i am the light

that creates the shadows character blog for children of athoria rp

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Past Monsters Lurk Here|| Constantine&Sinder

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sinder-fallenfae:

Something was wrong. After so many years working for the Circle of Light, any sign on his heart of problems, he started to prepare himself or a battle. Soon, the connections started to be stated: First, this looked to real to be the truth. Second, he was still wearing his normal clothes from the Elysian Gardens, what it means that probably he was in one of the Realms. Third and the worst one, if Sinder was at the Dream Realms, anyone could invade his dream and change it. “Remy! How it’s everything. Are you sure it’s okay?” the fae asked, trying to assure that actually, those thoughts were just a silly experience, that could be easily vanished from his mind. They were still far away, keeping a distance from whom he turned to be, and this was painful, but a reality that could not be denied. He was rejected, and could also happen in dreams.

He looked away, ashamed of himself, involved by a dozen of emotions, without realizing that the place started to change. His heart started to pound, returned to see Remy, in a very dark way. Like was a dark monster, with all the judgment of who he turned to be. Feeling unable to speak any more words, soon what was beautiful and pretty turned to be ugly and violent, without anything that could bring joy. The voice, nothing compared to his beloved sister was the pitch. With a blink of an eye, and still working on controlling his emotions, Sinder wanted to see more, and probably who was in there. “Why don’t you do that? You have power. Could destroy anything, including the Circle of the Light.”

That last words were tempting. A little taste of his corruption showing off and WHAT WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPENED. Soon, the worried side of his emotions would fade away, it was just time for this happened “Tell me, Remy, how you will destroy them.” With a sarcastic smile, moving his fingers while playing with some magic. “I could kill you now, if it is you, what I actually don’t believe it is. Why don’t you reveal to me who you really are, and I can help you to first destroy yourself… and all will be destroyed.” Still not knowing if could see the reality of the situation, Sinder was in a hard position. His good side was trying again to take over, but the darkness could be a delicious temptation that if it was a dark fae ou Dijin, he would be dead shortly.

“I know how to get so much power-- you can’t...even imagine what I could do to Earth... what I could do to this universe,” Constantine words slurred as the sludge coated his lips, and his tongue darted out instinctively to remove it, tasting ash and death burst in flavors not understood against it. It racked a shiver over his form, his chin dipping down until it struck his chest where the muscles seized and stole any breath. This place wasn’t right and his conscious throbbed to produce an echo of truth to remove the distorted layers.

The words almost sounded familiar, like someone of the Circle were whispering them in his head behind the tomb. Whispers turned into more darkness. Time bent and shifted for so long while he was imprisoned that Constantine only knew its passing from those conversations, the prodding for information that made his mind muddied in invasion-- and his brother-- his brave brother who eventually saved him. Violet eyes burned through the tar, lifting up until it met the other. Constantine shifted his weight, lifted up to his clawed feet where he pushed up and yanked against the chains fastened to his wrists with a loud bang of metal. 

Wings, midnight in feathers and shimmering in purple and blue stardust exploded out with enough force to blast a radius of tar across the room. 

“You know...” his form shifted off of Remy, and upon the blackness came an unfamiliar visage. One that mocked that of a harpy, crow features and distorted human anatomy. His tongue clicked, and his body disjointed in a forced twitch that rattled the chains. “My soulmate spoke such words to me once... awaited my death because he knew what it meant of my escape. And you, wow... you are beautiful. Is that the truth in this? What you say is directed at me, but I think you are only saying what you want.”

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Meddling Affairs || Constantine & Remy

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remy-fae:

Could the answer be sitting there right in front of her the whole time? It was rather odd for one person to just disappear completely and no one have any trace of her at all. Almost everyone in this entire country was out looking for her yet they did not have one clue to go on. No one had seen anything. It all sounded nearly impossible.

Maybe somehow the idea that the Circle took her wasn’t so far fetched. Remy had heard about them doing much worse things. Frankly a lot of what the Circle did was done in the shadows, left only up to the imagination. But none of it was good.

“I have been looking around in as many places as I could. Places that would be unusal. The portals have been a great help in searching.” Remy told him. Still the idea that somehow the Circle could be part of this was still sticking in her mind, she couldn’t shake the thought loose. “I haven’t searched the Realm.” she admitted. Maybe that should have been the first place to look when this all happened but deep down maybe she didn’t want it to be true. Though hopefully it wasn’t and she was worrying about nothing. But how could see look Nathaniel in the eye and tell him that it was her kind’s fault for the disappearance of his mother. The fae just hoped it would never come to that.

Blue eyes searched towards the horizon where the castle sat. She had come here to talk to Nathaniel but maybe that wasn’t the best plan yet, now with this new information. “I had wanted to talk to the king but maybe….” she trailed off as she began thinking through what she should do next. “I could search the realm for her though. Perhaps that would be better if I did. I don’t know who else would do it.” she resigned before giving a small smile. “There is probably nothing to worry about but good to check anyways.”

