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Rabid_Rabbit
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Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Deep, vivid, kaleidoscopic. The fae man’s eyes had widened the first time he had run the barrier between, and still every time he did, he could feel the excitement of the rush. The way the tall, twisting spires of Ralhalhana Chapel blurred, and turned into pale stars as he sprinted up the curling staircase, to the Jump.
He had never once stopped to admire the beauty of the fae courts from the highest point in all the land up there – no, there was something better out there. There was something more beautiful, with more life and curiosity and growth than this place. The message, a series of neat envolopes made of heavy parchment, sealed with the gleaming ink of the fae, were tucked in his satchel, forgotten in the excitement to ascend the spiralling staircase up the Needle.
The fae realm felt frozen in time as it felt with its magic and immortality, and for Mordecai Barathurum the deep, personal danger of life and death in the human realm called to him. He took a breath, and didn’t hesitate as he launched off the rickety platform.
The ground did not rush to meet him, he felt the world slow, then his fall reverse as he landed, lightly and with the practised air of someone who had made the Jump many times. He took a breath and, immediately, he could feel the world open up to him, the sense and tastes of somewhere that fought to preserve itself – in the trees, he felt the gentle heat of birds, roosting under the canopy. The white hot fear of a jackrabbit, already disappearing into the undergrowth, terrified of the disruption in the natural order of things.
Everything was so vivid – the tall, slender trees, the carpet of purple flowers that made up the Fairy Glen. It brought a smile to the rosy lips of the young fae man, his dark eyes – almost black – twinkling in the rapidly lightening twilight. His breath misted the air, and a shaft of morning sunlight struck his face, lighting his pale skin and hair – dark at the roots, paling to dirty blond at the ends – a rich, buttery, gold. Yes, regardless of how much he would get for his delivery – this was the reward. To leap and dance and race through nature in the human realm.
He gathered himself, taking another breath that dissolved into mist. He knew this place, it was deep in the forest, but the towns and villages nearby held bright sparks of curiosity. He would return again to the windowsill of the most curious tonight – he was certain, however like all messengers, he had a job to do. And it would not be done while he was distracted.
He twisted, and leapt off, springing between low, violet bushes, his sprint a dance, to take in the world around him.
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To humans, the sight of a fae at a flash was never that of a human. Their forms seemed to meld with the forest, and the flashes between the trunks would surely have been a rabbit, a bird, a deer. Mordecai, huge and spry, springing over logs and twisting through the paths, could surely have been a deer – something paler, but huge and surely crowned in the prongs of a buck.
So, it had been, when the hunter saw a flash of gold and dark, he had immediately fired – thinking he would bring down a prize that would bring him the adoration of his village. The arrow, with its piercing iron head, had buried itself in Mordecai’s leg, so deep it had gone straight through his thigh.
He screamed, falling against a tree, pain searing its way through him and deep into his core, tearing sheets of what fae magic held him together free. It released in a pulse, a great scream that froze the soul and slammed the hunter in the face, causing fear to clutch his heart, and for him and his dogs to turn tail and run like the brutish cowards they were.
In the tavern that evening, he would be full of stories of a man with a deer’s head, that screamed like a demon when it had been struck with an arrow, instead of the haphazard fae messenger, now curled against a mossy log, delirious with pain and fright. His messenger bag was lying a few feet off just out of reach, and every movement to try to reach it tore more pain through him. He lay, as the sun rose, filtering through the trees, then began to set again, unable to move, only to make pained moaning sounds, and to occasionally cast charms and wards to fend off predators.
It was becoming cold, and for the first time, Mordecai began to consider his own mortality – would a fae, in the realm of humans, be subject to the human laws of life and death? He did not know, but he felt, he would find out soon.
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Juniper started her morning the same way, everyday. A mundane routine, but at least it was predictable.
She was up at the first hint of sunlight through her broken window, the crack in the glass always causing a ray to slip over her left eye. It was her motivation to get up and slam the shutters closed, so she'd at least have a few more minutes of darkness. Of course, by then, their rooster was crowing loudly inside the coop in a desperate attempt to get her attention and release him. And surely enough, once he was awake, all the other animals started to come to life. The sheep bleated loudly enough to alert the few cows she owned, who in response began to moo as loud as possible. When Juniper was awake, it meant they were getting fed.
Once Juniper had accepted the ugly truth that she was indeed awake, and there was no falling back asleep, she'd let out a routine groan. The next few activities were basic essentials, but they still felt like a chore every day. She'd dress herself in one of the many brown dresses she owned, before washing her face clean with basin water. The cold water always stung her awake enough to start feeding all the animals. The rooster and the hens were let out first to avoid his incessant crowing, but not before she sprinkled feed on the ground. It was a lesson she learned quick. If she was holding the feed when the door was opened, she was surely going to get a face full of desperate hens trying to pluck it right from her fingers. After the animals were all fed, Juniper sometimes took time to milk the cows. It was rare that they produced anything like that anymore, but sometimes she was lucky enough to get a jar filled.
And for this particular morning, she found herself peering at the cows with an expectant look. Not a drop was coming from the brown creatures, and the look on their faces suggested they wished they were producing too.
"Ah, hogwash. If you aren't squirting out milk tomorrow, we're going to have an issue," she muttered to one of the gentle animals, one hand reaching up to pat at her firm head. A moo sounded right after, and Juniper couldn't help a small smile. No matter how many times she mumbled about chopping up the cows, she never acted on it. She didn't exactly fancy murdering animals, and she had grown rather attached to the small herd.
With an annoyed sigh, she lugged up the empty bucket and exited the barn. The animals were all content for the morning, but that was the easy part of her routine. The difficult part came with her family. Already she could see the shutters opening back up at their small cottage, heads passing along the dusty windows. Couldn't they ever just stay asleep a little longer? It'd allow Juniper to at least close her eyes for a bit. Instead, she found herself opening the door to shouting and groaning. A small child pushed past her legs with a loud giggle, running out into the yard.
"Hey! Peony, get back!" She shouted, before giving a loud sigh. There was no use chasing after the youngest girl, especially not at this hour. Instead, she had things to do. There's simply no way her mother was out of bed, so it was up to her to make breakfast. Moving instead, she placed down the basket she had swapped the bucket for. Filled with eggs, they'd be good only for today. A bit of lumber thrown into the fire, and a metal pan, and she was all good to make around a dozen eggs. The cooking process itself was tedious, but soon twelve eggs were placed down at the tiny table of their cottage. Her siblings appeared in waves to snatch up plates, though Juniper was careful to keep two. One for herself, and one for her mother.
Who was bedridden all the way upstairs.
Another sigh sounded from Juniper. (It was a sound she often made.) First she was expected to cook breakfast each morning for ravenous children, and now what? None of them wanted to help in any way. At least, not willingly. From the corner of her eye, she spotted her lanky brother.
"Oh Henrrrrry..." She chimed out, and the young boy shot his gaze up to her. A bit of egg white clung to his pale lips, and his eyes slightly widened. He knew exactly what was coming, but he was far too slow to stop Juniper from swapping his empty plate with the one for their mother. "Take this up to mom. I'm going out today, hold down the fort?" She asked, though they both knew it wasn't a question. He was in charge. Henry parted his lips to protest, but Juniper was already darting to the door. The household rule was simply to pass responsibility around, and Juniper was happy to comply.
She had better things to do anyway.
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Darting through the woods, Juniper let out a small noise of content. Despite her overall grogginess, she was slowly coming alive again thanks to the sharp smell of pine needles and other natural scents. She made it her mission to come here at least once a day, or else she'd go insane in that household. Ten other siblings, along with her mother and herself. She just simply didn't have time for anything else besides her family, and it made her crazy. Couldn't her brothers or sisters do some work? Hell, the second oldest was sixteen! That's a great age to start throwing food at chickens.
"I can't possibly feed the chickens," she began to herself, mocking the tone of her brother Henry. "I've got much better things to do, like sleeping, and snoring, and blah blah blah blah," she grumbled out, shoving aside a branch. It snapped back at once, hitting Juniper square in the nose. She shouted, stumbling back while her hands instantly went to grab at her nose. Growing warm in pain, all Juniper could do was duck under the twig and keep going.
Seems that was one point for nature.
With her head angled downward, she kept marching forward through the woods. Grumblings sounded here and there, but they were mostly just strings of foul curses and offhand remarks. In fact, she was so focused on her language that she almost didn't notice the bit of blood before she stepped on it. Her foot slowly raised up as she stared down at the liquid, her hand lowering from her burning nose. This much blood could only mean one thing. Had a hunter forgotten his kill? If there was a whole buck nearby, well. Juniper couldn't even begin to fathom what they'd do with an entire buck. That'd be a month of food!
Her head tilted upward to follow the slight trail, though her brows furrowed together at the sight of the bush in front of her. The leaves were a bit smushed, but wouldn't a buck cause a bit more damage? A soft crunch sounded as she moved forward, her hand reaching to push through the soft wall of leaves.
The moment her line of vision was clear and she had stepped through the small bush, Juniper instantly froze in place. A quick exhale of air sounded, but she didn't dare move any more after that. Only a few feet away was a man, resting up against an old tree. The moment she saw him, however, she could taste the difference in the air.
He wasn't human. He was a bit too perfect, a bit too angular. But that wasn't possible, was it? They didn't come here anymore, they weren't supposed to.
But she was staring right at a fae. Her lips slowly parted, but she was unsure of what she was supposed to say. Should she scream? No, that'd be stupid. She needed to bargain with him, that'd be the wise thing to do. Her eyes moved over him, before dropping down to the clear injury at his leg. The next words to leave her mouth weren't exactly what she planned to say, but they still came out none the less.
"You're injured..."
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Juniper started her morning the same way, everyday. A mundane routine, but at least it was predictable.
She was up at the first hint of sunlight through her broken window, the crack in the glass always causing a ray to slip over her left eye. It was her motivation to get up and slam the shutters closed, so she'd at least have a few more minutes of darkness. Of course, by then, their rooster was crowing loudly inside the coop in a desperate attempt to get her attention and release him. And surely enough, once he was awake, all the other animals started to come to life. The sheep bleated loudly enough to alert the few cows she owned, who in response began to moo as loud as possible. When Juniper was awake, it meant they were getting fed.
Once Juniper had accepted the ugly truth that she was indeed awake, and there was no falling back asleep, she'd let out a routine groan. The next few activities were basic essentials, but they still felt like a chore every day. She'd dress herself in one of the many brown dresses she owned, before washing her face clean with basin water. The cold water always stung her awake enough to start feeding all the animals. The rooster and the hens were let out first to avoid his incessant crowing, but not before she sprinkled feed on the ground. It was a lesson she learned quick. If she was holding the feed when the door was opened, she was surely going to get a face full of desperate hens trying to pluck it right from her fingers. After the animals were all fed, Juniper sometimes took time to milk the cows. It was rare that they produced anything like that anymore, but sometimes she was lucky enough to get a jar filled.
And for this particular morning, she found herself peering at the cows with an expectant look. Not a drop was coming from the brown creatures, and the look on their faces suggested they wished they were producing too.
"Ah, hogwash. If you aren't squirting out milk tomorrow, we're going to have an issue," she muttered to one of the gentle animals, one hand reaching up to pat at her firm head. A moo sounded right after, and Juniper couldn't help a small smile. No matter how many times she mumbled about chopping up the cows, she never acted on it. She didn't exactly fancy murdering animals, and she had grown rather attached to the small herd.
With an annoyed sigh, she lugged up the empty bucket and exited the barn. The animals were all content for the morning, but that was the easy part of her routine. The difficult part came with her family. Already she could see the shutters opening back up at their small cottage, heads passing along the dusty windows. Couldn't they ever just stay asleep a little longer? It'd allow Juniper to at least close her eyes for a bit. Instead, she found herself opening the door to shouting and groaning. A small child pushed past her legs with a loud giggle, running out into the yard.
"Hey! Peony, get back!" She shouted, before giving a loud sigh. There was no use chasing after the youngest girl, especially not at this hour. Instead, she had things to do. There's simply no way her mother was out of bed, so it was up to her to make breakfast. Moving instead, she placed down the basket she had swapped the bucket for. Filled with eggs, they'd be good only for today. A bit of lumber thrown into the fire, and a metal pan, and she was all good to make around a dozen eggs. The cooking process itself was tedious, but soon twelve eggs were placed down at the tiny table of their cottage. Her siblings appeared in waves to snatch up plates, though Juniper was careful to keep two. One for herself, and one for her mother.
Who was bedridden all the way upstairs.
Another sigh sounded from Juniper. (It was a sound she often made.) First she was expected to cook breakfast each morning for ravenous children, and now what? None of them wanted to help in any way. At least, not willingly. From the corner of her eye, she spotted her lanky brother.
"Oh Henrrrrry..." She chimed out, and the young boy shot his gaze up to her. A bit of egg white clung to his pale lips, and his eyes slightly widened. He knew exactly what was coming, but he was far too slow to stop Juniper from swapping his empty plate with the one for their mother. "Take this up to mom. I'm going out today, hold down the fort?" She asked, though they both knew it wasn't a question. He was in charge. Henry parted his lips to protest, but Juniper was already darting to the door. The household rule was simply to pass responsibility around, and Juniper was happy to comply.
She had better things to do anyway.
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Darting through the woods, Juniper let out a small noise of content. Despite her overall grogginess, she was slowly coming alive again thanks to the sharp smell of pine needles and other natural scents. She made it her mission to come here at least once a day, or else she'd go insane in that household. Ten other siblings, along with her mother and herself. She just simply didn't have time for anything else besides her family, and it made her crazy. Couldn't her brothers or sisters do some work? Hell, the second oldest was sixteen! That's a great age to start throwing food at chickens.
"I can't possibly feed the chickens," she began to herself, mocking the tone of her brother Henry. "I've got much better things to do, like sleeping, and snoring, and blah blah blah blah," she grumbled out, shoving aside a branch. It snapped back at once, hitting Juniper square in the nose. She shouted, stumbling back while her hands instantly went to grab at her nose. Growing warm in pain, all Juniper could do was duck under the twig and keep going.
Seems that was one point for nature.
With her head angled downward, she kept marching forward through the woods. Grumblings sounded here and there, but they were mostly just strings of foul curses and offhand remarks. In fact, she was so focused on her language that she almost didn't notice the bit of blood before she stepped on it. Her foot slowly raised up as she stared down at the liquid, her hand lowering from her burning nose. This much blood could only mean one thing. Had a hunter forgotten his kill? If there was a whole buck nearby, well. Juniper couldn't even begin to fathom what they'd do with an entire buck. That'd be a month of food!
Her head tilted upward to follow the slight trail, though her brows furrowed together at the sight of the bush in front of her. The leaves were a bit smushed, but wouldn't a buck cause a bit more damage? A soft crunch sounded as she moved forward, her hand reaching to push through the soft wall of leaves.
The moment her line of vision was clear and she had stepped through the small bush, Juniper instantly froze in place. A quick exhale of air sounded, but she didn't dare move any more after that. Only a few feet away was a man, resting up against an old tree. The moment she saw him, however, she could taste the difference in the air.
He wasn't human. He was a bit too perfect, a bit too angular. But that wasn't possible, was it? They didn't come here anymore, they weren't supposed to.
