all smoochy mushy lovey dovey and I was beginning to regret the fact that I'd intervened. We rode and only stopped for bathroom breaks(which was mostly me and hell if did not I feel embarrassed every time). After a whole day of riding, I felt extremely sore and exhausted but we didn't stop for camp. At the end of the second day on the way, I lost balance and fell off my hors
Dameon She knew I was here, even if I cloaked my presence. She didn't find me though. She found him going up the stairs with that pretty creature and it was written all over her face, what she thought they had gone up there for. If she had her Fae hearing, she would know she was going up there to set a cot in the room. I can smell what they are. It's driving me insane. I would kill him... but in his eyes, I see a beast lurking within, waiting to be unleashed. He is not a regular Fae. He is something more. He and the rest of them she now sees as family. Each one of them, their auras look very different from the rest of their kind. He's come back. I need not look to know he's by the stairs, watching her like I am. Only the weak wouldn't be able to sense that much amount of energy around them. Fools such as the ones in the tavern. His glowing eyes are looking around the unimpressive inn, for me, but he can't see me. There is laughter and I look to where
I watched the scene unfold through Zephyros's eyes. I eyed the man who looked very much like my father and the woman who stood beside him warily. I smelled the blood of the villagers on them and there was murder in their eyes as they took my mother in and me. I almost laughed. Did they really think they could harm our people and leave this place alive? Such display of foolishness. I looked to my mother who regarded them with calculating turquoise depths that I knew were older than the grains of sand on the earth. Her eyes narrowed to the young male and the blood on his ivory jacket and back to his mother. I frowned when she made no move to rip their hearts out for what they had done. "Bloody wench!" The man spat at my mother. A growl escaped my throat as the beast in me rattled. No one insulted my mother, much less a puny creature like this one. I began to step forward but my mother slanted her eyes at me in a way I had seen her look many a times. "What are you doing?" I growled
I clutched his jacket hard and placed my head on his chest as i felt the familiar dizziness. I closed my eyes tight, expecting the wild wind and the jumps but none of it came. In its stead, there was gentle breeze. I cracked one eye open and closed it immediately. We were still moving through places, at great speed. How was it so calm and gentle when the last time... Ah-ah. No, he did not! He had done all of that on purpose! His grip on my waist loosened and at the sound of claps and low voices, i knew we had arrived. I detached myself from him like he was plague and angrily smoothened my already smooth dress. I glared daggers at him and he regarded me with his usual cold expression and maybe even annoyance. Well, i had apologized. For the one bad thing i did, i apologized, and him? He was too haughty to apologize for anything he had done to me or said and he could as well go jump off the nearest cliff or a high mountain because i did not care anymore. I gave my bac
Lord Vas paced about in his study with his arm folded and the other touching his chin. He would occasionally pause mid pace and narrow his eyes at me then begin to pace again. Zephyros had explained where i was from and everything else I had made known, only leaving out a few facts I suppose I was supposed to tell myself. My back hurt from sitting in one position for two hours but if I was not sitting that way, I would have fallen asleep. Well, I had. Thrice now. I had found my head twice on Zephyros's shoulder and the side of my mouth wet. I had drooled on his jacket. Twice. Embarrassed, I had apologized and he merely gave me an odd look. I wondered why he had not pushed me off of him or glamoured the drool off. Maybe to spite me because every time I looked at his jacket, my cheeks burned with embarrassment. The third time, I had been nodding off on the chair, just the way I was seated. My eyes drooped lower again and my breathing evened as I was beginning to doze
The door swung open while I still stood by the huge mirror, looking at my bruised neck. I turned away from the mirror swiftly as soon as i identified it to be Zephyros. He might hate me but he sure would not like the bruises on my neck. The Lesser Fae at the revel might think he was rough with me or they might even imagine worse things like intimacy and copulation. At one of the courtesan houses i had passed by at Avalor, i had seen one of the whores wearing a collar around her neck and the male was doing things with it that i would rather not remember. "Da--" I started off to the bathroom to wait it out, by it i meant the slow healing i had but Zephyros sifted in front of the bathroom door and leaned against the door with folded arms and eyes narrowed. "You are acting strange."He noted. I wrapped my hand around my neck, hoping to hide the bruises. "How so?" I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "You are--"His eyes slid down to my ex
I stumbled forward in the thick darkness and tightened my hold on Nyx's hand. I heard a snap and torches lit the cave, leading a path downwards into further darkness. Small stones were scattered about and the rocky walls had carvings, writings and symbols on them. "Where are we?" I whispered, yet the cave carried my voice around in echoes. "Before we built, we lived in caves." She laughed and the orange hue of the torches danced in her silver eyes when I arched a questioning brow at her that said, 'Just how old are you'. "Not me Danae. By we, I meant the Fae and everyone else but first, the Fae." I released her hand and started to walk towards the carvings, tracing each drawing on the cold wall with my finger tips. There were writings under the carvings, similar to the forgotten language but this was more complex and I did not have all the time in the world to separate each character and put them back together again. So I looked at the carvings instead and found