Constantine felt a longing to see his old home overwhelm him irrationally. He had planned his words carefully to allude that out of all the evidence he’s collected-- it seemed clear she had been taken off Earth. Not that they knew this for sure, but it was effortless to blame the Circle of Light for stealing a soul. He watched her brain work between them, noticing little changes in her expressions and taking note of how she would typically handle a situation that involved their world.

“The worry likely will come from the wrath of a human King,” Constantine’s lips twitched and almost cruelly shifted. He wanted King Nathaniel to lose it; he wanted to see what he could do with all this power at his fingertips. Humanity could be so destructive when they wanted to be-- what was in store for the future seemed chaotic and the perfect place for a Fae like Constantine to be. He had been in the chamber when King Nathaniel expressed taking innocent lives until he got substantial evidence and how delightful it was to witness every person in the room express their feelings about it.

“What I find amusing,” he dampened his lips, just enough to break the dark expression on his face that he was enjoying this too much. “Is that people of Earth will always quantify loved ones souls to be more priceless than others. We the Fae operate in souls for energy, and there are rare forms when a soul is visually worth more than others. Not that anyone else could see that except-- well the divine or fiend. So, I ask this...”

Constantine chuckled. “Maybe what we need to help the King is some soul power, maybe we should speak to creatures who also deal with souls for energy,” his eyes seemed to glint in mischief. “Have you ever been to the Hell Realm?”

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Past Monsters Lurk Here|| Constantine&Sinder

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sinder-fallenfae:

Since Sinder was little, he always imagined about the Dream Realm. When the training for the Circle of Light started, going to each one of the Realms, learn about them, how to open and close were the best experience he could ever have. Sometimes, when the time and situation were calm and he was off of his job, he would sleep to get to there. Just to see all the amazing things that land created just for him. However, after the corruption and he was a fallen fae, things were in a totally different direction. He tried to not get there, fearing to never return, with all his desperate desires and wishes now are vanished away while he was trying to fit in his new condition. And since then, it was the rare opportunities to visit again, being able to “see” parents, life, and also the billions of “what if” that still circle his mind.

That night, he was too tired to try to create an environment where the corruption would not take care of his body. After days working very hard on one part of the garden, where seemed to be losing some flowers daily, rest looked to be a great idea. Soon his eyes closed, the body relaxed and he was sucked into a deep and unconscious state of sleep. It was not necessarily more than minutes for him has his eyes completely immerse in something dense. “Where am I?” He asked, looking around, without being able to recognize what was very similar to where his parents lived. Sinder realized that his clothes were still the same: dark, with not so much detail like the other fae, but still pretty.

A signal of alert to that warrior was sent to his heart, preparing himself for anything that could be happening. Although, it had been so long since he had a chance to actually dream, to permit see things in a realistic way. He gave a step forward, still scared of what it could result before Remy showed up with a smile after his parents. “Remy!”

Remy? The name burned through him like a lashing, and Constantine’s subconscious couldn’t grapple that their dreams were overlapping. In the realm his form was that of a crow, he always had ebony wings, and a hard mask on his face that gave him a mock beak and accented his violet eyes. In the magical prison, he could barely make himself the size of a real crow, the magic enough to keep him alive but not maintain any form for long. But right now, he was in a hybrid blend of forms, and he was heavy and damp in what felt like resin. The blackness reached up and tangled with all of his joints. Tugging awful on his elbow, and behind his knees to keep him trapped in the dark.

The room bled as he watched the place of his prison change into a house, and a feeling in his gut pulled him entirely into the others dream without Constantine knowing it. Confusion marred him as his knees struck the seemingly hard surface of the floor in the house, and the jolt of the familiar face of Remy had his form changing. The feeling in this subconscious seemed tormented-- almost tainted in emotions that they might have kept buried deep because Constantine’s frame shifted not into anything beautiful but ugly, frightening like it was visually becoming the darkness within this others soul.

The tar dripped from his wings as he rose, the substance smeared all his hair down and slipped down the hard mask secured to his face, and splattered on his chest and the floor. His breaths staggered at the forced transformation from the others mind, the cuffs of magic from his dreams remained latched in shadowed visuals.

“I’ll destroy her,” he said, huffed-- desperately released while he pulled on the chains. The words come out without a filter, and though this was within the dream realm without Constantine realizing it, it was true to his conscious. “The moment I am free--” his violet eyes stood out creepily to the tar covering most of his face. “I will destroy them all.”  

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Past Monsters Lurk Here|| Constantine&Sinder

@sinder-fallenfae Dream Realm

The Dream Realm was always a place of horror for Constantine. They often tried to take potions of magic or slip into a meditative state to rest over falling asleep entirely. This realm reminded him of the eternal darkness of their tomb-- the prison with no light, no magic, nothing to the senses and the lack of all control. It was the temptation that lured out the worse in him while he dreamed, showed him reflections of old lives that were once happy and often forced them into the minds of people who could reveal their ideas and secrets for the Circle of Light if they were skillful enough.