But she was staring right at a fae. Her lips slowly parted, but she was unsure of what she was supposed to say. Should she scream? No, that'd be stupid. She needed to bargain with him, that'd be the wise thing to do. Her eyes moved over him, before dropping down to the clear injury at his leg. The next words to leave her mouth weren't exactly what she planned to say, but they still came out none the less.
"You're injured..."
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Rabid_Rabbit
The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The nights stretched long ahead of Mordecai. He wondered what he had done to deserve this, as he felt his strength ebbing. The fae had no sense of karmic justice – but they did have the superstitions of alignments of nature. Had he disrupted the flow of nature by coming into the human world so often? By lingering? Had the man who shot him seen a human and shot anyway?
He cursed the hunter and his dogs, a vicious thing that discharged harmlessly into the earth – perhaps a blessing for the hunter, given it likely would have turned his heart to ice. But still, where hypothermia and blood loss would have taken a mortal man’s life, Mordecai lingered on, tortured by the inability to move, slipping in and out of consciousness. Sometimes, he heard voices and saw lights; however his delirium activated the primal fear in his brain, and the discharge of magic into the air smothered foragers, hunters and travellers alike with a sense of foreboding, causing them to avoid the area where Mordecai lay.
He was preparing, mentally steeling himself for another night trapped, when he heard footsteps, and there was gentle warmth settling on his consciousness from the path. She was familiar, lit with sparks of curiosity and an unbridled thirst for truth, not just any truth but truth about the fae. He immediately knew who it was, and from within the recesses of his mind, a memory surfaced.
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“Hey mister! That’s our cow!” The little girl. No more than five, had piped up, peering wide eyed over the windowframe. Mordecai sat, cross legged on the broad rump of the oldest cow in the herd. It was a small misfortune that she got into the garden and managed to trample a path between the broken fence, and the flowerbed.
“It is! I like her a lot! What’s her name?” Mordecai was chewing a sprig of grass, and smiled disarmingly at the little girl, still too young to cotton on the otherworldliness of the nighttime visitor.
“Bertha! Why are you here, mister?”
Mordecai nodded, appreciating the seriousness of the child’s tone. He had better give her a good answer, instead of one of the infuriating ones that didn’t quench a child’s curiosity.
“Well, I am a person from another land,” Mordecai began, watching the girl’s already impossibly wide eyes grow wider. “You would like it there! You see, there is much music, warmth and merrymaking. And many, many sweet things. You like sweet things, don’t you? What’s your favourite?”
“Lemon cake!” The little girl seemed to relax a little, being asked about herself and things she liked.
“Well, I have none of those but here – you may have the last of my butter candy,” He dropped the boiled sweet onto the windowsill. Suspicious, but too tempted to turn it down, a tiny hand snatched it from its resting place. Her mouth now busy with the sweet, the fae man continued. “You see, I come to visit your house because there is someone here – a grown up! Who has not yet forgotten the stories of me, and my people, and I feel that. You see, most people think I am not real – do you think I’m real?”
The child nodded, still sucking on the sweet.
“And she is supposed to believe I am not real, but she has not decided yet. I feel her, in my heart, and that is why I am here.” He continued.
The girl nodded seriously, before somewhere inside, a voice called for her – Peony! Supper is ready! Wash up – please! “I have to go, mister. Will you still visit us?”
“Yes, but you may not see me. But know, I will visit until she decides.”
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It was her. The girl who had not yet decided. For a moment, he feebly raised a hand as if to shoo her away. But she was so familiar, almost comforting while he was so distressed. She grew closer, then closer again and his hand dropped, another bolt of pain shooting through his leg.
He barely heard the words when she spoke. His dark eyes, glassy with pain, blinked once, slowly at her like a contented cat. No doubt, he would have had a far more biting retort for her, if the situation hadn’t been so dire.
“Yes … “ he breathed, trying not to screw his face up with the pain. “There is … medicine, and a knife in my bag.” She had to numb the wound and pull the arrow out – it risked him bleeding out, yes, however otherwise there was little that could be done. Or worse – she could leave, and return with other humans, men who would take him into custody. Men who would be interested in him for terrible reasons.
“Your … name,” He made a grasping gesture. It was hard to tell if he was asking to know what to call her or, Juniper being so curious and attentive to the tales of the fae, would know he wanted her full name so he could own her – if briefly. It was to will her to release him from the torturous iron arrow. He even wanted to be merciful, and only learn her name so he could will her silence after he left. But there was no way for Juniper to know.
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Standing there, Juniper wasn't sure how to react in the moment. The second the words left her lips, it was too late to turn back. His attention was focused on her-- At least somewhat. A curious cock of her head indicated she could see his clear fatigue. The injury on his leg was obvious enough, but was it truly that painful for him? When she used to read and read about fae all night long, she recalled how powerful they were. Some were able to completely wipe out armies, yet...
This one was nearly put down by an arrow, it appeared. Her sharp eyes shifted once again, a subtle movement. With her head barely tilted to the side, she was able to see the tip of the arrow leaving the other side of his thigh. Even if it was coated in blood, she instantly knew the material of the weapon. It was iron, the one material fae couldn't stand. Was it true, then? It was supposedly like a poison to their kind, draining any magic from them. If that was so, then she was at an advantage --
A sudden shock overtook her features, before she shook her head a bit. The weight of the situation had suddenly hit her like a bull in the chest, and she raised a hand up to press against her bosom. Holy hell, she was staring down at a fae! He was a living, breathing-- Well, somewhat living. He was currently in a questionable state. But that didn't matter! He was real, and she wasn't absolutely insane. For a quick moment, a memory arose.
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Much like her mornings, her nightly routines were similar. Instead of making breakfast, she'd spend her time cooking up a much larger supper for all her siblings. Unlike mornings, the children were much more hungry. Long days of doing absolutely nothing productive drained the mind, it seemed. Standing over a large cut of meat, Juniper was currently attempting to saw through the tough skin of it. Anything that was slaughtered in the village was rough and course, the cows as skinny as the people. A grunt sounded, but the dull knife finally sliced through the final piece. It was only the first step of preparing dinner, but it was always the hardest.
Turning over to the old stove, Juniper shot a glare down to the young girl sitting lazily next to the dying coals. "Ianthe, you really only had one job. You wonder why supper takes so long every night, and it's because you can't--" She paused with a grunt, before forcing her foot down on the bellow next to the stove. The coals roared to life again, and Juniper slid the beef onto the metal stick above them. "Keep the fire going," she finished with a huff, glaring down at the girl again. Ianthe just gave a dismissive huff, before scrambling off into the house.
Standing there, Juniper brushed a bit of scoot from her nose and just shrugged her shoulders to herself. Majority of the children in the house were apparently useless, though she wasn't sure who to blame. Her mother had been sick for far too long, and before she was bedridden, she was frail and weak. Discipline was lost on them, no matter how hard Juniper tried. They just didn't want to listen to her. Even when she told them stories of fae coming to steal their names or rip their clothes, they just chortled and carried on.
Seems the magic of it all was lost on them too. A groan shook Juniper as she stretched backwards, before she leaned forward again to slide the beef out from the stove. The stories terrified her as kid, enough to make her do her chores. Now she had no choice but to clean and cook and tend, least she wanted to starve. As her thoughts ran, her hands moved through the same repetitive motions. The knife was used to slide the chunks of cooked beef off the stick, before it was dismissed to cool. Maybe she should start punishing the children a bit harder if they slacked on their few jobs. It'd be appropriate, would it not?
"Peony! Supper is ready!" She called out, knowing the young girl was the closest. The young flower had boundless energy, which meant she was perfect for fetching the other children who were scattered around the home and yard. "Wash up - Please!" She added on, before patting her hands clean on the smock she wore. The pattering of bare feet was heard a few moments later, before the mousey haired girl poked her head through the doorway of the kitchen. One cheek was notably puffed out, and a sucking motion of was seen. Instantly, Juniper widened her eyes at her younger sister like an owner would look at their dog.
"What are you eating? Don't tell me you grabbed a random berry from the woods," she began, quickly crouching down to pinch her childish cheeks between one hand. Her mouth instantly opened up to reveal the butter candy resting on her tongue. Taken back for a moment by the appearance of the golden sweet, Juniper slowly released Peony's mouth to allow her to continue sucking on it.
"Where did you get that?" She questioned as she slowly stood up, before Peony pointed backwards.
"A young man gave it to me! He's out in the garden, go look!" Juniper shot another look down at Peony, before gathering up her skirts to quickly hurry through the hall and down to the window Peony previously dangled out of. Accepting candies from a stranger, had she taught Peony nothing? Sure, she was five, but there were simply things you just didn't do!
"Peony, do not accept sweets from random men in our gardens!" She exclaimed, looking back down the hall for a moment to stare at the young girl trailing behind her. "I swear, you're going to get yourself in-- BERTHA!" She exclaimed, having looked back out of the window as she spoke. Her eyes widened as she spotted their old cow chewing happily on their carrots, pulled fresh on the ground. The thoughts of a strange man were forgotten in seconds as she climbed out the window in an attempt to catch the old cow, while Peony just giggled in delight.
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Inhaling sharply, Juniper snapped back into the moment as the fae in front of her gestured, grasping at the air. He was asking for something-- Her name. Her eyes widened, before an insulted look overtook her features. He was injured on the ground and possibly dying, and he was still trying to trick her. He truly was a fae! He must think she was an idiot, so willing to give over her name to him. If there was anything her mother had taught her, it was extreme caution against such creatures.
Moving slowly towards Mordecai, Juniper stopped by the bag to kick it open with the tip of her boot to peer inside. As she did, she spoke in a low voice. "You can't have my name, but you may call me June," she said, looking over at him with a dangerous gaze. If anything, it indicated to him that he wasn't dealing with just any human. Juniper knew things about fae, at least somewhat. She knew how to play around their games, if not to save her own skin. Bending down slowly after offering something for him to call her, she reached inside to find the small bottle of medicine, and the knife.
Of course, it wasn't an iron knife. Though she wondered how dangerous a fae would be, wielding an iron blade against his own kind. Shaking her head and easing her quaking hands to stop, Juniper slowly turned her attention back to the fae. "I'm going to remove the arrow from your leg, but that's all. Then you'll answer some questions for me."
It was a weak attempt at a bargain, and she wasn't certain how much control she had over him, but it was something. Moving slowly towards Mordecai, she sucked in her some air once she was close enough to touch him. The medicine bottle was placed down, and her hand slowly raised up to push his hair away from his ear. Even though she was expecting the pointed tip, the sight of it still nearly made her faint. Her gaze instantly dropped down to his injury, and her fingers fumbled with the medicine bottle to uncap it and pour it over the wound.
"I can't believe you're real, they all thought I was insane," she muttered to herself, before the liquid was generously dumped over both the entrance of the wound and the exit. As she began to spread the ointment, a hiss of pain sounded. She had cut her finger against the sharp arrow, but she made no further indication of her pain. She had work to do.
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Standing there, Juniper wasn't sure how to react in the moment. The second the words left her lips, it was too late to turn back. His attention was focused on her-- At least somewhat. A curious cock of her head indicated she could see his clear fatigue. The injury on his leg was obvious enough, but was it truly that painful for him? When she used to read and read about fae all night long, she recalled how powerful they were. Some were able to completely wipe out armies, yet...
This one was nearly put down by an arrow, it appeared. Her sharp eyes shifted once again, a subtle movement. With her head barely tilted to the side, she was able to see the tip of the arrow leaving the other side of his thigh. Even if it was coated in blood, she instantly knew the material of the weapon. It was iron, the one material fae couldn't stand. Was it true, then? It was supposedly like a poison to their kind, draining any magic from them. If that was so, then she was at an advantage --
A sudden shock overtook her features, before she shook her head a bit. The weight of the situation had suddenly hit her like a bull in the chest, and she raised a hand up to press against her bosom. Holy hell, she was staring down at a fae! He was a living, breathing-- Well, somewhat living. He was currently in a questionable state. But that didn't matter! He was real, and she wasn't absolutely insane. For a quick moment, a memory arose.
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Much like her mornings, her nightly routines were similar. Instead of making breakfast, she'd spend her time cooking up a much larger supper for all her siblings. Unlike mornings, the children were much more hungry. Long days of doing absolutely nothing productive drained the mind, it seemed. Standing over a large cut of meat, Juniper was currently attempting to saw through the tough skin of it. Anything that was slaughtered in the village was rough and course, the cows as skinny as the people. A grunt sounded, but the dull knife finally sliced through the final piece. It was only the first step of preparing dinner, but it was always the hardest.
Turning over to the old stove, Juniper shot a glare down to the young girl sitting lazily next to the dying coals. "Ianthe, you really only had one job. You wonder why supper takes so long every night, and it's because you can't--" She paused with a grunt, before forcing her foot down on the bellow next to the stove. The coals roared to life again, and Juniper slid the beef onto the metal stick above them. "Keep the fire going," she finished with a huff, glaring down at the girl again. Ianthe just gave a dismissive huff, before scrambling off into the house.
Standing there, Juniper brushed a bit of scoot from her nose and just shrugged her shoulders to herself. Majority of the children in the house were apparently useless, though she wasn't sure who to blame. Her mother had been sick for far too long, and before she was bedridden, she was frail and weak. Discipline was lost on them, no matter how hard Juniper tried. They just didn't want to listen to her. Even when she told them stories of fae coming to steal their names or rip their clothes, they just chortled and carried on.
Seems the magic of it all was lost on them too. A groan shook Juniper as she stretched backwards, before she leaned forward again to slide the beef out from the stove. The stories terrified her as kid, enough to make her do her chores. Now she had no choice but to clean and cook and tend, least she wanted to starve. As her thoughts ran, her hands moved through the same repetitive motions. The knife was used to slide the chunks of cooked beef off the stick, before it was dismissed to cool. Maybe she should start punishing the children a bit harder if they slacked on their few jobs. It'd be appropriate, would it not?
"Peony! Supper is ready!" She called out, knowing the young girl was the closest. The young flower had boundless energy, which meant she was perfect for fetching the other children who were scattered around the home and yard. "Wash up - Please!" She added on, before patting her hands clean on the smock she wore. The pattering of bare feet was heard a few moments later, before the mousey haired girl poked her head through the doorway of the kitchen. One cheek was notably puffed out, and a sucking motion of was seen. Instantly, Juniper widened her eyes at her younger sister like an owner would look at their dog.
"What are you eating? Don't tell me you grabbed a random berry from the woods," she began, quickly crouching down to pinch her childish cheeks between one hand. Her mouth instantly opened up to reveal the butter candy resting on her tongue. Taken back for a moment by the appearance of the golden sweet, Juniper slowly released Peony's mouth to allow her to continue sucking on it.
"Where did you get that?" She questioned as she slowly stood up, before Peony pointed backwards.
"A young man gave it to me! He's out in the garden, go look!" Juniper shot another look down at Peony, before gathering up her skirts to quickly hurry through the hall and down to the window Peony previously dangled out of. Accepting candies from a stranger, had she taught Peony nothing? Sure, she was five, but there were simply things you just didn't do!
"Peony, do not accept sweets from random men in our gardens!" She exclaimed, looking back down the hall for a moment to stare at the young girl trailing behind her. "I swear, you're going to get yourself in-- BERTHA!" She exclaimed, having looked back out of the window as she spoke. Her eyes widened as she spotted their old cow chewing happily on their carrots, pulled fresh on the ground. The thoughts of a strange man were forgotten in seconds as she climbed out the window in an attempt to catch the old cow, while Peony just giggled in delight.