Tonight, Constantine’s mind was exhausted from working with the Bloodhawks. The King had announced he was willing to take innocent lives in front of his most trusted council members and Constantine couldn’t have been more proud. He loved the drama this was all stirring, he wanted more-- to see how far King Nathaniel was willing to go with his ideas and agendas. Humans provided such entertainment that Constantine forgot could be so much fun.

When they settled into the garden room of his home, Constantine laid back on a soft knotted rug, head cushioned on a pillow. The stars above through the glass ceiling had his mind drifting into other periods on time sometimes forgotten, able to pinpoint the ones he made-- and wondering if they were still alive or if Earth hadn’t seen their destruction yet. His eyes closed, and his body relaxed, and before he could stop it, he was sleeping.

When he opened his eyes, the darkness was all that was there. It pressed in every direction, seemed to slip down his throat when he inhaled. Panic was almost instant-- but when he turned his head, he noticed the faintest light in color. A fae orb? A lantern? A sun? Constantine pushed up from the black sludge, feathers from his crow wings dripped the tar-like substance, and tears of sanguine fell down his cheeks and against his chest from the vine of thorns wrapped against his forehead. His chest heaved as the darkness cuffed in heavyweights to his wrists, chains tugged him to his knees-- but he kept looking at the light that shouldn't be there.

“What are you doing here?” they spoke out loud. Constantine closed their eyes, and when he opened them, he wasn’t in the darkness anymore-- but somewhere else entirely.

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Meddling Affairs || Constantine & Remy

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remy-fae:

Remy was not ashamed to say that she was happy to be in the presence of the mysterious fae again. Even now he gave off such a presence that she was glad she could be apart in. The two of them together must have been a sight, because Remy could feel eyes on them as they passed. The very same people who had been avoiding anyone’s haze dared to take a look over at the two faes together. Truthfully it probably wasn’t hard to miss the pair. For some fae’s standards, Remy’s dress was far more subdued than most. The light green fabric had a slight luster to it depending on how she moved. Soft blue and red embroidered flowers seemed to cascade down the dress in an effortless fashion. The dark cloak hugged against her. She looked as if she had stepped out of nature itself or as if spring had come into this cold winter’s day. For Remy there was almost a feeling of comfort being next to the shimmering fae. A feeling of back home in the realm, a sense of familiarity. Something she oddly didn’t know she longed for.

“Thankful to see me? Now why would that be?” she asked him. It didn’t surprise her that news of the Queen Mother’s disappearance had reached him. Unaware of his job back at the castle, she assumed he had learned like most of them had. “Well if you are so good at finding things then maybe we are destined to save the day again and it will be crazy and glorious once more” Remy smiled.

After that day in the forest, Remy had not told anyone of what happened. Honestly she was still trying to figure that out herself. Who Crow was and what he wanted. Her magic seemed to flare up around him or he was able to pull more of it from her. She had no idea which it was.

In the back of her mind she felt a small red flag go up at his next question, but she quickly brushed it off. Everyone was just looking for the Queen, it wasn’t a bad thing to ask. “I am not sure Crow. I mean sure it’s possible but what good would come from that if the circle did take her? Also what benefit would they have to gain from that.” she said. “And I’ve been watching the portals….well….as well as I can be. Still, the Circle doesn’t tell everyone anything. They keep more secrets than I would care to count.”

Constantine laughed a pretty sound at what she said about them. They couldn’t deny that it was delightful to imagine them always saving the day, two faes who had no business being here on Earth the front guardians to stop the world from ending. Constantine couldn’t imagine why Remy was so keen on being naive to what was transpiring around them. This world, all these choices the humans were making, and the detailed ones of her clan that no one understood without great insight, were slowly causing an unbalance. It would tilt back, and what would come of that moment Constantine was extremely curious too.

“Naturally,” he sighed, playing up that he was giving up on his endeavors of prodding for Circle of Light business when he wasn’t. “I can’t imagine what would happen though if they had done this on purpose. Kings-- humans, in general, can hold a mighty grudge. King Nathaniel has been focused on forming powerful relations, from the Midnight Congregation to The Magic Guild, even Anshega is on their side.”

He scratched at his face gently in thought; the King honestly has every fraction on this continent at his feet in some way or another-- all except the Circle. Would King Nathaniel be rash enough to raise arms against the Fae should it prove right they took his Mother? Constantine could almost set it up to look that way just to see such a thing happen.

“I think, there are infinite ways for a soul to well-- disappear. We the Fae know this better than most-- we have always dealt with souls just as much as the reapers sometimes, have you looked anywhere else? Or at the Realm for her? or perhaps in another realm?”

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Charity Goes a Long Way FB7 || Constantine & Miniel

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angelminiel:

Some say play with fire and you’re gonna get burned, but how could Miniel ever be aware of the danger lurking in the corners of the world? Why would she believe such a desperate man offered any risk besides the one of finding herself without food much quicker than hoped? The angel smiled at the thought, not at all worried. Helping a stranger was her duty after all, and making sure he was safe, fed, at least with some chance of survival on Earth, that was only the necessary little she should try - to have a good time sleeping at night.

She listened as he tried to dodge, to escape from her offerings for some reason; not that she would ever understand why somebody in a terrible situation might find it wise not to say anything but ‘yes’. In the end, humans - and other beings - would always appeal to her curiosity. At the moment, though, she wasn’t trying to find out or understand anything, but only to do as she thought best. And that is why she felt relief once - after some second thoughts - he accepted her offer.

“I understand.” It made sense. She joined the points, realizing he could have both been somebody needing help for a lack of job, but also for something much more worth of worrying. If only she knew what had happened to him, but there was a fine understanding it would take her some time to discover. She wasn’t preoccupied, though. Even at the risk of getting herself involved with whoever was seeking him.. she realized he could be responsible for both death and destruction, but if that was the case a right decision would have to be taken - and not now. If it wasn’t… it only made sense to give him the chance of a fair fight, then.

“I understand, but I’m not worried. I haven’t done anything wrong, sir, and I’m not ashamed to help somebody who needs to be aided for the moment.” She showed him another smile, this time letting he realize they were at her doorstep. “We can talk about what happens if any of these people ever find you in my house. But before it happens, I can’t let you go without a shower and some rest.” Opening the door, she guided him through the place as they made their way towards a staircase. Divine Dresses was closed for now and, apparently, it would stay like this for a little more.

“And now you just entered my first and second favorite places in the world.” She laughed at her own thoughts before pointing at a chair, which of course he could use to sit and ‘rest’. “Can you wait a few minutes while I get you some food?”

She didn’t understand. No one would, except their kin, and they were likely dead now that Constantine was free. An old feeling surfaced within their chest cavity thinking about it, grief, sadness, hopelessness, they bottled up in threat of spilling over. They were emotions that they did not want to feel without seeing a clearing on the other side, negative feelings drained the fae, made them feel weaker than they even were right now. It’s why the light couldn’t ever be too far, why being entombed within darkness for so long has weakened them to this.

Constantine nodded in response, weaving their arms around their middle until they were holding themselves in an awkward embrace. The nasty feeling still twisted cruelly inside, and a shake struck their fingers as they indented into their tunic. Time was present here. Constantine could see its passing even within the beams of light through a window, or a dying candle. There was so much to work through, and yet all they could think about was--

A puff of magic filled the room like a small explosion of stardust. Constantine squawked in frustrations trying to escape the confines of the now worthless clothes before disgracefully tumbling out onto the hardwood sideways, feathers sprawled in every direction. The crow became an instant oddity in the clothing store, and using their beak, pushed up from the floor only to tilt sideways in exhaustion. Specks of light danced over their feathers, giving Constantine a sheen of purple pixie dust and the floor sprinkled with glitter.

“Please don’t chase me out when you come back,” the Fae reached out for her mind not wanting her to return and try to chance him off. With slow steps, they wobbled over towards the window and flew up onto the sill. “I have been in this form for countless millennia-- and staying within human form right now is proving difficult in my weakened state.”

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Toil and Trouble SWP Ⅱ Constantine & Donnie

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thedonnieboy:

“I will grant you freedom,” Constantine said to him. Donnie felt his body buzzing with excitement or was it fear. He wasn’t sure. What if it didn’t work? What if he was still cursed? What if the removal of the collar hurt? What if? What if? Before any more thoughts could cross the human’s mind, the fae danced his fingers over the collar and slipped them underneath, touching the tender skin beneath it. Immediately it was like he was dipped into a cold bath. It was a refreshing feeling. He warmed up gradually until he felt normal. Better than normal. Better than he had felt in his entire life probably. His head tilted back to look up at the sun. He heard a faint snap, his ears were humming with a unique sound, and then he felt it. Relief. Freedom. Like a giant had stepped off his chest. 

Slowly he lifted his head and looked back at the fae, his eyes squinted in disbelief. Constantine dropped the collar into his hands and Donnie flinched away like the collar would burn him at the touch… but it didn’t. Nothing happened. It was just some old worn leather and metal. He looked up from the item and noticed Constantine’s fingers were now an ugly black color, crawling up his skin. He opened his mouth to voice a worry about the unsettling state of his hands but the other was quick to tell him not to worry. 

He stood and looked through the crowd to the cauldron. “Though I feel as if I should tell you this–” he started. “there is something I saw in your memories, there is something you don’t know about yourself. That collar– it was hiding it. Take this as a chance to grow over being so fearful. You, hrm. You can do it.”