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Inhaling sharply, Juniper snapped back into the moment as the fae in front of her gestured, grasping at the air. He was asking for something-- Her name. Her eyes widened, before an insulted look overtook her features. He was injured on the ground and possibly dying, and he was still trying to trick her. He truly was a fae! He must think she was an idiot, so willing to give over her name to him. If there was anything her mother had taught her, it was extreme caution against such creatures.
Moving slowly towards Mordecai, Juniper stopped by the bag to kick it open with the tip of her boot to peer inside. As she did, she spoke in a low voice. "You can't have my name, but you may call me June," she said, looking over at him with a dangerous gaze. If anything, it indicated to him that he wasn't dealing with just any human. Juniper knew things about fae, at least somewhat. She knew how to play around their games, if not to save her own skin. Bending down slowly after offering something for him to call her, she reached inside to find the small bottle of medicine, and the knife.
Of course, it wasn't an iron knife. Though she wondered how dangerous a fae would be, wielding an iron blade against his own kind. Shaking her head and easing her quaking hands to stop, Juniper slowly turned her attention back to the fae. "I'm going to remove the arrow from your leg, but that's all. Then you'll answer some questions for me."
It was a weak attempt at a bargain, and she wasn't certain how much control she had over him, but it was something. Moving slowly towards Mordecai, she sucked in her some air once she was close enough to touch him. The medicine bottle was placed down, and her hand slowly raised up to push his hair away from his ear. Even though she was expecting the pointed tip, the sight of it still nearly made her faint. Her gaze instantly dropped down to his injury, and her fingers fumbled with the medicine bottle to uncap it and pour it over the wound.
"I can't believe you're real, they all thought I was insane," she muttered to herself, before the liquid was generously dumped over both the entrance of the wound and the exit. As she began to spread the ointment, a hiss of pain sounded. She had cut her finger against the sharp arrow, but she made no further indication of her pain. She had work to do.
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Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Mordecai’s satchel was of a very fine make, the kind of thing rarely seen by the messengers of the human world, who lugged rough sacks of messages from place to place. No, the pale brown leather had a buttery quality, soft and light and clearly good for a creature as athletic as Mordecai. Inside were the worldly possessions of an otherworldly creature - a small knife, its blade some kind of glassy black stone, multiple letters, bound with heavy parchment, some red and white candy that smelled strongly of peppermint, and at the very bottom, a bottle of something pearly white and shimmering – medicine, no doubt, although the curling fae script was indecipherable.
The fact she was not instructed to put it back indicated Juniper was correct in her assessment this was the medicine he had described.
The fae man’s head leaned back, a breath hissing through his teeth. His eyelids drooped in another blink that squeezed a few tears of pain from the corner of his eyes. The pain flared, viciously rendering him unable to do more than moan for a moment. The blinding flash passed, and his soft lips quirked upwards, almost innocently, at her glare. She told him a name – not her name though. “Well, June,” He began, before being cut off with another groan as she began to tend the wound in his leg. “If you would like to be called that. I will tell you – aaah – what I would like to be called.”
In previous encounters with those who he had been required to provide something, he had given completely false names; things like Mathusalam – his elusive half-brother’s name. He had once called himself Judas – the great betrayer – when he had delivered a message to a noble unseelie. He had given it knowing he would accept a payment of honey and coin to take the nobleman’s daughter’s letters back to her forbidden seelie lover. But, instinctively, he felt the familiarity Juniper had with the name she had provided – it had some thread of realness to her, something she had been called by a family member, or a nickname, or shortening.
So he gave her the same level of trust. “You may call me Cai, June. That is who I am to you.”
His voice washed out into another hiss – despite her hands being deft, he was still hurt by the smallest movement. She worked as quickly and effectively with as little unnecessary disturbance to the arrow as possible.
Mordecai found himself with the presence of mind to wonder how she had developed such skills. Not long ago, he had watched as she held one of her many brothers still while she cleaned and bandaged a nasty cut on his leg, finding ways to keep the young boy still and quiet as she worked. A small misfortune that could have simply been children roughhousing had turned into a counting game while she patched the boy’s leg up.
He had thought, peering through the round window from his place perched on the windowsill, that she must have had patience in spades. It made him want to get closer, to hear the conversations between her and the child, to understand the logic of caring for such a large family even when he had seen tiredness and exhaustion written on her face – maybe she was nurturing, and kind soul. He had never seen or felt evil in her soul; indeed she seemed brimming with resourcefulness, life and sharp wit.
Mordecai barely moved when she reached up to tuck his hair behind her ear. He was observing her again, his glittering gaze still glassy with pain – even through the trauma and exhaustion, he felt something deep in his chest twist. He had never expected to be so close to her, in the exact same way she had never expected to be so close to a fae. Mordecai had had many dealings with humans – had had dined, danced, and shook hands with human nobles as part of his time as a low-ranked, but still fae envoy. But her, he had never met someone who had been curious and passionate and enamored with fae life as she had – she was unlike the noble women of the courts, who felt above hard work and even tales of what the fae could and couldn’t do.
He had seen Juniper though – a farm girl who could set her mouth in a hard line and get on with work; she could run and chase or talk her way out of a difficult situation. Her quick thinking had made the small misfortunes of his unseelie magic seem like nothing. Her thirst for knowledge had made her open to even the slightest rumors, and he had felt her heart swell each time a little more evidence was presented … and it had only reinforced his fondness for the farmhouse, the garden, the old cows ... the many children, and most of all the resilient oldest child.
“Th – thank you, for believing … for trying to believe …” the pearly medicine was already working its magic, numbing the pain and closing the wound. Mordecai encouraged her, telling her to remove it – quickly, and she did. The fear he may heal over with the hideous iron arrow still in him mean at first, Mordecai didn’t even realize she had cut herself on the blood soaked arrowhead, until from somewhere within him, he felt a pull. It was a closing, in some respects, of his soul, around the mingled blood of a human and a fae.
“Oh no … oh no … oh …” Mordecai’s eyes widened in panic, and he felt himself try to stand too soon, only to fall back against the log with another hiss of pain. This had never happened before – not in Mordecai’s lifetime, or that of his parents, or grandparents . “June – I cannot answer – I – I know, I owe you a debt. A debt of the life of a fae is powerful and I will return to repay it. But I cannot – we cannot –” he could barely get the words out.
Around them, the forest had gone silent, as if it was waiting, with baited breath. A great disruption of the natural order had happened in an instant, and in his panic, Mordecai had not even checked to see if the young woman who had helped him understood the gravity of their situation. He was so focused on putting distance between themselves that he stood, and took a stumbling step, stopping to pick up his bag and falling into the leaves, before standing again and beginning to run.
Had he not been injured, June would have never been able to catch him, but in his weakened state, it was hard to stay out of reach. He heard yells, and instinctively, he knew he was being chased. The frantic pursuit found him scrambling over logs and under trees that had fallen and made strange angles with the ground. Through clearings, where deer startled and sprang away and still he felt he was being pursued – no doubt he had been the first ever evidence of a real fae she had found, and she was not going to let it go!
The first time Mordecai looked back, it was a mistake. His concentration had lapsed and he had looked over his shoulder to look at his pursuer, still tailing him close, only to look back and find a great crack in the Earth had appeared – the ravine was deep and wide and he couldn’t make the jump, and the desperate attempt to stop had seen Juniper barrel into him full speed, tipping them over the edge.
Mordecai thought he would surely die from the fall. He grasped Juniper as they tumbled down. The blurring of the rocks and roots speeding past the pair – that strange distortion of the shapes and the abrupt, stomach-churning reversal of gravity, was all too familiar for Mordecai. He landed, the air forced out of his lungs by Juniper falling on top of him.
Everything was … serene. The sound of birdsong carried thorugh still air. They had landed in a clearing illuminated by dappled sunlight, beautiful but somehow otherworldly. Their frantic fall had somehow opened a gate through the barrier between – to the realm of the fae. Mordecai gave a defeated smile to Juniper between gasping breaths. “I guess … I can’t … go anywhere … now …”
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Catching his gaze for a moment, glassy as it may be, Juniper felt her own chest slightly tighten before her eyes dropped back down to her work. Was it fear she felt? Or perhaps it was an excitement and satisfaction at having her beliefs confirmed by the very being in front of her. All she knew is that she slightly felt like throwing up whatever meager breakfast she had scarfed down, but that would hardly be an appropriate thing to do.
"You know," she muttered as she began to wiggle the arrowhead free slowly, her brows knotted together in frustration at how settled it had become. "It's weird, when you speak. You seem human in every aspect, but there's just something off. Something is wrong, or maybe it's right. I'm not too sure, but it's odd," she mumbled softly to him as she worked, her mind already wandering. She couldn't stop to think about it all in the moment, but she had too many questions. Why was he here, in the human realm? And why was he injured so badly, bad enough that he couldn't heal himself? Even worse, there was a single question that kept bothering her.
Why had she stopped to help him so suddenly? He could be evil, and maybe the fae casted him out of their realm for being terrible. But weren't they all terrible in a way? They loved playing tricks on people, so maybe that meant he was good? A slight scoff sounded from the woman, her violet eyes darting upward to peer at his features. As her eyes landed on his own, a slight pull was felt in her gut. Oh dear, was she really going to throw up every time she looked at him? For a moment, she paused and waited for the bile to finally rise up in her throat. But nothing came, and a panicked expression instead came over the features of the fae called Cai.
"What's--" She stopped, suddenly cut off by Cai shooting upward to stand. A slight yelp sounded as her hands raised up, though he was soon tumbling back down against the log in front of her. What the hell was he doing? Already, the young-appearing fae was babbling out nonsense, and a rather confused expression overtook Juniper's features. She was picking up bits and pieces of what he was saying, but he wasn't being coherent enough for her to get the full picture. After all, how could she? She was just a simple human, magic was never something that was a part of her life unless he was lurking around.
"You need to stop standing--Hey!" She called out as he suddenly stood again and took a step forward, his body tumbling down against the leaves again. Were all fae this mad in the head? He was perfectly content seconds ago when she was cleaning his wound out, and now he was trying to run away! Wait a moment. A shout sounded from Juniper when she saw him actually begin to run, and she jumped up to her feet.
"Excuse me, come back here! Hey!" She called out again, before she gathered up the skirt of her dress and began after him. He couldn't leave just yet, especially after mentioning a life-debt to her! If it was as powerful as the stories told of them, he could cure her village. He could cure her mother. The crunching of leaves sounded as she desperately ran through the forest after him, her eyes squinting a bit to avoid the branches that reached forward to claw at her face as she ran by. The hem of her dress was already frayed, but now it was growing worse and worse as she blindly tore after the fae over logs and through bushes. Trees were narrowly dodged, and she was growing certain there was a branch sticking out from her braid.
But still, she didn't stop running. In fact, she was so intent on catching him, that she didn't even notice his skittering stop until it was too late. In a desperate attempt to slow down before she ran into him, she soon felt her entire frame slam into his. A second later, and the two of them were falling. Falling, falling far more than they should. She could feel his arms grasp around her, before a scream ripped from her throat as her eyes opened. Her braid ripped itself free from the weak ribbon that held it together, leaving her locks of hair flying around them as they tumbled.
Was this his magic? She shouldn't of chased him, she knew it. He was making her go insane, or they were falling straight into the pits of Hell itself. Oh, who was going to take care of her family? They couldn't even function without--
Thud.
Slamming into Cai, Juniper let out a loud and gasping wheeze. All the air was instantly knocked from her lungs, and she was left gasping for air on top of the thin fae. One hand reached up to pat against his face, before she weakly slid it to the side and next to his head to prop herself up. With wild hair and frightful eyes, she stared down at the man under her. "W-what? What did you do? Where?" She gasped out, barely able to form full sentences.
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Catching his gaze for a moment, glassy as it may be, Juniper felt her own chest slightly tighten before her eyes dropped back down to her work. Was it fear she felt? Or perhaps it was an excitement and satisfaction at having her beliefs confirmed by the very being in front of her. All she knew is that she slightly felt like throwing up whatever meager breakfast she had scarfed down, but that would hardly be an appropriate thing to do.
"You know," she muttered as she began to wiggle the arrowhead free slowly, her brows knotted together in frustration at how settled it had become. "It's weird, when you speak. You seem human in every aspect, but there's just something off. Something is wrong, or maybe it's right. I'm not too sure, but it's odd," she mumbled softly to him as she worked, her mind already wandering. She couldn't stop to think about it all in the moment, but she had too many questions. Why was he here, in the human realm? And why was he injured so badly, bad enough that he couldn't heal himself? Even worse, there was a single question that kept bothering her.
Why had she stopped to help him so suddenly? He could be evil, and maybe the fae casted him out of their realm for being terrible. But weren't they all terrible in a way? They loved playing tricks on people, so maybe that meant he was good? A slight scoff sounded from the woman, her violet eyes darting upward to peer at his features. As her eyes landed on his own, a slight pull was felt in her gut. Oh dear, was she really going to throw up every time she looked at him? For a moment, she paused and waited for the bile to finally rise up in her throat. But nothing came, and a panicked expression instead came over the features of the fae called Cai.
"What's--" She stopped, suddenly cut off by Cai shooting upward to stand. A slight yelp sounded as her hands raised up, though he was soon tumbling back down against the log in front of her. What the hell was he doing? Already, the young-appearing fae was babbling out nonsense, and a rather confused expression overtook Juniper's features. She was picking up bits and pieces of what he was saying, but he wasn't being coherent enough for her to get the full picture. After all, how could she? She was just a simple human, magic was never something that was a part of her life unless he was lurking around.
"You need to stop standing--Hey!" She called out as he suddenly stood again and took a step forward, his body tumbling down against the leaves again. Were all fae this mad in the head? He was perfectly content seconds ago when she was cleaning his wound out, and now he was trying to run away! Wait a moment. A shout sounded from Juniper when she saw him actually begin to run, and she jumped up to her feet.
"Excuse me, come back here! Hey!" She called out again, before she gathered up the skirt of her dress and began after him. He couldn't leave just yet, especially after mentioning a life-debt to her! If it was as powerful as the stories told of them, he could cure her village. He could cure her mother. The crunching of leaves sounded as she desperately ran through the forest after him, her eyes squinting a bit to avoid the branches that reached forward to claw at her face as she ran by. The hem of her dress was already frayed, but now it was growing worse and worse as she blindly tore after the fae over logs and through bushes. Trees were narrowly dodged, and she was growing certain there was a branch sticking out from her braid.
But still, she didn't stop running. In fact, she was so intent on catching him, that she didn't even notice his skittering stop until it was too late. In a desperate attempt to slow down before she ran into him, she soon felt her entire frame slam into his. A second later, and the two of them were falling. Falling, falling far more than they should. She could feel his arms grasp around her, before a scream ripped from her throat as her eyes opened. Her braid ripped itself free from the weak ribbon that held it together, leaving her locks of hair flying around them as they tumbled.
Was this his magic? She shouldn't of chased him, she knew it. He was making her go insane, or they were falling straight into the pits of Hell itself. Oh, who was going to take care of her family? They couldn't even function without--
Thud.
Slamming into Cai, Juniper let out a loud and gasping wheeze. All the air was instantly knocked from her lungs, and she was left gasping for air on top of the thin fae. One hand reached up to pat against his face, before she weakly slid it to the side and next to his head to prop herself up. With wild hair and frightful eyes, she stared down at the man under her. "W-what? What did you do? Where?" She gasped out, barely able to form full sentences.