“Something in my memories?” Donnie questioned, standing quickly to follow Constantine. He looked down again at the collar feeling slightly dizzy. “What did you see?” He couldn’t imagine what on earth he could have seen. His brain wasn’t really comprehending much of anything. He was overwhelmed with emotions and honestly just so shocked that he was finally free of the one object that had been keeping him prisoner though he was technically free that he coudln’t think. 

“That is a question,” Constantine chuckled, not giving an inch to what it was he saw. There was a lot humans didn’t know about magic, even those who studied it for their entire life couldn’t hope to scrape the very surface of it. The Fae, they were pure magic, every single particle within Constantine was magic dust and power. Constantine used to watch new stars grow in the far reaches of the universe, leave, and come back to see that they have tiny planets rotating around the mighty spheres. The world was beyond vast, and here humanity could only focus on what revolved around them.

It was wasteful. Time. Life for humanity was but a flicker of time to Constantine, and yet they felt gratification when he could aid in some small way.

“Maybe look into your family, your past-- know this,” Constantine’s form sparkled further, shimmered in a way that made him look like a blanket of stars had landed on every part of his body. “Those who are held captive are sometimes victims to others agendas. Find out the real reason why and you will have your answers.”

With a burst of light and a caw from a crow flying above Donnie, Constantine flew off.

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Charity Goes a Long Way FB7 || Constantine & Miniel

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angelminiel:

Miniel wondered why a seemingly desperate man wouldn’t give out something as basic as his name. She often asked herself why people would keep being secretives in light of others who only wanted to help - even more in cases like this, in which there was no other option but to accept whoever’s offering. She knew enough of trouble to understand there were not many choices but to follow, and still it wasn’t her intention to make him uncomfortable. Likewise, she hoped somehow he would come to trust her, maybe after a shower and lunch.

“I can try, but you do understand why it is important for me to know it, right?” She gave him a gentle yet warning smile before gesturing with her fingers to keep walking. They would be at her shop - and, consequently, at her home - in no time, if only they managed to avoid walking too slowly. To be honest, Miniel wasn’t at all preoccupied with who he was or what his intention might be; there were more than a few ways to deal with troublers, and so far she was pretty sure he wasn’t one of them. After all, it was she and not him who made the invitation in the first place.

“My name is Miniel. I guess I’m quite known around this area, so it shouldn’t be a problem to say it.” Relaxing her shoulders, she smiled warmly before deciding it was best to let him know before they arrived at her shop. “I own a shop called Divine Dresses, you might have heard of it? It is not a problem if you haven’t, of course.. although I’ll make sure you will leave with one or two things.” The second phrase sounded more as a whisper than actually talking to him. Finally, she turned around to properly face the stranger.

“I am taking you there because the second floor is where I live. I’ll let you shower, give you some food, maybe even… “ she looked at him for quite a few seconds before making a final decision. “no, not maybe, I will get you some clothes too. Where was I? Oh, right. Once everything is finished, we will discuss what happened and see where it goes from there. Does it work for you?” She pointed at her shop, just a few steps closer, right at the end of her ‘speech’.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a great cook but I promise I’ll try my best.” For a guest, how couldn’t she?

Constantine didn’t notice her frustration, emotions, in general, were coming back in slow thrumming waves. It’s been so long since they have walked-- since they could see, all their senses were in overdrive, and they didn’t know how to catalog them into what was socially acceptable or wrong. Constantine had to take this slow and right now all their focus was on how delicious this apple tasted, eating it down until the core was a slither of a size.

Her rambling was soothing, a natural radiance their magical makeup was enjoying being around. Their steps were careful by her side until she made to look right at their face, Constantine tilted their head in mock of the crow form they were bound in for many millennia.

“I did not ask for any of this, only a little food,” a frown wilted their face, and they noticed the feeling invading their chest was frustration. Constantine glanced around, better recognizing that their clothes were awful in appearance in comparison. Their hands lifted with the core of the apple nestled in one and saw the grime under their nails. Before they could have easily cleaned themselves with a little magic, but even standing here was proving difficult. Glamour needed magic, and Constantine’s reserves were on empty from their captivity.

“I might--” there was a long pause, Constantine wrapping their head around what it was they needed. Their conscious didn’t want this kind person to be wrapped up in their affairs without some warning. Especially when Constantine needed someone to trust while he got their strength back and relearned society. “I’d like that, but you should know I am being chased and hunted by some people.” Constantine made to pull up the hood tighter around their face, tossing the apple towards a few chickens to pick on.

“I-- do need shelter to regain my strength so I can be safe from them if you don't mind this issue-- then please, all of that sounds very pleasant."

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a strange help || constantine&mia || fb 2 years

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miahenwick:

Mia felt oddly calm as she stood waiting to see the magic the man would produce. She had never actually met him before but only heard of him from Lila. Still though, she trusted that he was not going to do anything bad. Plus, with Constantine there she felt even more at peace. Watching him, she was curious what he would do. Mia let out a small laugh of joy as she saw the flowers beginning to grow around her. It was almost bewitching to watch the magic swirl around and the flowers grow.

All Mia could see was the beauty of magic around her. She could not understand how someone could look at this and be scared. Still the look on Lila’s face was one of turmoil. She wasn’t sure how to feel about what was happening. Mia’s gaze pulled from her friend back over Constantine as he spoke. “I feel warm. I feel completely at ease. It’s beautiful in here” she said, bringing a flower closer to her to smell it. As he spoke she could only hope that it would change her friends mind. That somehow the hateful thoughts Lila had weren’t rooted too far deep into her. People could misunderstand things they didn’t know but this wasn’t something to be afraid of.

“I d-do.” Mia spoke up, answering his question when no one else did. Mia walked over towards her friend, the flowers seemed to bend out of her way as she did. Taking Lila’s hand she lead her into the center of the flowers. “He is right you k-know. You love your f-fiance with all your heart. You’ve t-told me so yourself. M-Ma-Magic does not change that love you h-have for each other. W-When you marry someone, or w-when you love them you love every p-p-part of them. This magic he has in him m-makes him who he is. It makes him the m-man you love.” she said. Walking over she took the man’s hand to bring him back to Lila. “You c-cannot let something as d-dreadful as hate and prejudice  turn you away from love.”

Stepping back out the flowers, she let them have their moment. Lila’s eyes stared down at the floor before she finally looked up into his eyes. “I love you.” she said softly. “I will learn…give me time but I will love this magic too.”

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Meddling Affairs || Constantine & Remy

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remy-fae:

Remy had come as quick as she could when she heard the terrible news of the Queen Mother’s disappearance. She had never met her before but she could only think about how terrible it must be for Nathaniel. So, she begun her travel towards the capital once she had heard what happened. She wasn’t sure how much she could help out but she wanted to do anything she could. In her travels towards the city she did her best to keep an ear out for any information on the disappearance. But so far it seemed like it was all just rumors and nonsense. Nothing that would actually help her out. It seemed like the best place to start would be to talk with Nathaniel or anyone close with him. From there maybe she could get some kind of lead.

Most people in the town kept their heads down as they walked the streets. With the Bloodhawks looming around no one wanted to give off the idea of being suspicious. People bustled around, minding their own business and keeping their eyes low. Not Remy though. She watched the people come and go. Trying to look for anything that might catch her eye. A little bit down the street a man caught her eye. It wasn’t the man who left hurrying off down the street but the one he had been talking to. A familiar feeling tinglinged through her as she looked at him. From across the street she could almost feel the magic emanating off of him.

Since their last meeting Remy had thought about him a lot. He never even gave her his name so his mysterious identity was a question lurking in the back of her mind. Yet, being in the presence of another fae seemed to almost relax her. Especially one who had fought by her side. The sight of him brought a smile to the young fae’s face. “Crow!” she called out to him, giving a wave. She’d given him the nickname after their first meeting. She figured it fit well for him, and she had to call him something at least. Hurrying across the street to him, she greeted him with a smile. “I did not expect to see you here! What are you doing here?”

Crow.

He turned elegantly, star spotted and sparkled black cloak whisking along the dusty cobblestones. Constantine’s heart fluttered like wings of a hummingbird at the sight. Here he was looking for them, and she just walked right into his view. There was a dark whisper of frustration and anger that sparked at the visual confirmation she was still within the grasps of the Circle of Light. He could so clearly see her dedication, the sight of her smile kind and reassuring in ways he wasn’t always on the receiving side of with his Bloodhawk business.

“Ah, well,” he clicked his tongue, gems of all kinds shone on his ears, necklace, and fingers adding another sparkle to his already shimmery aura. The nickname didn’t bother him at all, and he’d add it to his very long list of names to use instead of his given. “To see you here right now is a surprise as well, I am thankful for that.” He diverted, offering a chance to tuck away a few scrolls into the depths of his large cloak.

“The news from the Castle has met my ears, I have been quite known to be able to find people who are causing the Kingdom trouble,” he wasn’t sure how much she knew about his position in the Castle, but Constantine wasn’t ever one to show all his hands without knowing first. He smiled, taking a few steps towards the other.

“Is that why you are here as well? Are were destined to save the day once more? Not that anyone knows it was us before--” he laughed a little but it wasn’t a kind sound where one would think he was being funny. It seemed pulled from a curiousness and calculated delivery to his profession. 

“Could the Queen have been taken to the Realm Remy? You would know right? You stand before those portals if I know anything about a protectors role. You have been watching them carefully right?” 

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Charity Goes a Long Way FB7 || Constantine & Miniel

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The one thing Miniel could not bear with, no matter the situation or reason behind, was cruelty. It had never been of her understanding why innocent creatures such as humans were so vulnerable to falling into the traps of malice. She had never comprehended why, of all things, cruelty found its way and darkened a world with so much possibility of light. Love was the answer, it always was. But cruelty existed, sometimes propagated by those she deeply believed in the good of their hearts, and sometimes, most of the times, spread and disseminated through those who only knew evil.