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Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The frantic chase and fall had been so sudden even Mordecai was left with is head spinning; his eyes closed as another pang shot through his leg. He was still very much injured, and the frantic chase had expended the last of his energy. It gave him no respite to collect his thoughts, and as his breath slowed. He fixed her with his glittering black gaze, now bright and spry with the mischief of the fae. Oh! How steely her gaze was – it was as beautiful and soft as the purple foxgloves that grew on the path to the door of the family home in the seelie township where he had grown up, and no doubt just as poisonous if she put her mind to it.
Mordecai felt his chest heave, and there was a confusing moment before it became obvious he was laughing. Great, defiant gasps of laughter at Juniper’s (rightly) confused questioning. “Oh! Oh June! Oh you do not know, you sweet child of the summer …” His body pitched, unceremoniously dumping Juniper onto the soft, sweet-smelling grass of the clearing. “Oh June, I didn’t do anything … but you … you are in some deep trouble.”
He sat up, drawing in a deep breath and gesturing around the clearing. “Does this look like the bottom of a gully to you?” He was right, the forest was carpeted in soft grass, and there was no sign of the sheer, dark walls of the canyon anywhere. It was like they had fallen, and been transported somewhere completely different.
He waited, watching the expression creep across Juniper’s face that told her she had realised – the world of the fae.
“Now before you ask,” Mordecai stood, teetered and let his legs fold , depositing him ungracefully back onto the ground. No, another moment to rest … he was still weak … “I didn’t do anything. I thought we were both going to die! But no, we fall straight through to the other side! Why look at us! Dropped right onto the ground with nary a scratch! We are surely in the land of the fortunate, to be so unharmed…”
He puffed out his cheeks defiantly, but internally, his mind was racing. He would be in trouble – and … and he felt something more. Something … disruptive. Almost … almost destructive in her aura. She was not supposed to be here, and it felt like the very air rebelled against her. Did she know? His head spun with questions – how had she come through? What would it mean for him? For her?
The internal turmoil must have shown in his face, as he quickly battled to rearrange his features into something more neutral. Maybe he could … just let her find her own way back – it was an option, surely something would eventually seek her out … but he knew, she had been forced through the barrier between because of him, and even so, his fae debt was even more binding here, than in the earthen realms.
But still, he felt the internal conflict of the fae’s disdain for the human race – if he were seen with her, what would it mean for his own social standing? As the one who had brought her here?
“Well … I guess … you should go back?” He offered feebly. The question of how was one he had no answers for. In fact, her eyes had been the only ones to peer into the fae realm for hundreds of years. Generations upon generations of segregation, of hiding the beauty of an immortal, ethereal world from humanity, and a bright and curious woman had finally come thorugh. He stood to leave.
“And I guess, you should return before someone finds you here.”
He felt the inside of his chest freeze. What would become of her if she was found? Would she even be … allowed to return? Looking at her, her hair a wild tangle accentuating her small frame, he felt he couldn’t leave her here. Mordecai was a trickster, yes, but he still had enough Seelie fortune in him to be moral. It did not make sense to leave her in the middle of the forest, at least.
“You … I can show you to the nearest town, if you like. We should be able to find a road, and then a sign, and find ourselves not far from a town,” He understood not, how each step and each moment in the overworld related to the fae world, however he felt a duty to place her somewhere safe – perhaps, even, seek some counsel to find out how to return her, then he could be free to recover, and seek to atone for his undelivered messages.
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Staring down at him with a frenzied gaze, confusion flickered into her features for a few seconds as his heaving laughter began. The bewildered expression grew as he continued to laugh up at her, her eyebrows raising upward a bit at him. As far as she could tell, this didn't seem like a laughing matter. In fact, it felt like the exact opposite! Letting out another loud huff of air, Juniper felt herself being pitched to the side with a slight yelp as Cai moved into a sitting position.
Instantly, her nose was tickled by the sweet scent of the grass. Unlike the harsh smell of that in her village, the lush green plant was like a pillow around her. Resting on her side for a moment, Juniper could only focus on the small blade of a particularly long grass in front of her. Her violet eyes blinked slowly, her eyelashes brushing against her cheek as she did. Faintly, she could fear Cai speaking next to her, and his motions were barely seen in the corner of her eyes. No, this wasn't the bottom of a gulley.
In fact, this wasn't anywhere human. Everything was too lush, too alive. Even the air seemed to breathe along with every breath she took, the sweet air filling her lungs and slipping free each exhale. He had done this to her; He had brought her into the world of the fae. A loud groan was heard from Juniper as she snapped back to attention, her body heaving as she sat up slowly in the grass. Her limbs ached from the hall, though she imagined he was a bit worse. He was already injured before the tumble, but just how much damage was he harboring now? Surely it wasn't that much of a fall, they'd both be splatters if it was truly a dreadful dip.
"Fortunate? Unharmed?" She began, her fingers slowly curling up the soft grass, threatening to rip clumps free from the fresh soil. "Why, of course! How lucky are we to be in this land, safe from the squirrels and rats of the human realm. In fact, if you hadn't run from me the moment I fixed up your wound, we wouldn't of taken such a fall in the first place! Oh, I should of known better than to trust a fae like you," she hissed out, slowly rolling over to sit fully on her bum. Her knees were fairly scraped up under her smock, and she pulled up the skirts to reveal slim and scratched legs. They'd surely be more toned if she had more meat on her, due to the amount of labor she participated in daily.
"You guess I should go back?!" She exclaimed at his comment, removing her attention from her own legs to stare at him. He continued on for a moment, and her jaw hung open at his second statement. "I'm already at my wits end dealing with one fae, I don't care to run into another. I must return home soon, I have to cook supper for my family and care for my mother." As she spoke, she pushed herself up onto her feet. Her slippers were old and tattered, but they managed to hold up.
"Show me the nearest town, fine. Then you'll return me home unharmed, so I may return to my life before I stumbled across your sorry form in the woods," she snapped out, the frustration clear on her face. Instead of fear, as most people would have, Juniper simply seemed angry. Her family was practically useless without her, so she needed to return home as soon as possible. Marching over to him, she was quick to snatch up his arm and haul him to his feet.
"And don't you try to trick me. I may be mortal, but I'm no idiot to your fae tricks. You still owe me a life-debt, and I'll gladly use that against you if you try anything, Cai," she said firmly, knowing full-well that wasn't his real, or at least full name.
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Staring down at him with a frenzied gaze, confusion flickered into her features for a few seconds as his heaving laughter began. The bewildered expression grew as he continued to laugh up at her, her eyebrows raising upward a bit at him. As far as she could tell, this didn't seem like a laughing matter. In fact, it felt like the exact opposite! Letting out another loud huff of air, Juniper felt herself being pitched to the side with a slight yelp as Cai moved into a sitting position.
Instantly, her nose was tickled by the sweet scent of the grass. Unlike the harsh smell of that in her village, the lush green plant was like a pillow around her. Resting on her side for a moment, Juniper could only focus on the small blade of a particularly long grass in front of her. Her violet eyes blinked slowly, her eyelashes brushing against her cheek as she did. Faintly, she could fear Cai speaking next to her, and his motions were barely seen in the corner of her eyes. No, this wasn't the bottom of a gulley.
In fact, this wasn't anywhere human. Everything was too lush, too alive. Even the air seemed to breathe along with every breath she took, the sweet air filling her lungs and slipping free each exhale. He had done this to her; He had brought her into the world of the fae. A loud groan was heard from Juniper as she snapped back to attention, her body heaving as she sat up slowly in the grass. Her limbs ached from the hall, though she imagined he was a bit worse. He was already injured before the tumble, but just how much damage was he harboring now? Surely it wasn't that much of a fall, they'd both be splatters if it was truly a dreadful dip.
"Fortunate? Unharmed?" She began, her fingers slowly curling up the soft grass, threatening to rip clumps free from the fresh soil. "Why, of course! How lucky are we to be in this land, safe from the squirrels and rats of the human realm. In fact, if you hadn't run from me the moment I fixed up your wound, we wouldn't of taken such a fall in the first place! Oh, I should of known better than to trust a fae like you," she hissed out, slowly rolling over to sit fully on her bum. Her knees were fairly scraped up under her smock, and she pulled up the skirts to reveal slim and scratched legs. They'd surely be more toned if she had more meat on her, due to the amount of labor she participated in daily.
"You guess I should go back?!" She exclaimed at his comment, removing her attention from her own legs to stare at him. He continued on for a moment, and her jaw hung open at his second statement. "I'm already at my wits end dealing with one fae, I don't care to run into another. I must return home soon, I have to cook supper for my family and care for my mother." As she spoke, she pushed herself up onto her feet. Her slippers were old and tattered, but they managed to hold up.
"Show me the nearest town, fine. Then you'll return me home unharmed, so I may return to my life before I stumbled across your sorry form in the woods," she snapped out, the frustration clear on her face. Instead of fear, as most people would have, Juniper simply seemed angry. Her family was practically useless without her, so she needed to return home as soon as possible. Marching over to him, she was quick to snatch up his arm and haul him to his feet.
"And don't you try to trick me. I may be mortal, but I'm no idiot to your fae tricks. You still owe me a life-debt, and I'll gladly use that against you if you try anything, Cai," she said firmly, knowing full-well that wasn't his real, or at least full name.
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The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Mordecai couldn’t help but smile at Junpier’s exclamations. Oh! How spritely she was, spirited. Always arguing and fighting for things she needed. And right now, her need was to go back – to the family she took such good care of. At least, for Mordecai, he understood. The threat of becoming more ill, more disorganised, perhaps even passing over, was a real threat for her and her cramped family.
He let his lips quirk upwards for a second, into that wry, crooked grin that Juniper would come to be so accustomed to. It fell, however, as her tone advanced from frazzled and breathless to hissing. Regardless, he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. They stood, momentarily in the dappled sunlight, throwing postage stamp sized dots of warmth over their skin and clothes. It hit Mordecai’s skin and lit it pinkish gold, ethereal in the almost-too-beautiful woods.
“Bold of you to assume I did something to bring you here. I needed to get away and you followed me.” He growled back. It was a strange drop in tone, from the pleasant lilt to the deep, chilling rumble of the unseelie. He was still a fae, still a runner for the courts of the unfortunate. And still, somewhere deep down, a potential predator. Not that that June would know. All he was for the moment was otherworldly, slim and human-not-human. He flicked his hair over his shoulder hastening to run his fingers through it, nervously playing with it as she spoke – it was clearly a nervous tic, a compulsion to stay moving while he was expected to be still and listen.
“Do you truly think I owe you for you pushing us to literally fall into the fae realm?” he continued, his tone rising from the deep rumble back to its regular tone – almost musical. Yes, you keep telling yourself that, that there was nothing that would bind them. Indeed, any Fae seer would see the threads in their halos already tangled, red threads – the red threads of a blood bond, knotted together like neglected yarn. “I’ll take you to the village, and you can find your way home. If you came across, then you can go back. It is not like the barrier between us is one way. I am proof of that.”
He fell into step beside her, snipping back, “You must know me well, if you believe I would want to try any tricks on you, June.” If only she had known just how correct she was.
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In truth, the walk through the forest was exactly as the stories Juniper had heard as a child. They were dense and lush. The colours were vivid – the dirt trail wound down deeper into the woods, skirting gentle hills and valleys. The trees were dense, covered with vines, moss and lichen. From somewhere above the two, the sounds of birdsong broke the chilly atmosphere between the travellers.
As the trees thinned, more rich browns, golds and reds began to enter the landscape. Mordecai laced his fingers behind his head, and breathed in deeply. The scent of the trees – deeply aware and in their own way, intelligent, told him they were going to reach the edge of the forest soon. Ahead of them, the trail forked around a large, twisted oak tree and the remnants of a stone fence. Both tree and wall were covered in lichen and ivy, but no signposts indicated where their path should take them – out across the foggy moor, or back into the trees.
“Hmmm,” The forest and long stretches of moorland were unfamiliar to Mordecai, and he wondered, briefly, which way would take them to civilisation. “June, if I may, I think we should stop … and ask for directions.” But how?
And so Mordecai approached the tree. “Excuse me!” He said crisply. A moment. No response, and the fae man looked back to June, feeling foolish. “Lets try that again. Excuse me! Good friend! I am a little lost!” Louder, more musical in its tone, and there was a rustling like a great wind had suddenly kicked up.
The tree creaked and moved, and two knotted eyes, deep brown and twinkling, opened. There was much shifting, swaying and groaning, before the tree – yes! The tree! As clear as day! – spoke. “Yes? You are two little folk waking me from my slumber?” it seemed irritated, but then its eyes settled on June. “Goodness she is one so young! What can I do for you from my sentinel’s perch?”
Mordecai felt, instinctively, that this fae would respond in a much less … tricky way to June than himself. Sure, he could have stood to argue for a good half day, to get the clear message after a dance of words, but he decided it may well be a good learning experience, for Juniper to address this creature herself.
“Say June. What did we want to ask this helpful fellow?”
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Listening to Cai respond to her, Juniper forced her face to stay neutral throughout his sudden tone change. It sent shivers down her spine and right back up it, but she was determined to keep her composure. It was just about the only thing she had left at the moment. Her hand remained on his arm for a moment, seemingly unafraid to grip a fae so dauntingly. Every word he said was taken with a grain of salt, as the poor girl had no way of knowing when he was truly being genuine. Fae weren't exactly liars, but they were far too twisty with their words.
Inhaling sharply, Juniper released his arm and smacked some dirt away from the front of her dress. One finger was jerked accusingly at Cai, while her other hand came to rest firmly on her hip. "No, you owe me nothing for us falling into this realm. But you do owe me for saving your life," she reminded him, turning her attention to the pathway he faced. She inhaled sharply for a moment to catch her bearings, before continuing on after he spoke.
"You aren't just going to leave me in a village with fae, no sir. We both know I'd be torn apart in seconds, surely you wouldn't wish that on the person who saved you?" She chimed out, before snapping her poisonous gaze up to him. "No, you arrived in the human realm. You can show me how to get back, and we can part as unlikely friends never to see each other again. I'm sure you'd love that," she snipped back to him, already falling in step with the not-man.
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Walking next to the slim Cai, Juniper did her best to keep her expression neutral. Still, it was difficult to keep her face devoid of emotions when everything was interesting to her. She walked with her head nearly tilted all the way back, as she was attempting to spot the birds singing above them. Were they fae birds, or like the ones in her land? She loved songbirds, but perhaps these little singers were far more devious than her own. Could birds even be devious?
She was only brought back to attention when Cai began to ponder out loud to himself. She blinked a few times, before looking over at Cai with two raised brows. "Ask for you directions, you say? Aren't you supposed to know your way around these lands?" She questioned, but she trailed behind none the less as he approached the...tree. Her gaze grew more perplexed, and she stopped a few feet behind the slim guide.
"Oh, I knew it. The one person I fell into another world with is mad as a cow, and now he's asking a tree for directions," she muttered to herself as he began to call out to the old oak, before he shot her a sheepish look. Her arms had crossed, and an expectant expression had overtaken her features. She was taunting himself without saying a single word.
However, the look was soon wiped clean off her face as the tree began to creak and groan to life. Taking a stumbling step back, June only widened her eyes as the tree began to complain. Surely she shouldn't be too surprised by the nature of the land, but it still came as a shock to the young woman as the old being whined like her late grandmother. Another look of shock overtook her as Cai implied she should ask it where they were going. Her lips parted to protest, but she shot her eyes over to the creaking tree once again. A determined look overtook her brows, before she shoved up her sleeves and stepped right up next to Cai.
"Yes, uh-- Mr. Tree. We both need directions to the closet village with an inn. Directions that would get us to the village by tonight," she added on, unsure how well she posed her request. Surely she was clear enough? A curious look was shot over to Cai, before she recalled that she was supposed to be angry at the fellow for a multitude of reasons. A huff sounded, and she looked back to the tree.
Giving a loud creak, a branch slowly lowered down to hook around a lock of free hair from Juniper. Her eyes widened a bit, but the branch only moved the hair a bit to the side. A soft hum arose from the bark, before it blinked slowly in understand. "You have lovely eyes, youngling. You ought to watch yourself, for many would love a pair like that," it hummed out, before pulled the branch back.
"I want a lock of your hair each, and then I will give you the directions. There is a bird nesting up in my branches and it keeps tugging off moss from my bark. Give me some hair so it'll build a nest from that instead," the tree instructed, before extending out the branch again. Darting her eyes over to Cai, Juniper didn't move. He was the fae here, shouldn't he know if this was a safe deal or not?
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Listening to Cai respond to her, Juniper forced her face to stay neutral throughout his sudden tone change. It sent shivers down her spine and right back up it, but she was determined to keep her composure. It was just about the only thing she had left at the moment. Her hand remained on his arm for a moment, seemingly unafraid to grip a fae so dauntingly. Every word he said was taken with a grain of salt, as the poor girl had no way of knowing when he was truly being genuine. Fae weren't exactly liars, but they were far too twisty with their words.
Inhaling sharply, Juniper released his arm and smacked some dirt away from the front of her dress. One finger was jerked accusingly at Cai, while her other hand came to rest firmly on her hip. "No, you owe me nothing for us falling into this realm. But you do owe me for saving your life," she reminded him, turning her attention to the pathway he faced. She inhaled sharply for a moment to catch her bearings, before continuing on after he spoke.
"You aren't just going to leave me in a village with fae, no sir. We both know I'd be torn apart in seconds, surely you wouldn't wish that on the person who saved you?" She chimed out, before snapping her poisonous gaze up to him. "No, you arrived in the human realm. You can show me how to get back, and we can part as unlikely friends never to see each other again. I'm sure you'd love that," she snipped back to him, already falling in step with the not-man.
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Walking next to the slim Cai, Juniper did her best to keep her expression neutral. Still, it was difficult to keep her face devoid of emotions when everything was interesting to her. She walked with her head nearly tilted all the way back, as she was attempting to spot the birds singing above them. Were they fae birds, or like the ones in her land? She loved songbirds, but perhaps these little singers were far more devious than her own. Could birds even be devious?
She was only brought back to attention when Cai began to ponder out loud to himself. She blinked a few times, before looking over at Cai with two raised brows. "Ask for you directions, you say? Aren't you supposed to know your way around these lands?" She questioned, but she trailed behind none the less as he approached the...tree. Her gaze grew more perplexed, and she stopped a few feet behind the slim guide.
"Oh, I knew it. The one person I fell into another world with is mad as a cow, and now he's asking a tree for directions," she muttered to herself as he began to call out to the old oak, before he shot her a sheepish look. Her arms had crossed, and an expectant expression had overtaken her features. She was taunting himself without saying a single word.
However, the look was soon wiped clean off her face as the tree began to creak and groan to life. Taking a stumbling step back, June only widened her eyes as the tree began to complain. Surely she shouldn't be too surprised by the nature of the land, but it still came as a shock to the young woman as the old being whined like her late grandmother. Another look of shock overtook her as Cai implied she should ask it where they were going. Her lips parted to protest, but she shot her eyes over to the creaking tree once again. A determined look overtook her brows, before she shoved up her sleeves and stepped right up next to Cai.
"Yes, uh-- Mr. Tree. We both need directions to the closet village with an inn. Directions that would get us to the village by tonight," she added on, unsure how well she posed her request. Surely she was clear enough? A curious look was shot over to Cai, before she recalled that she was supposed to be angry at the fellow for a multitude of reasons. A huff sounded, and she looked back to the tree.
Giving a loud creak, a branch slowly lowered down to hook around a lock of free hair from Juniper. Her eyes widened a bit, but the branch only moved the hair a bit to the side. A soft hum arose from the bark, before it blinked slowly in understand. "You have lovely eyes, youngling. You ought to watch yourself, for many would love a pair like that," it hummed out, before pulled the branch back.
"I want a lock of your hair each, and then I will give you the directions. There is a bird nesting up in my branches and it keeps tugging off moss from my bark. Give me some hair so it'll build a nest from that instead," the tree instructed, before extending out the branch again. Darting her eyes over to Cai, Juniper didn't move. He was the fae here, shouldn't he know if this was a safe deal or not?
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Rabid_Rabbit
The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Mordecai stood beside June, shooting her a look from the corner of his eye. Even in the fae realms, where like tended to stick with like, they looked like they were diametrically opposed – Mordecai was tall, slim and flighty – even with his heritage in the Seelie, his features, hair and eyes were dark like those of the Unseelie. June was small, calm and far more considerate, more aligned with daylight, with her light coloured eyes and pale skin.
He could feel the tree considering them as they stood, looking up into its twinkling brown gaze. June had spoken, politely and eloquently, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of her, taking such high strangeness for a mortal in stride. But he too remembered he should be angry with her, for getting themselves into this mess, and he shifted a little, his body leaning away.
“A lock of hair…?” From June’s perspective, Cai’s dark brows knitted in a frown, thinking hard as he searched his brain for all the permutations of the tree’s request that could possibly endanger the unlikely pair. The tree’s liquid brown eyes focused on Mordecai, as if he were an unwelcome intrucion in its contemplation of June’s request.
In much the same way it had grabbed June, a branch snuck its way under Modecai’s chin, firsing him to meet the eyes of the treefolk. “How very unfortunate. The bright lands have been banished from your face,” it observed darkly.
“Fortune favours the brave,” Mordecai quipped back. “I know you lie not, about the purpose of our hair. Why if I look up, I can see a turtledove has blessed you to watch over her children this coming season! But … what of once the dove and her young are gone? What other purposes would you then have for our hair?”
“Oh! Nothing more! I am here to protect our forest from the encroach of the moorfolk,” The treefolk huffed, its branches seemingly puffing out in much the same way a person may take a disgruntled breath. “A fair trade, something minor and painless for the benefit of my closest friends for a trivial thought on my part!”
Mordecai finally took a breath, and held it. Thinking one last time over the proposition, before nodding to June. “It’s safe. We can make this trade.”
The fae man used his glassy knife to cut a length of his hair from near the nape of his neck – a place the lost hair would not be as easily noticed. It seemed that the treefolk’s comments about his appearance had struck a chord within him, making the Messenger pay more attention to it.
As June handed over her lock of hair, the tree hummed again, and cast its branches wide, allowing them to choose some forks in the branches to place their tiny offerings for the mother bird above. The tree then settled, considering, before a breeze seemed to rustle its branches, blowing out over the grassy plains.
“You will want to cross the moor,” its voice was like a whisper in the leaves. ”Not far into the valley you will find the village of Hollyford. It is small, but has an inn and market. Enough for whatever your travels require.” The tree creaked, and its twinkling eyes closed, leaving the pair alone again.
The travel across the moor was one that took them across marshy grasslands shrouded in fog. The path itself was little more than a muddy rut, gouged out of the lands by dozens of cart wheels. The sunlight had barely touched the fog that sluggishly rolled over the gentle hills.
They walked for a long time, and Mordecai found himself to be very fond of June’s childlike wonder at things that were – for a fae who had truly become accustomed to the beauty and magic of the world – so ordinary. He had seen it on the path in the forest, and out here on the moor there were even more things to admire. From the sun filtering through the fog, to a couple of short, fuzzy ponies grazing on the hillside, to the glimpses of tiny birds on the ground. There was much to be enamoured by.
He spent so much time admiring the environment, and being amused by June, he barely had a chance to wonder when they would find Hollyford, when it seemingly appeared in front of them, unfolding in the landscape. It had the same charm of the rest of the fae world so far – beautiful, smothered in plant growth, and brimming with life.
The cobbled street was empty but for a single horse and cart, loaded with fruits and vegetables. Mordecai placed a hand on June’s forearm as they walked past, the delicate aroma of fresh fruits and wholesome vegetables almost irresistible to mortal senses.
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Catching the gaze of Cai as he flitted his dark eyes over to her, Juniper just raised a slim eyebrow up at him. It was barely noticeably, but she was seemingly considering his own negotiation skills in the moment. Sure, he was a fae and all, but was he an intelligent fae? If stupid humans existed, then stupid fae were bound to be far worse. (Considering they 'surpassed' whatever a human could do.) If Cai happened to be a bit lacking in the brain, surely that meant he was truly lacking. Pressing her lips into a firm line, Juniper simply darted her gaze back over to the large tree. It seemed genuine enough as it spoke, without an attempt to twist the words around. A lock of hair was nothing to a human, but to a fae? It could be a million different things!
Lost in her own thoughts, Juniper was heard barely squeaking when the tree tilted Cai's head back so they may gaze at each other. Her fingers instantly tightened and bunched up the fabrics of her skirt, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Had she done something wrong? Was the tree about to execute Cai right in front of her, then turn her into a rabbit? She needed him alive, if even for a little bit! Yet she bit her tongue, and let the two speak with each other. She didn't understand certain parts of their quips, but that was something to just question later. Finally, Cai gave her a quick nod and confirmation it was safe. Juniper released a breath she didn't know she was holding, before unwinding her fingers from the fabric of her skirts. Perhaps she needed to be calmer about all fae...
Accepting the blade from him, Juniper too selected a lock of hair from the nape of her neck. The texture would feel odd for a bit, but the missing piece would only truly be noticeable if one ran their fingers through her hair. When the tree extended the branches, she was hesitant for a moment. A moment later, the lock of hair was rested down next to Cai's own. Her lips were still screwed into a frown, but she didn't complain one bit during the entire process. She remained silent during the directions, before finally casting another look over to Cai.
"You know, if anything ever tries to eat me here, I hope you'll at least try somewhat to stop it," she joked, turning as she began down the path. Despite the humorous statement, there was concern laced into it. What was June to do if a bigger, badder fae tried to scoop her away? Would Cai be one to stop it? Either way, she was quick to walk on, one hand raising over her eyes so she could peer around the land as they walked together.
During the journey, Juniper made quips here and there, but the exhaustion was clear on the poor girl. She wasn't even bothering to question the land, instead she simply trudged along. She had a home to return to, and that was final. Though when they finally arrived in Hollyford, she let out a loud groan and paused to bend over.
"Do you think I'm out of shape?" She question, stretching herself forward with another groan. "I feel terrible, walking around in these shoes. They weren't meant for such travel, I know that much," she grumbled out, before walking with Cai again. She didn't even notice the fruits until a hand was rested against her arm, and she shot a curious gaze up in his direction. "What? Do you wish to hold my hand, or something like that?"
Even as she quipped, her pupils were dilating. A bit bigger than normal, the young woman hadn't noticed the sweet smell of the fruit pulling her in. "You know, I'm actually a bit hungry...No one is guarding that cart, why don't we take a few apples?"
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Catching the gaze of Cai as he flitted his dark eyes over to her, Juniper just raised a slim eyebrow up at him. It was barely noticeably, but she was seemingly considering his own negotiation skills in the moment. Sure, he was a fae and all, but was he an intelligent fae? If stupid humans existed, then stupid fae were bound to be far worse. (Considering they 'surpassed' whatever a human could do.) If Cai happened to be a bit lacking in the brain, surely that meant he was truly lacking. Pressing her lips into a firm line, Juniper simply darted her gaze back over to the large tree. It seemed genuine enough as it spoke, without an attempt to twist the words around. A lock of hair was nothing to a human, but to a fae? It could be a million different things!
Lost in her own thoughts, Juniper was heard barely squeaking when the tree tilted Cai's head back so they may gaze at each other. Her fingers instantly tightened and bunched up the fabrics of her skirt, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Had she done something wrong? Was the tree about to execute Cai right in front of her, then turn her into a rabbit? She needed him alive, if even for a little bit! Yet she bit her tongue, and let the two speak with each other. She didn't understand certain parts of their quips, but that was something to just question later. Finally, Cai gave her a quick nod and confirmation it was safe. Juniper released a breath she didn't know she was holding, before unwinding her fingers from the fabric of her skirts. Perhaps she needed to be calmer about all fae...
Accepting the blade from him, Juniper too selected a lock of hair from the nape of her neck. The texture would feel odd for a bit, but the missing piece would only truly be noticeable if one ran their fingers through her hair. When the tree extended the branches, she was hesitant for a moment. A moment later, the lock of hair was rested down next to Cai's own. Her lips were still screwed into a frown, but she didn't complain one bit during the entire process. She remained silent during the directions, before finally casting another look over to Cai.
"You know, if anything ever tries to eat me here, I hope you'll at least try somewhat to stop it," she joked, turning as she began down the path. Despite the humorous statement, there was concern laced into it. What was June to do if a bigger, badder fae tried to scoop her away? Would Cai be one to stop it? Either way, she was quick to walk on, one hand raising over her eyes so she could peer around the land as they walked together.
During the journey, Juniper made quips here and there, but the exhaustion was clear on the poor girl. She wasn't even bothering to question the land, instead she simply trudged along. She had a home to return to, and that was final. Though when they finally arrived in Hollyford, she let out a loud groan and paused to bend over.
"Do you think I'm out of shape?" She question, stretching herself forward with another groan. "I feel terrible, walking around in these shoes. They weren't meant for such travel, I know that much," she grumbled out, before walking with Cai again. She didn't even notice the fruits until a hand was rested against her arm, and she shot a curious gaze up in his direction. "What? Do you wish to hold my hand, or something like that?"
Even as she quipped, her pupils were dilating. A bit bigger than normal, the young woman hadn't noticed the sweet smell of the fruit pulling her in. "You know, I'm actually a bit hungry...No one is guarding that cart, why don't we take a few apples?"
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Rabid_Rabbit
The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Cai had not responded to Juniper’s queries about what action the fae man would take, should she be so unlucky to come across a hungrier inhabitant of the strange and wondrous fae world. Indeed, he had mulled over it for some time as they trod the cobbled street that made up Hollyford’s main strip – what would he do? The tantalising fantasy of being a saviour who proved the fae were as real and wondrous as her stories claimed was there, or he could simply run and let her be eaten, and that would be – while brutal – an end to the problem of her being there…
“Hey June,” He didn’t say if he thought she was out of shape. “You should walk barefoot, if it bothers you so.”
“What? Oh - !” Her question took him off guard, and the messenger jumped back. His look of surprise was quickly overridden by one of irritation, as if the idea of him holding her hand was somehow a slight against him. He huffed, drawing himself up to his full height. Now she had said it his thought had been wandering to the gestures humanity would have considered somewhat romantic – sweeping a human girl off her feet in a whirlwind of an exciting world he wanted nothing but to share. “I was – the fruit – “ indeed he couldn’t lie, but the next best thing was to be blustered into silence.