It could be shaped into many forms: the violence between species, the cruelty of heart one only knew when disappointed, and all the various types of abuse. It wasn’t something to be discussed and many dismissed such subject saying that’s how life was, but Miniel would never believe that statement; believing it meant she beared with cruelty and she never intended to do so.

One of the main cruelty of mankind - thankfully one she had never seen in deep levels - was its ignorance towards those who found themselves abandoned. Her job as a Cupid was to take care of the many layers of love, be it in passion, friendship, true love and all inbetween. Her job as an angel, though, would always be to watch over those who needed to be watched; not because they were dangerous in any way, but because helping a human being - or even an enlightened creature who needed it - was one of the purest form of love to ever be: one created by true compassion and selflessness. She longed for the day humans would show their best selves - their true selves - and realize love was worth it after all.

“Excuse me, sir” Miniel smiled at the sight of a baker and its mastery, walking through the many spots and tents in the street. She was a true admirer of delicious food, especially when made by those who knew just how to please her stomach. Giving that many considered her a pleasing client, after all she had a good amount of coins to offer and a fine taste for food and items, it was no surprise when her action was also met with a smile. It helped, of course, that people had known her for years now, and some of them enjoyed the sight of the bright angel, even though none imagined what she truly was.

“Same as always, please.” A basket was enough to contain the few edibles she was bound to take home; her shop wouldn’t open that day and she wasn’t in a rush to go back. Miniel had always preferred the outdoors and the freedom it gave. It was also a great opportunity to observe those she was most curious about - a code for everybody she could laid her eyes on - and possibly do her true job. What she wasn’t expecting was for a man to approach her as soon as she turned around to leave, and the sight of such despair made her incapable of breathing.

“Sir..?” Her mouth opened once, twice, until she could finally form the word. She didn’t see him in a judgmental light, but rather in one that made her heart ache and suddenly she was met with an intense desire to help him. He seemed hungry, dirty, tired most of all; like somebody who had been through too much, or maybe someone with nothing at all. She couldn’t tell only by looking at him, but Miniel wouldn’t think twice before deciding he was worth of her help. Anyone was in such condition, and she wasn’t at all willing to believe it could be a trap or something equal. “Of course, I… here.” Trying to grasp a smile, Miniel searched for an apple inside her basket. Offering it to him, she moved her legs out of the way of the other people’s path.

She needed to figure out a way to convince him to visit her shop; maybe then she could find an appropriated method to help the stranger. “You don’t have to worry about a trade, sir. Come with me, will you? Clearly you need a shower… and some good food, not only an apple, but rather something with substance.” Her thought process was an interesting mixture between velocity and sloppines. It did work as she talked, though, and soon she was making her way towards the mentioned place, gesturing him to follow her. 

“But before following me…” and that was a thought only in her mind after a few steps. She almost smiled: how clumsy of her! “could you tell me your name?”

Constantine felt marginally better, mostly because they had selected someone who had a joyous aura about them. They fed off of specific emotions and people who had fun naturally or contained that type of personality when they were wholesomely good made their entire body vibrate during recharge. The crunch of the food surprised them, Constantine had gone so long without physical substance there was an audible moan that left their throat. They frantically chomped into the item, racking their brain in an attempt to recall what it was called when she said ‘apple.’

That’s right. Memories surfaced in the back of their mind, ones with their soulmate lounging in an orchard in-- Crescent Grove. They wonder if such a place still exists here.

The fae blinked widely at her for a few dramatic and unnecessary seconds. There was only so many ways to walk around such a direct question, so they went with the easiest. They remember this is customary, and the fog of being in darkness for a few millennia make them scratch the back of their neck while they speak.

“I could tell you my name,” their eyes surprisingly narrowed and darted around as if to see someone from the crowds transforming into one of their kind. They didn't want to be paranoid, but freedom seemed to be shocking to accept it entirely just yet. Constantine hated that their magic was depleted and barely stable enough to keep this visage. They sigh a little, feeling tired.

“But I shouldn’t, it’s dangerous for me right now. Please understand. Do you have a name? Where are you taking me again?"

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Charity Goes a Long Way FB7 || Constantine & Miniel

Takes Place a Little After This  @angelminiel

Constantine forgot how to be human. They have been a crow for so long, cramped into that tiny box of prison for thousands of years. Their magic was weak, they needed substance and souls but this new glamoured body required to be cared for first. It was complicated using what little magic they had to transform into this human body before making other choices, but they needed to blend in. They were very much alone right now, even in a sea of people in a town that didn’t look familiar as it has grown into something completely different on the land than he remembered long ago.

They are draped in a moth-eaten cloak they stole and only a pair of leather pants, feet dirty, and a scowl on their face while they make it through the streets. This form was different from their previous lives on Earth, sometimes Constantine had chosen female biology, and they hoped this new face would buy them time in case the Circle of Light sent protectors already to find them. Constantine’s stomach growled, and a pounding in the front of their head made the world dizzy and painful.