“Sure June, just take an apple,” he said, covering for his own gaffe with the new opportunity to trick her. Why, had the scent of the fruit been so tantalising it had short circuited the poise he had seen just a few hours ago? He seized the sudden weakness in her demeanour. “How could it hurt? Just a bite…” He picked up a sweet scented pomegranate from the stall and held it up. It had been cracked open, revealing tiny red fruits within. They twinkled like rubies, eye-catchingly beautiful and tempting. Mordecai, amused, tried to draw her in as close as he dared, before his slim fingers wrapped around her shoulder and quickly – but gently - pushed her back.
“Goodness June!” He laughed, breaking the moment. “Have you already forgotten the stories? Of how the fae lure humans? To make them do … anything? Look! The cart is not unguarded!” He pointed, and from the ivy growing on the wall behind it, one of the thick vines swayed, and unfurled itself to be a long, thin, stick-like creature, the majority of its face taken up by compound eyes, topped with curling, twitching antennae. Cai tossed a coin to its waiting hands, but returned the pomegranate to its place on the stall.
Of course, a fruit stall so beautiful and living would not be unguarded. The interest of the creature, and June’s reaction to the scent of the fruit, was alarming. Mordecai quickly tugged her away - he could see the inn’s tall roofline sticking up from the modest shopfronts. While he was still stubbornly telling himself he would part with June when they got there, he seemingly had no intention of doing so.
The inn had a battered sign, paint flaking so the name was barely legible.
Duck Tallow Inn
- Food - Rooms -
Fine Wines & Ales
- Food - Rooms -
Fine Wines & Ales
There had been some benches set up outside the inn, some occupied by an unusual assortment of faces. Some fae, like Mordecai, were recognisably human-like – however while he was seemingly beautiful to the eyes of a mortal, these were hardened, roughened creatures with boils, warts and misshapen faces, backs and limbs. They leered as the two passed by.
Mordecai wondered how close to the Unseelie they had been dropped, for these looked nothing like the folk of the heartlands of the Seelie. It would be a long journey, to find their way back to anything familiar to him. Still, he tried not to dwell on it, as they approached the bar, looking for the innkeep to see if there were rooms available.
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The sweet scent of magic and fruits had slipped into Juniper without the young woman even realizing it. Unaware of her own actions, June raised her hand up to grip Mordecai's own arm in return. The little quip was gone from her mind about holding his hand, and she didn't even notice his flustered response. Instead, her head was slowly tilting backwards towards the cart of tempting fruits. Had she eaten breakfast this morning? No, she can't recall doing so...She was just so hungry, perhaps the fall emptied her stomach magically.
Turning her larger than normal eyes to follow Mordecai, her lips parted a bit as he held up the forbidden fruit. The little rubies of the pomegranate sparkled in her eyes, and it took everything she had to not reach forward in that instant and snatch away a handful. Seeds and all, she'd happily gulp down the crimson jewels. Her dilated eyes flickered up towards Mordecai as he drew her in close, her lips remaining parted, as if she expected him to place the fruit right between them. As he drew her in closer to him, her eyes slowly shut. She was just so hungry, and the fruit smelled so good--
A quick shove sent her stumbling from her daze, her pupils instantly dilating again as they shot open. All at once, her senses returned to her. The pomegranate was still held up for a moment, but there was nothing tantalizing about it now. Cai was laughing and speaking to her, but Juniper wasn't listening. Her ears were ringing, and there was a dull feeling in her toes and fingers. He had tried to trick her! Letting out a loud and frustrated noise after he tossed the coin away, Juniper simply stepped forward and shoved him; Hard.
"You tried to trick me! You're supposed to be the one helping me, you brat!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. She still looked like a madwoman, her hair a mess and her eyes wide. She still allowed him to draw her away from the cart, but she was sure to chew his ear out as they went. "I could of been stolen away, you're awful. I help you in the woods, and this is the return I get? Why, you might as well just shoot me in the heart and sell it to another fae!" She protested, before her gaze flickered over to the creatures sitting on the bench. A loud 'eep' sounded from the girl, before she was firmly gripping Mordecai's hand in her own and drawing herself close to the lanky man. The leering gazes of those seated on the benches was enough to send her skin crawling.
Inside, the young woman was shocked into silence. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped onto Cai, clearly needing to hold something for the time being. He wanted to stay here for the night? She didn't even pay attention to the redcap that popped up behind the counter, who promptly sneered with fangs at Cai.
"Have you brought me a little snack for the night, boy? Mighty fine, though a bit skinny."
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The sweet scent of magic and fruits had slipped into Juniper without the young woman even realizing it. Unaware of her own actions, June raised her hand up to grip Mordecai's own arm in return. The little quip was gone from her mind about holding his hand, and she didn't even notice his flustered response. Instead, her head was slowly tilting backwards towards the cart of tempting fruits. Had she eaten breakfast this morning? No, she can't recall doing so...She was just so hungry, perhaps the fall emptied her stomach magically.
Turning her larger than normal eyes to follow Mordecai, her lips parted a bit as he held up the forbidden fruit. The little rubies of the pomegranate sparkled in her eyes, and it took everything she had to not reach forward in that instant and snatch away a handful. Seeds and all, she'd happily gulp down the crimson jewels. Her dilated eyes flickered up towards Mordecai as he drew her in close, her lips remaining parted, as if she expected him to place the fruit right between them. As he drew her in closer to him, her eyes slowly shut. She was just so hungry, and the fruit smelled so good--
A quick shove sent her stumbling from her daze, her pupils instantly dilating again as they shot open. All at once, her senses returned to her. The pomegranate was still held up for a moment, but there was nothing tantalizing about it now. Cai was laughing and speaking to her, but Juniper wasn't listening. Her ears were ringing, and there was a dull feeling in her toes and fingers. He had tried to trick her! Letting out a loud and frustrated noise after he tossed the coin away, Juniper simply stepped forward and shoved him; Hard.
"You tried to trick me! You're supposed to be the one helping me, you brat!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. She still looked like a madwoman, her hair a mess and her eyes wide. She still allowed him to draw her away from the cart, but she was sure to chew his ear out as they went. "I could of been stolen away, you're awful. I help you in the woods, and this is the return I get? Why, you might as well just shoot me in the heart and sell it to another fae!" She protested, before her gaze flickered over to the creatures sitting on the bench. A loud 'eep' sounded from the girl, before she was firmly gripping Mordecai's hand in her own and drawing herself close to the lanky man. The leering gazes of those seated on the benches was enough to send her skin crawling.
Inside, the young woman was shocked into silence. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped onto Cai, clearly needing to hold something for the time being. He wanted to stay here for the night? She didn't even pay attention to the redcap that popped up behind the counter, who promptly sneered with fangs at Cai.
"Have you brought me a little snack for the night, boy? Mighty fine, though a bit skinny."
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The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Messenger eyed the Red Cap up and down. Its gnarled hands ended in long, dark claws. Clearly, even if this creature had no ill will, it was intimidating despite its size. Cai had never had any squabbles with goblins, they were after all mischievous, but much closer to malice than himself, which made him wary. He drew closer to June, squeezing her hand, trying to be comforting in the face of a far darker kind of creature in this strange new world.
“No. A room for the night, if you will. We will provide you with gold.” His gaze slid to June. Of course, sharing a room was frowned upon in her world, and here it would be seen as strange also. “With a bed appropriate for the lady. I will be sleeping in the barn, if you will permit it.” He watched the creature’s gnarled fingers tap on its record book, running a nail down the list of rooms booked out for the night. Mordecai knew it would be considering.
“I will permit it,” the goblin said quietly, baring its fangs in an intimidating smile. Mordecai’s skin crawled, and he quickly stepped forward, partially obscuring June from its wicked gaze. Cai dropped another few coins on the bar, and in return, a strange looking key – it was wooden, intricately carved. Of course. The fae cannot use iron. “The room is up the stairs. Turn left and follow the hallway to the end. Your door has blossoms painted on it.”
Mordecai was more than happy to lead June away. As they climbed the stairs, he hissed to her. “I think you should lock your door tightly tonight. I do not trust it here, but it is our only choice. And please, stop lamenting your situation so loudly! The vendor heard you before, and I don’t doubt word will travel in a place so small.” Down the call, richly decorated in a strange clash of plants, fabric and wood. They found their door, indeed a spray of intricate blossoms had been painted on the front, although now the paint was flaking slightly.
He opened the door, and turned to leave, only to see a small creature standing in the hallway. It scurried away as soon as it was spotted, and the hair on the back of Cai’s neck prickled. It seemed it was too late for subtlety. “Let us go inside.”
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Feeling Cai shift a bit closer to her, and the grip on her hand tighten, June dared to dart her gaze over to the Red Cap. She quickly sucked in a large breath of air at the gnarled sight in front of her, and she allowed her head to shift behind Cai's shoulders. The tree had been a bit of a shock, as much as anything else was a shock, but the goblin was something more. It was a quick and firm reminder that even if Cai appeared human and kind at times, other creatures were far from it.
Her head turned to the side, and she allowed her gaze to wander over the other patrons lingering about. Her violet eyes were careful to avoid true eye-contact, but she had long ago realized the world she was in. A world that was more or less designed against everything her mortal body had. Another sharp hiss of air escaped the woman, but Cai was starting to tug her away from the smiling creature. If it could even be called a smile.
Moving up the stairs with him, her hand still in grip, June hissed right back to the slim man. "Lamenting? I was hardly lamenting before outside! I complained about being out of shape, which is surely a more life-long situation then this one," she growled out to him, giving his hand a firm squeeze to make her point. A moment later, and she decided to yank her hand away with a slight grunt of disapproval. She had just now realized how tightly she had been gripping onto it, when she barely knew the man. In fact, she was certain she didn't know his actual name. She moved to follow him silently down the eccentric hallway.
When they finally reached the painted door, June just let out a loud sigh this time around. She needed to relax, and hopefully this was the room to do so in. Though by the look on her face a moment later, she had noticed the small creature in the hall. With a paler complexation, she simply nodded her head and slipped into the room. She instantly moved to sit down on the bed, her fingers hiking up her skirts to tug off the slippers on her feet.
"Now what? I can't possibly stay in this world longer than a night, and I have no idea how to get home. You need to show me how you got into our world," she insisted, placing the slippers down neatly at the end of the bed. Standing up and walking over to him, her fingers ran through her hair to pull it over her shoulder. She presented her back to him, before letting out a cough. "Can you untie the top gown? I'm far too hot in this, I'd rather just be in the white under dress."
Even if he didn't move to undo the laces, she continued to speak. "I know how this sort of thing works. You owe me a life-debt for me saving yours, though I don't think I should have to use it. You're clearly not as...nasty, as some of the other fae here." Pausing, she let out a slight laugh. "Fae! I still can't even believe it, I wonder if my body hasn't adjusted yet. I wonder if I've simply gone insane with how quickly I've accepted this, though I'd hardly say I've adjusted," she went on, clearly a talkative girl.
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Feeling Cai shift a bit closer to her, and the grip on her hand tighten, June dared to dart her gaze over to the Red Cap. She quickly sucked in a large breath of air at the gnarled sight in front of her, and she allowed her head to shift behind Cai's shoulders. The tree had been a bit of a shock, as much as anything else was a shock, but the goblin was something more. It was a quick and firm reminder that even if Cai appeared human and kind at times, other creatures were far from it.
Her head turned to the side, and she allowed her gaze to wander over the other patrons lingering about. Her violet eyes were careful to avoid true eye-contact, but she had long ago realized the world she was in. A world that was more or less designed against everything her mortal body had. Another sharp hiss of air escaped the woman, but Cai was starting to tug her away from the smiling creature. If it could even be called a smile.
Moving up the stairs with him, her hand still in grip, June hissed right back to the slim man. "Lamenting? I was hardly lamenting before outside! I complained about being out of shape, which is surely a more life-long situation then this one," she growled out to him, giving his hand a firm squeeze to make her point. A moment later, and she decided to yank her hand away with a slight grunt of disapproval. She had just now realized how tightly she had been gripping onto it, when she barely knew the man. In fact, she was certain she didn't know his actual name. She moved to follow him silently down the eccentric hallway.
When they finally reached the painted door, June just let out a loud sigh this time around. She needed to relax, and hopefully this was the room to do so in. Though by the look on her face a moment later, she had noticed the small creature in the hall. With a paler complexation, she simply nodded her head and slipped into the room. She instantly moved to sit down on the bed, her fingers hiking up her skirts to tug off the slippers on her feet.
"Now what? I can't possibly stay in this world longer than a night, and I have no idea how to get home. You need to show me how you got into our world," she insisted, placing the slippers down neatly at the end of the bed. Standing up and walking over to him, her fingers ran through her hair to pull it over her shoulder. She presented her back to him, before letting out a cough. "Can you untie the top gown? I'm far too hot in this, I'd rather just be in the white under dress."
Even if he didn't move to undo the laces, she continued to speak. "I know how this sort of thing works. You owe me a life-debt for me saving yours, though I don't think I should have to use it. You're clearly not as...nasty, as some of the other fae here." Pausing, she let out a slight laugh. "Fae! I still can't even believe it, I wonder if my body hasn't adjusted yet. I wonder if I've simply gone insane with how quickly I've accepted this, though I'd hardly say I've adjusted," she went on, clearly a talkative girl.
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The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
“Well,” Cai began as they closed the flaking wooden door behind them. He stopped for a moment, taking ‘n the room – like all things of the fae, the room was decorated in an ornate manner that combined nature and the simple comforts of a modern society. The bed was small and neatly made, with a blue and white checkerboard patchwork quilt. The pale blue patches were plain, but the white was decorated in small, swirling illustrations of various wildflowers. There was a coat rack by the door, and a beautiful wreath of dried pinecones and branches that still released a crisp, clean scent of pine into the room.
“Well, it seems you at least have comfortable lodgings for your single night,” he said finally, briefly regretting his choice to sleep in the barn instead of pay for a second room. He watched June, mildly amused by her fretting, until she asked him to touch her. He was instantly taken aback – he had, after all, just been holding her hand – and she squeezing his, but somehow the act of undressing felt extremely invasive! Even if she had invited him to do so…
He still did it, if anything so he could have something to distract him from her continued insistence he owed her a life debt. He pulled them, gently but inexpertly – after all, Cai had little knowledge of clothes, as he managed to twist and knot the laces, and was forced to concentrate on umpicking them while she spoke.
“So June,” Cai asked, innocently. “You saved my life, and I am thankful, but have you not considered my magic inadvertently saved your life? By bringing you through the barrier between? You would have been smashed flat if you had fallen. Well, I do not know if I do owe you a life debt, but I am not going to test it. I do not want you to be here for longer than is necessary, and returned to your family unharmed.”
Cai let out a triumphant “Ah hah!” As he finally untangled the laces of her bodice, and stood up, turning away to examine the view from the window. It looked out onto the emerald green pasture, and he saw a couple of cows grazing in the pasture, their reddish brown coats contrasting with the grass.
“You know, most adults … or even children, would refuse to believe,” Cai said quietly. “But you didn’t. You were hoping it was real. You wouldn’t let it go. And here you are. Vindicated. Of course you are not mad! And it’s so … gratifying … to finally know you have come here.”
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As Cai spoke and undid the laces of her bodice, Juniper let out a harsh gust of air. Why she tied the thing so damn tight every time still eluded her, though she supposed she could chalk it up to force of habit. Her mother used to tie it as tight as possible, so the young girl couldn't wiggle free whenever she ran off into the woods. Now, she simply didn't know how to tie it any other way. As she listened to Cai, however, another scoff sounded.
"Now, I don't think that's true. You were just as surprised as I was when we landed alive in your realm, so something is telling me it was magic beyond your control," she began, her hands moving up to slip the bodice completely off. The formless dress left much to the imagination, given how little it fit her form. It looked more like a sack without the laces on than an actual article of clothing. Tossing the bodice down onto the ground, Juniper moved to sit back on the bed. Pulling her legs up to her chest, her thin legs poked out from the rough cloth.
"I agree I should get home, but you won't wiggle free from my fingers so easily, Cai. Don't think I won't test the life debt once I am safe and sound, it's something..." She paused, her brows furrowing together as her next words became softer. "It's something I need very badly, and only your magic could possibly accomplish." Tilting her head to the side, she watched Cai as he gazed out the window and continued to speak. Her long hair had finally somewhat calmed down, though a lock of the chocolate brown hair stuck to her lips. Not bothering to push it away, Juniper just thought over his words for a few seconds.
Then she continued to think about them a bit longer, and her brows furrowed together. He spoke of her like an old friend, someone he had known of for a long time. She didn't even realize how old Cai was, he could be an immortal fae of thousands of years! Leaping up, June was soon gripping onto his arm and turning him towards her. Her eyes were burning bright now, though her voice betrayed it. It came out soft and meek, as if nervous for the answer.
"H-How long have you known me? How old are you?" She whispered out to him, keeping a harsh grip on his arm. There was a worry in her eye, but a flicker of curiosity. Had he watched her since a babe as a fully grown fae, or did he grow up curious like her, the same age and all?
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As Cai spoke and undid the laces of her bodice, Juniper let out a harsh gust of air. Why she tied the thing so damn tight every time still eluded her, though she supposed she could chalk it up to force of habit. Her mother used to tie it as tight as possible, so the young girl couldn't wiggle free whenever she ran off into the woods. Now, she simply didn't know how to tie it any other way. As she listened to Cai, however, another scoff sounded.
"Now, I don't think that's true. You were just as surprised as I was when we landed alive in your realm, so something is telling me it was magic beyond your control," she began, her hands moving up to slip the bodice completely off. The formless dress left much to the imagination, given how little it fit her form. It looked more like a sack without the laces on than an actual article of clothing. Tossing the bodice down onto the ground, Juniper moved to sit back on the bed. Pulling her legs up to her chest, her thin legs poked out from the rough cloth.
"I agree I should get home, but you won't wiggle free from my fingers so easily, Cai. Don't think I won't test the life debt once I am safe and sound, it's something..." She paused, her brows furrowing together as her next words became softer. "It's something I need very badly, and only your magic could possibly accomplish." Tilting her head to the side, she watched Cai as he gazed out the window and continued to speak. Her long hair had finally somewhat calmed down, though a lock of the chocolate brown hair stuck to her lips. Not bothering to push it away, Juniper just thought over his words for a few seconds.
Then she continued to think about them a bit longer, and her brows furrowed together. He spoke of her like an old friend, someone he had known of for a long time. She didn't even realize how old Cai was, he could be an immortal fae of thousands of years! Leaping up, June was soon gripping onto his arm and turning him towards her. Her eyes were burning bright now, though her voice betrayed it. It came out soft and meek, as if nervous for the answer.
"H-How long have you known me? How old are you?" She whispered out to him, keeping a harsh grip on his arm. There was a worry in her eye, but a flicker of curiosity. Had he watched her since a babe as a fully grown fae, or did he grow up curious like her, the same age and all?
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The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Cai didn’t let his gaze wander back to the girl as she spoke, instead, he focused on appearing calm and unmoved by her words. “Have you ever heard not to test the fae, June?” He asked, finally, his tone dry and also somehow slightly sharp. He drummed his fingernails on the windowsill, feeling the cold leech through the glass and reach for his fingers. Closer to the hallway, the room was warm, vents in the floor belching hot air from somewhere in the middle of the building.
But here, it was cold, and Cai’s demeanour amplified the seeping chill into the room. What a small misfortune that there was a crack in the window that let in just enough cold to feel uncomfortable…
How old are you? He was shaken from his reverie, and Cai felt panic catpaw its way up his back. Yes, how old was he? Would she think him young and foolish? But as his eyes met hers, the panic amplified into something that felt like anxiety mixed with excitement. She knew. A dozen different permutations of his answer rocketed through Cai’s mind – and the hundreds of different ways she could respond. Would she be excited? Angry?
“I am not old, no. I am … twenty four years, born in a deep winter,” Cai took a deep breath. “Have you ever felt … unlucky? But not in some grandiose way? Just … minor. Inconvenient. In ways that feel like there’s a half dozen things that had to go perfectly right for this small inconvenience to … to occur? To you and your family?”
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“No. Remember what sister Juney said. ” The young boy whispered to himself. He had wanted a drink of water and finally had been told there was to be no waking his oldest sister in the night to go downstairs, no matter how afraid of the dark he was. “There’s nothing there!”
Step, step, step. The foot of the stairs, down the hall, into the kitchen… there, the young boy’s eyes widened. Crouched on top of the fire, seemingly warming itself on the last remaining embers – it was such a small misfortune some had fallen out of the stove’s fire pit, and onto the floor, burning little holes in the carpet.
“I knew it!” The boy whispered. “The house does have monsters! JU -”
He was cut off by the thing looking straight at him – a young man – and pressing his finger to his lips. Immediately, the cry died in the young boy’s throat.
“Why young man!” the man whispered. “Do not be afraid. I am merely a traveller, I wanted to warm my bones on the little fire, before I send my messages to your King’s Guard in the big city. Have you been to the big city, my boy?” The boy shook his head, seemingly too frightened to respond. “Well! You would like it there. There are many things – including real knights! Just like the ones in those books you read so carefully!”
The boy did not relax, and as the spindly man stretched and took a step down from the stove, he found his feet, turning tail and flying up the stairs screaming “JUNE! JUNEY! THERE IS A MAN IN THE KITCHEN!”
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Cai offered her a small smile, almost apologetic. “I have known you .. or more accurately, your curiosity. For a long time. I am … unfortunate. And it seeps into the world around me. I am very sorry … for the inconvenience.” He seemed genuinely unhappy about the many tiny misfortunes. “But you… were like a beacon. Curious, and resilient. I never knew if … if you suspected.”
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Relief hit her like a train when he mentioned his age. Only a bit older than her, it seemed. Of course, there was the possibility fae years were completely different from mortal years, but she didn't want to imagine a situation like that. She preferred to imagine him closer to her own age. Her nose scrunched up a bit at his cold demeanor, though it seemed he wasn't the only chilly thing in the room. The temperature had considerably dropped, and June was left wrapping her arms around her body to avoid the seeping bitter air.
Breathing out, June had to contain the shock in her voice upon seeing the air condense in front of her lips. Still, she spoke on. "Surely I've felt a bit unlucky at times, perhaps more than the usual person does. I can't say I felt it more than others, though, my little village is rather unfortunate with it's existence and all. Some people may find themselves feeling exceptionally unlucky." Saying this, Juniper frowned a bit. It was an unhappy thought, clearly.
Stepping forward, June felt her toes curl and the hair on the back of her neck stick up at the freezing wood. Still, she moved closer and closer to Cai until she stood nearly under his nose. Her arms remained crossed under her chest in an attempt to rekindle some warmth, but there was a certain blaze to her eyes. Certainly a familiar sight to Cai at this point, even if only from a distance. She pushed herself up onto her toes for a moment, before a light thump sounded as she dropped back down onto her heels. She was seizing him up in the moment, and recalling past incidents.
Minor inconveniences occurred often in her life, but she had never stopped to think much about them. She was far too busy with everything else that constantly gobbled up her attention, and she chalked up her unlucky day-to-day occurrences to her shabby lifestyle. Breaking faucets, leaking buckets...Was it because of Cai, or was it because of her poor income? Perhaps the supernatural explanation should come as a relief to June, but it just irked her a bit more. His curiosity had likely caused the slight bend in her back, and the ache in her knees. Unintentional or not.
Keeping herself close to him, Juniper simply huffed and raised an eyebrow. "Well, curious Cai. I did suspect much, but I also suspected I was a rather poor woman with a rather large family. I'm sure not all misfortunes were your own, though that begs the question of how often you stuck around," she hummed, before letting out another cold puff of air. "Though I do think you owe me a small answer in return for years of petty misfortunes," she began, and the glint in her violet eyes returned. Despite being tired moments ago, she looked rather lively now.
"Tell me your real first name. Not your last name, no. But I suspect Cai isn't all, no?"
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Relief hit her like a train when he mentioned his age. Only a bit older than her, it seemed. Of course, there was the possibility fae years were completely different from mortal years, but she didn't want to imagine a situation like that. She preferred to imagine him closer to her own age. Her nose scrunched up a bit at his cold demeanor, though it seemed he wasn't the only chilly thing in the room. The temperature had considerably dropped, and June was left wrapping her arms around her body to avoid the seeping bitter air.
Breathing out, June had to contain the shock in her voice upon seeing the air condense in front of her lips. Still, she spoke on. "Surely I've felt a bit unlucky at times, perhaps more than the usual person does. I can't say I felt it more than others, though, my little village is rather unfortunate with it's existence and all. Some people may find themselves feeling exceptionally unlucky." Saying this, Juniper frowned a bit. It was an unhappy thought, clearly.
Stepping forward, June felt her toes curl and the hair on the back of her neck stick up at the freezing wood. Still, she moved closer and closer to Cai until she stood nearly under his nose. Her arms remained crossed under her chest in an attempt to rekindle some warmth, but there was a certain blaze to her eyes. Certainly a familiar sight to Cai at this point, even if only from a distance. She pushed herself up onto her toes for a moment, before a light thump sounded as she dropped back down onto her heels. She was seizing him up in the moment, and recalling past incidents.
Minor inconveniences occurred often in her life, but she had never stopped to think much about them. She was far too busy with everything else that constantly gobbled up her attention, and she chalked up her unlucky day-to-day occurrences to her shabby lifestyle. Breaking faucets, leaking buckets...Was it because of Cai, or was it because of her poor income? Perhaps the supernatural explanation should come as a relief to June, but it just irked her a bit more. His curiosity had likely caused the slight bend in her back, and the ache in her knees. Unintentional or not.
Keeping herself close to him, Juniper simply huffed and raised an eyebrow. "Well, curious Cai. I did suspect much, but I also suspected I was a rather poor woman with a rather large family. I'm sure not all misfortunes were your own, though that begs the question of how often you stuck around," she hummed, before letting out another cold puff of air. "Though I do think you owe me a small answer in return for years of petty misfortunes," she began, and the glint in her violet eyes returned. Despite being tired moments ago, she looked rather lively now.
"Tell me your real first name. Not your last name, no. But I suspect Cai isn't all, no?"
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The rabid rabbit bites!
Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Mordecai’s lips quirked downwards as June described her town. He had felt it before as he stalked the pathways, and for a moment – the fear that he had brought the sad, deep seeping ill luck into the town. Surely the touch of the Unseelie had not been so powerful it had clung to him well into the human realm?
Had he brought the lethargy, the discomfort? The feeling that good luck was lost, and the ill luck was inevitable. He hoped not – and it made him even more stubbornly resistant to returning to the town – just in case he made it worse. He withered under her gaze, as she sized him up, as she evaluated and considered her best opportunity to get him to bend to her will. Something, like a horse resistant to carrying a rider, he bucked the pressure from her to simply return – return for something he still couldn’t quite grasp needing.
“Often,” he told her. Unable to lie, he gave her the chance to be tempted by blunt, honest truth. A rare and powerful tool in the fae, underlined by Cai’s want to share – somehow – with her that he had wanted to be close. To her. He had wanted to for such a long time. And indeed, she was standing so close, leaning into his space, crackling his aura with her mortality.
His breath caught in his throat. He could see the flash in her violet eyes. He was resistant to her. How could he think straight when she was so close, so warm and so wonderfully human? The smell of her invaded his senses. He began to panic internally, the old writings were right – humans were dangerous. The flickered and sparked with the power to break fundamental rules of the Fae. Explosive like their lives, which flickered in and out of existence.
And so, this was how she found the most infuriating part of Cai. That, when he could not lie. When the questions were as direct and unable to be talked around, he simply refused.
“Oh June. You are right. Cai isn’t all of it.” he began, taking a deep, shaking breath. He took solace in knowing that she probably thought his tremors, his tightening voice was because he had been cornered, and not simply because being so close to her short-circuited his mind. “I won’t tell you that.”
The moment broke, and Cai stumbled backwards, drawing in a deep breath. She had cast a spell on him, surely! He frowned, suddenly annoyed with himself for getting into this mess. He huffed, frustrated. With her? With himself? He wasn’t sure. “Well while you’re trying to make my life difficult for me, I’m going to look for a way to get you back to the otherworld. Since that’s the most important thing right now. And part of that is you remaining safe while I ask around for transport into the city so we can get to the Needle. Stay put, June. For your sake and mine.”
Cai left quickly, closing the door and bolting down the hall before collapsing against the wall around the corner and out of sight. He lifted his shirt, examining the mottled bruise June’s angry shove had left on his chest, wondering how strong she had been to leave it there – or, more likely, if the mortality in her had damaged him somehow.
Oh well. Time to find a horse. Or a cart. All my money from the last job is gone already! Cai lamented to himself, setting out into the chilly evening.
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Even if Juniper was completely out of her element at the moment, she felt a twinge of satisfaction at making Cai squirm under her gaze.
It wasn't that she enjoyed this sort of thing-- Making others uncomfortable and all. It was the small fact that she could do such a thing to something as immortal and powerful as Cai. In this world, she was weaker than the bugs she flicked from the windowsill. Nothing but a pest, even more so with her short lifespan. Her violet eyes darted down to his throat, watching the air get caught right before it left his lips. Had the simple question truly caught him off guard? Perhaps dealing with fae wasn't as impossible as she thought it was.
For Cai, June was completely unaware of what she was doing to him. She had no idea she even had a scent, though the crisp forest smell that rolled off her was only slightly off-put by the sweet orange she sometimes dabbed behind her ears. It lingered, the sticky fruit clinging to the young woman. Her lips curled upward in a slight smirk as he confirmed her belief that the name he gave her wasn't all, but it was quickly replaced by a frown as he simply refused to answer such a thing. The moment he stumbled away from her, June found herself taking a few steps back. Was she too cocky? Perhaps, perhaps...
"Well, I'm not trying to make your life difficult!" She huffed out to him as he darted from the room like a startled fish, before huffing loudly again and stepping forward to rest against the window. With the push of her finger, she opened it up to let the sweet breeze roll in. Bracing her elbows against the old wooden sill, June simply closed her eyes and pressed her chin into her palm. Where had that small bout of confidence come from? She had been shaking in her boots before from the creatures downstairs, but maybe she was going insane here in that short amount of time. After all, she was surrounded by people who looked like sticks and trees that talked. Still, the more she thought about it, the more normal it became. She always knew fae were real, so perhaps she wasn't as surprised as others. Goodness knows the girls in her town would have a heart attack just looking at the creatures here.