“What can I trade for that,” the words came out with a grit of annoyance, pointing at what they tried to remember was called bread. The man behind the stall scuffed and waved Constantine off.

“Out of here-- nothing on you is worth my food, move on,”

Maybe souls first would be the better way. Constantine’s violet eyes sparkled in annoyance, but before they could make to hurt anyone out of desperation to feel powerful again, their eyes landed on someone friendly in the crowds, and oddly familiar feeling. Did they know them? No, impossible-- being locked away for so long, but there was something there-- an energy that made their steps walk towards them.

“Can you spare a trade for some food for me?” they ask, “no one will barter with me, I can pay you back in equal value after-- I do not lie miss.”

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Meddling Affairs || Constantine & Remy

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Constantine appeared in a whoosh of magic; black feathers collided along the grasses as his orb materialized on the Earthly plane and his fae form transformed into a human one. The body already felt limiting, their fingers outstretched and cracked along the joints and rolled up to his wrists as a crackle of magical energy flung out in sparks from his previous spell casting.

“You said you would bring them,” the bounty hunter from a broken log sneered at him, and Constantine’s violet eyes darted towards the smelly human with a frown.

“No, I said I would see they are handled,”

Constantine hated some of his fellow Bloodhawk members, especially those that were more bloodhound looking for a quick hunt over those who appreciated the patience of manipulation. They were all going to start bickering and fighting the longer this dragged on, the money would get more desperate, rumors will take longer to filter through as people would want to get in the King’s good light. He honestly wondered if anyone actually cared Queen Mother Athalia was missing.

He sure didn’t.

The man sighed, his chipped tooth causing the sound to slightly whistle and he rose up, a dagger in his hand as he strode towards him.

“You step closer to me. I will kill you,” Constantine spoke plainly, it wasn’t known by all that the Fae couldn’t lie, but those Bloodhawks who worked with him know his reputation was high because of that reason. The man scuffed and stopped his approach.

“Here,” Constantine was handed a scroll, and he reached out for it with a twist of his hand to open it in the air. “Oh, yes that does sound like them, I will give this to you then.” He reached into his cloak and gave the man a silver coin. “Now, off with you.” The moment the man left the area, Constantine peered across the streets and glanced around. She had to be here, and this was the perfect opportunity to see if the Circle of Light had anything to do with this mess.

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☆: Their hopes and dreams

“Such a sweet yet nosy question,” Constantine hummed as he thought, draping his arm over the other’s shoulder while they walked. “I’d have to say I do hope to see the Realm again, at least once.” 

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Hue of Light || FB || Zadkiel & Constantine

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There was a break of eerie silence after Constantine had finished. Zadkiel simply fixed their gaze on them for a very long time, their mood and expression incognizable. Although this Fae seemed carefree and curious in a most cheerful and easy way, they sensed something more to them. Their questions were well worded and completely deliberate in essence. They were knowledgeable and would surely pick up on any useful information that stumbled upon their way.

How dangerous.

When Zadkiel finally spoke again, it was as though there hadn’t been a moment of silence at all. Their stance made it difficult to say whether hesitation or another sentiment had been the cause.

“Humanity has never been a disease.”

No. It would be utmost foolish of the angel to say anything else but this. Humanity was a creation of their Lord after all. Speaking ill of it was the same as speaking ill of themselves as well.

“Their existence has never been anything but a blessing, Fae. Though…,” they tilted their head slightly, “it seems every other factor that seeks to influence humanity is the primal disease.” Granted, angels excluded.

“It is not my place to entertain such ideas, I’m afraid. Nor yours. If you still however wish to quench your curiosity, I suggest you speak to Raziel. My lovely sibling tends to be rather… introverted however. It is likely that they won’t even initiate a conversation with you in the first place.”

Constantine waved their hand as if to swat those words from penetrating his conscious. It was almost naive to think of any species in such perfection, humanity would find ways to corrupt themselves, and at the end of it, there would be nothing anyone could do about it. Constantine took a little relief knowing Zadkiel noticed the influences were the factors of change, but they also thought it wasn’t in their best interest to have curiosity in the area. Without questions how did anyone find answers? How did one even know they were speaking the truth then?

“Truth binds me to life. I am a creature who has spent most of my life in the void of space. Coming to Earth brings sounds, emotions, a sight unlike nowhere else in the universe. Earth is painfully unique, which is likely why I inquire to understand so much,” Constantine bows lightly, enough to indicate they were leaving. “I have little interests in speaking to so many of your kind. I will look forward to seeing my friend in the far future when they are released. Hopefully, your choices here work out for them.”

There was a flicker of magic that rippled over him, a static of energy that broke apart every particle they were made up of until they collapsed in pixie dust and rose to form a blinding white orb. In a flash of this light the Fae was gone, a streak across Heaven’s sky like a meteor.