Besides Cai, of course. They'd probably fix their skirts and whisper to each other about the handsome young man. Scoffing to herself, June spun a lock of hair around her finger. That was just the thing. He was too perfect, too inhumane. She couldn't find a flaw on him, and it was almost a bit disturbing. Meanwhile, her face was smattered with freckles and scars puckered her skin here and there. Her nose was a bit crooked from when she broke it as a child, and she was certain one arm was a bit longer than the other. But those little imperfections grounded her. Kept her from becoming full of herself. Fae were well known for their vanity, but Cai didn't seem too bothered by it.
As June rested in the sill, she didn't notice the creature slink up under the window in the shadows. She didn't hear the careful knife as he carved away the skin of a fruit, the delicate aroma reaching her seconds later. But when her eyes opened up once again, her pupils had become promptly dilated. Large likes ovals, her body gracefully tilted forward and out of the window without a sound. Her dresses fluttered around her, but she didn't hit the ground. Instead, she was caught in the arms of the fae. A moment later, a bit of fruit was slipped between her lips.
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As night came through the town, lanterns lit themselves and new creatures began to slink around. Men with the lower half of goats, and girls with skin as hard and leathery as bark. There was laughing among each other, music filling the little square. The fae were dancing with each other, but most were focused on the spectacle in the center of it all. A lanky man was spinning a young woman around, his clawed hands careful to rip at her dress every time she came back into his arms. His lips were pulled back in a vicious grin, showing off hundreds of needle-thin teeth. No pupils were seen in his black eyes, leaving the night to reflect in them.
As for the young girl, it was none other than Juniper. Her bare feet were already turning red with blisters, but the blank look on her visage suggested she wasn't truly there as she danced and danced with the creature. Her hair was wild and free, spinning with herself whenever she moved through the crowds, always to return to her guide. A old liquid leaked from the corner of her lips, an indication of the fruit she had been fed. Even if the young woman wanted to stop dancing and continue to gorge herself on the sweet delights, she was unable to. Until someone pulled her away, June would continue to dance and dance, even if her feet began to bled.
Though it looked like the creature was planning something before that occurred. Her dress was filled with little rips at this point, and fae were howling with laughter. The sight was almost like a circus to them, watching the poor human slowly become clothed in rags and dirt.
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Even if Juniper was completely out of her element at the moment, she felt a twinge of satisfaction at making Cai squirm under her gaze.
It wasn't that she enjoyed this sort of thing-- Making others uncomfortable and all. It was the small fact that she could do such a thing to something as immortal and powerful as Cai. In this world, she was weaker than the bugs she flicked from the windowsill. Nothing but a pest, even more so with her short lifespan. Her violet eyes darted down to his throat, watching the air get caught right before it left his lips. Had the simple question truly caught him off guard? Perhaps dealing with fae wasn't as impossible as she thought it was.
For Cai, June was completely unaware of what she was doing to him. She had no idea she even had a scent, though the crisp forest smell that rolled off her was only slightly off-put by the sweet orange she sometimes dabbed behind her ears. It lingered, the sticky fruit clinging to the young woman. Her lips curled upward in a slight smirk as he confirmed her belief that the name he gave her wasn't all, but it was quickly replaced by a frown as he simply refused to answer such a thing. The moment he stumbled away from her, June found herself taking a few steps back. Was she too cocky? Perhaps, perhaps...
"Well, I'm not trying to make your life difficult!" She huffed out to him as he darted from the room like a startled fish, before huffing loudly again and stepping forward to rest against the window. With the push of her finger, she opened it up to let the sweet breeze roll in. Bracing her elbows against the old wooden sill, June simply closed her eyes and pressed her chin into her palm. Where had that small bout of confidence come from? She had been shaking in her boots before from the creatures downstairs, but maybe she was going insane here in that short amount of time. After all, she was surrounded by people who looked like sticks and trees that talked. Still, the more she thought about it, the more normal it became. She always knew fae were real, so perhaps she wasn't as surprised as others. Goodness knows the girls in her town would have a heart attack just looking at the creatures here.
Besides Cai, of course. They'd probably fix their skirts and whisper to each other about the handsome young man. Scoffing to herself, June spun a lock of hair around her finger. That was just the thing. He was too perfect, too inhumane. She couldn't find a flaw on him, and it was almost a bit disturbing. Meanwhile, her face was smattered with freckles and scars puckered her skin here and there. Her nose was a bit crooked from when she broke it as a child, and she was certain one arm was a bit longer than the other. But those little imperfections grounded her. Kept her from becoming full of herself. Fae were well known for their vanity, but Cai didn't seem too bothered by it.
As June rested in the sill, she didn't notice the creature slink up under the window in the shadows. She didn't hear the careful knife as he carved away the skin of a fruit, the delicate aroma reaching her seconds later. But when her eyes opened up once again, her pupils had become promptly dilated. Large likes ovals, her body gracefully tilted forward and out of the window without a sound. Her dresses fluttered around her, but she didn't hit the ground. Instead, she was caught in the arms of the fae. A moment later, a bit of fruit was slipped between her lips.
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As night came through the town, lanterns lit themselves and new creatures began to slink around. Men with the lower half of goats, and girls with skin as hard and leathery as bark. There was laughing among each other, music filling the little square. The fae were dancing with each other, but most were focused on the spectacle in the center of it all. A lanky man was spinning a young woman around, his clawed hands careful to rip at her dress every time she came back into his arms. His lips were pulled back in a vicious grin, showing off hundreds of needle-thin teeth. No pupils were seen in his black eyes, leaving the night to reflect in them.
As for the young girl, it was none other than Juniper. Her bare feet were already turning red with blisters, but the blank look on her visage suggested she wasn't truly there as she danced and danced with the creature. Her hair was wild and free, spinning with herself whenever she moved through the crowds, always to return to her guide. A old liquid leaked from the corner of her lips, an indication of the fruit she had been fed. Even if the young woman wanted to stop dancing and continue to gorge herself on the sweet delights, she was unable to. Until someone pulled her away, June would continue to dance and dance, even if her feet began to bled.
Though it looked like the creature was planning something before that occurred. Her dress was filled with little rips at this point, and fae were howling with laughter. The sight was almost like a circus to them, watching the poor human slowly become clothed in rags and dirt.
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Mordecai - the Messenger
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
The Devil | spuɐM ɟo ʇɥƃᴉuʞ | Knight of Cups
Cai had made a beeline for the marketplace crush, where a handful of fae ponies had been placed for sale. He had intended to purchase one, ride it to the city and then sell it on at a loss, given there was always demand for the moor ponies as beasts of burden.
But seeing the ponies up close, he was hesitant to undertake the task of handling them. They were all very surly in appearance, and far too small for Cai to be carried comfortably for any stretch – and truthfully, he could see his Unseelie misfortune finding some way to get such a pony to spook, and carry Juniper off should she dare to sit on their broad brown backs. While the idea what amusing to him, he did not wish ill of her.
“I fear I have rethought my decision, the traveller accompanying me … and myself … are not much for riding, and these seem to be very … strong willed ponies,” he had explained apologetically to the stable man, who simply sighed and spat, clearly uninterested in any pithy explanations now he knew there was no money to be made off Cai, who left feeling a little foolish for his attempts to hasten his travels with June.
It was now dark, the sun having lazily descended below the horizon some time ago, and Cai nodded curtly to the lamp lighter as she hurried from lamp to lamp, mounted on a tiny rat nimble enough to traverse railings and ledges. Cai sighed, exhaling mist that bloomed white under the lamplight. Their only other option was a stagecoach. Hollyford seemed small, but not so small it may not lie along a trade route, and the evening markets may well be a way for him to find out what was out there for them to make use of.
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So it came to be, Mordecai found himself talking to a burly hunter who stared down at the messenger, arms crossed, leering around a toothpick at Cai. He had just managed to talk the giant man into giving them a ride on his wagon to the fae city centre, for the last of the gold in Cai’s pocket.
“Thank you sir, we will be here at daybr…” Cai was cut off by a sudden crescendo of whooping and hollering in the market square. Between the crowd, he saw a flash of June’s shapeless dress and swirling, tangled hair. Immediately, he found himself pushing past the hunter. “Daybreak! Here!” He called over his shoulder as he ran forwards, pushing thorugh the crowd to that formed a primitive perimeter for the dark, unseelie goblins that grabbed and pulled the dancing girl every which way.
Cai was pushed back in the crush as the crowd roared. He could tell she was … drugged, or something. Or simply fed some … fruit … she was suggestible, what had they done to her? He pushed forward anew, scrambling over the gnarled hunched back of a hooting fae hag.
“GET OFF HER,” he snarled, running into the centre of the ring, pulling the whirling ringleader off of June as he had been poised to bite down on her neck in a final sweep of some heinous sanguine waltz. June fell to the ground, helpless under the influence of the fae fruit.
Before he knew it, Cai had unleashed his anger on the creature, landing a savage punch in his jaw, sending the creature sprawling, scrambling to get away as he brought a boot down square between its shoulders, smashing its face into the town square’s cobblestones.
“LEAVE BEFORE I DECIDE TO DO WORSE,” He kicked out at another fae that had crept forward to examine June’s sprawled, limp form. It squaled, and ran into the crowd, which stood, staring with baited breath. “All of you, get out of here, crawl home to momma!” He hissed. The crowd dispersed quickly, and soon it was only his heavy breathing shooting clouds of mist into the cold, dark night air.
He knelt. “June, June are you alive? Please, we must get you into the warmth. Can you walk? Please – “ his voice was getting more frantic. “Speak to me…”
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To June, the entire world was one beautiful blur. Lights flashed across her eyes rapidly, but her body felt like molasses as she spun across the cobbled stones. How long had she been dancing? A few minutes, an hour? To her, everything was sending flurries of joy straight down her spine and to her toes. She was giddy in the head, though she couldn't get her face to move. A sweet burn was lingering on her tongue, pleasant and painful at the same time. Wasn't she supposed to be staying somewhere? She couldn't remember, just couldn't remember...
A pain was starting to build in her feet as she cut the sole of her foot on a stone, but she couldn't stop dancing. No, she was being spun around and around and the lights were growing too bright. She wanted to stop, she needed to stop dancing. But another voice was whispering to her to keep going, and it kept winning over her own senses. Why won't her feet stop? Has she no control over her own body? Flashes of hurt popped up over her body each time the fae slashed into her gown, her skin an unwilling victim underneath. Who was she supposed to be waiting for again? June tried to recall his face as she continued to throw herself in the dance, but she could get flashes in her mind.
Dark hair, a sly grin. Silvery accessories and lanky limbs. What was his name again? Shouldn't he be here to stop this? She wanted to stop dancing, the ache in her feet was becoming worse and her body felt sore. She was tired and cold, too cold. June could feel hands wrapping around her waist to dip her, but they felt all wrong. The nails were too long, and they weren't warm. Freezing cold, in fact. Her lips parted silently into an 'O,' still caked in the golden juice of the fruit like some macabre lipstick.
Suddenly, the lights all snapped into place. Her body hit the hard cobble floor, and a gasp of air brought the girl back to her senses. She was still dizzy, but now she could wiggle her fingers and blink her eyes. The sky was dark above her, and blurs of light twinkle at the edges of her vision. It all rushed back to her in flashes, leaving June incapacitated on the ground.
The inn room, the open window. She had fallen from the still without even a sound, and right into the arms of a waiting fae. She hadn't even resisted the fruit that was slid between her lips, and soon she was dancing the night away with the creature. Breezes of air stirred her torn dress, and she slowly moved her arm to cover her bosom just in case. Her body was stinging with cuts, and there was a pounding ache in her feet as she rested there.
Cai, where was Cai? Someone was screaming and yelling, but she couldn't make sense of their words just yet. Though, a figure soon dipped into her vision. Fuzzy for a moment, it took a few seconds for her violet eyes to focus on the features of her unseelie guide. He was speaking to her, but she was only able to decipher his tone as frantic. As her own eyes searched his, she was almost shocked to see the worry on his face. Was he really that concerned?
Coughing a bit, she reached her free hand up and loosely tugged on his shoulder. Another cough sounded, before she pulled him down close to her face. Her breath reeked of the sweet fae fruit and blood, but her voice was hoarse and tired.
"I-If you would, I need something to cover up. I-I seem to be bleeding and my dress is torn," she whispered to him, before slowly shifting her eyes back to his. They had been watching his mouth, but now she wanted to see his reaction. Despite seeming battered and bruised, she was aware of her surroundings and seemingly conscious.
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To June, the entire world was one beautiful blur. Lights flashed across her eyes rapidly, but her body felt like molasses as she spun across the cobbled stones. How long had she been dancing? A few minutes, an hour? To her, everything was sending flurries of joy straight down her spine and to her toes. She was giddy in the head, though she couldn't get her face to move. A sweet burn was lingering on her tongue, pleasant and painful at the same time. Wasn't she supposed to be staying somewhere? She couldn't remember, just couldn't remember...
A pain was starting to build in her feet as she cut the sole of her foot on a stone, but she couldn't stop dancing. No, she was being spun around and around and the lights were growing too bright. She wanted to stop, she needed to stop dancing. But another voice was whispering to her to keep going, and it kept winning over her own senses. Why won't her feet stop? Has she no control over her own body? Flashes of hurt popped up over her body each time the fae slashed into her gown, her skin an unwilling victim underneath. Who was she supposed to be waiting for again? June tried to recall his face as she continued to throw herself in the dance, but she could get flashes in her mind.
Dark hair, a sly grin. Silvery accessories and lanky limbs. What was his name again? Shouldn't he be here to stop this? She wanted to stop dancing, the ache in her feet was becoming worse and her body felt sore. She was tired and cold, too cold. June could feel hands wrapping around her waist to dip her, but they felt all wrong. The nails were too long, and they weren't warm. Freezing cold, in fact. Her lips parted silently into an 'O,' still caked in the golden juice of the fruit like some macabre lipstick.
Suddenly, the lights all snapped into place. Her body hit the hard cobble floor, and a gasp of air brought the girl back to her senses. She was still dizzy, but now she could wiggle her fingers and blink her eyes. The sky was dark above her, and blurs of light twinkle at the edges of her vision. It all rushed back to her in flashes, leaving June incapacitated on the ground.
The inn room, the open window. She had fallen from the still without even a sound, and right into the arms of a waiting fae. She hadn't even resisted the fruit that was slid between her lips, and soon she was dancing the night away with the creature. Breezes of air stirred her torn dress, and she slowly moved her arm to cover her bosom just in case. Her body was stinging with cuts, and there was a pounding ache in her feet as she rested there.
Cai, where was Cai? Someone was screaming and yelling, but she couldn't make sense of their words just yet. Though, a figure soon dipped into her vision. Fuzzy for a moment, it took a few seconds for her violet eyes to focus on the features of her unseelie guide. He was speaking to her, but she was only able to decipher his tone as frantic. As her own eyes searched his, she was almost shocked to see the worry on his face. Was he really that concerned?
Coughing a bit, she reached her free hand up and loosely tugged on his shoulder. Another cough sounded, before she pulled him down close to her face. Her breath reeked of the sweet fae fruit and blood, but her voice was hoarse and tired.
"I-If you would, I need something to cover up. I-I seem to be bleeding and my dress is torn," she whispered to him, before slowly shifting her eyes back to his. They had been watching his mouth, but now she wanted to see his reaction. Despite seeming battered and bruised, she was aware of her surroundings and seemingly conscious.
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