Sirens & Faes

MUMU BLOG AFFILIATED WITH CASTLE FALEN HQS HOME OF ZEPHYR MOONBEAM & QUEEN MERLYN

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nyx:

She was fine, she would not cry, she had endured much and not cried. But his hand, so soft and caring on her face that she couldn’t help but tilt her head into his hand. Her voice shaking with barely restrained emotion, “Zeph…” She could take the blades, the rope, the bruises, and scars, she would heal, but the one thing she knew was already fading was that light that all fae had, their spirit. But hers, she was starting to doubt hers greatly, hers was broken, there was something wrong with it. 

Her heart ached as he pulled her into another hug, like all the problems of outside that door couldn’t hurt them in here. Eyes widening as she looked at the door, hearing all the footsteps. No, no one should have been looking for them this quickly, it had been minutes only. “If you see a chance to take Nova home, go. Go without me. I will find my way back.”

The former knight closed his eyes, “...You can do this Nyx.” he whispered once again, she had to, they all had to. At the sound of footsteps he opened them, and as if he was under a spell his gaze turned visibly colder. Without pointing their swords and knives this meant they had to go each their ways again and continue with their current state. Zephyr could take everything but knowing Nyx was here, that their princess can be around, he couldn’t stand for them to be hurt, to cry and even worst scream of pain-- What was more infuriating is that he couldn’t be their shield as much as he wanted to.

Afterwards he went completely silent as he stared at his closest friend, the stare was similar to that the King himself gave him before giving the knight his last and quite similar command. Zephyr understood her words, as a knight he was trained to be the one burdened to make this decisions but-- Could he really take it? Leave a friend, another sister behind? He swallowed her and with furrowed brows nodded, “Understood.” In another time, with the heart on his sleeve he would’ve pouted, but now the game had turned more savage, they were just pawns that needed to protect their royals, their ancestry, the remaining of their light before the real night came. “Don’t forget those last words Nyx, ever.”

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gaius:

Too many of the slaves were stuck in the past, stuck in the days when they had been real people with the freedom to do as they wanted. It was something close to cute that gave Gaius his own sort of freedoms, the sort he had thought only possible during wartime. In battle, he had been driven by both the desire to live until the end of the day and the need to kill as many of the enemy as possible. They were just that, the enemy. He knew the reasons that his uncle had ordered the attacks, but none had truly interested him. His growing boredom at home had seen to it that he would fight and afterward, he had prisoners to entertain him while he extracted everything they knew. Nothing was about honor or pride or any other sort of lofty idea that knights and children seemed to hold onto so fiercely.

“Try me,” he chuckled, still walking. It was more fun for him when the slaves spoke. Always, always, they said something he could use against them later. Innocent questions were they to pull information, thoughts, feelings, desires from them. The smart were silent, but also the most frustrating. His only course then was to make them scream. There was only so much pain the body could take before noise burst forth, echoing off the walls of his dungeon. No one would be stupid enough to come help whatever unfortunate soul he had strung up against his wall or tied down to the table. Hm, which to use on the slave… It was a question he would need to answer sooner rather than later. His splinter board had been getting a good deal of use, but he wanted something else at the moment.

The last remark was likely meant as an insult and Gaius huffed, feeling the slave go against his dragging and making his work more difficult. He had to admit, it was one way to exercise some control of the situation. If only the slave knew that, in the end, he had no control over anything. Pulling the other closer, he suddenly turned, slamming him into the stone of the nearest wall. Whether or not the slaves believed it, he was fully human, unlike the trash that had invaded the halls of his family’s home. Pressed against the former knight, he held him there, forcing his face into the stone. He laughed. “You think I’m a monster?”

The fae huffed, and closed his eyes as soon as the wall of stone his against his head, the other pressing himself against it didn’t made it any better. It restrained his wings and self and all he was able to see was an irrelevant point in the air.·

The wall not only hurt up in his head, it was pressing against his chest and restricting slowly the air however his heart was accelerated and his veins were bopping. He knew it, he knew how to get out of that situation, change their positions to one where he could get away of, but this was no battlefield. Zephyr was in enough trouble already, he took as many breaths as he could to calm himself down and closed his eyes to do so.

“You really want me to answer that, sir--?” he asked as he opened his eyes again, in spite of the honorifics to say there was respect in his words was a full lie. He didn’t intended to challenge him more than he already did, but the fae had spent too many years amongst the wild, and the human world alike to understand what an actual beast and monster looked and behaved like.·

Those creatures truly were not worth time to reason, it was a shame though some of them wore the skin of a so called·‘human’.

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gaius·:

In battle, there was some sense of equality between the fighters, a level playing field where skill with a sword was all that mattered. Class was washed away in blood and screams. Here, however, was entirely different. The foundation of the castle was built not on stone, but on an extreme difference in rights and power. Those who had lost the war were under the heel of those who had won. Truly, not only the past, but the present and future were written by the winners. In combat, he remembered the knight as strong, formidable. Those qualities were still there and Gaius wondered how long it would take for him to tear them from the knight’s psyche.

His own eyes were deceptively gentle, a silk sheet hiding a knife underneath. Taking one of the knight’s hands in his own, he kept his other hand’s grip on the shackles. “What are you hoping to find in your hands?” he teased. A knight without a sword was hardly a knight. No matter what the slave had been before the war, he had a new position now. So many couldn’t seem to grasp that simple reality. However, that also gave him plenty to do. He was certain that some self-sacrificing individuals purposely ended up with him in some misguided thought that it would spare others, but he hardly cared for their reasons. He got what he wanted.

A small light entered his eyes as he laughed, the sound bursting forth and then stopping as suddenly as it had begun. “What would you do with a man who punched you? Leave them be? I doubt it.” Hatred and pleasure seeking fueled him. For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to hurt those around him, had found joy in it and for so long he had wondered why others didn’t. It wasn’t until he was older that he realized the reasons. “Perhaps,” he replied, “but for now, I have you.” Turning sharply, he began dragging the knight toward the dungeon.

The fae wanted to step back as soon as the human held his hand, making him conscious of his interrupted movements. The fae looked down at them, both had one thing in common, blood run through each other’s skin, but the fae had to remind himself the origin of each motive. Zephyr remembered clearly there were a variety kind of warriors, specially those that came to meet their end through him, in the end some of them looked at him like a monster, the lies their king told them they believed it to their core and in spite of knowing he would never be friend to the ones who glared at him like that they died with honor. Others, in the end he found children-like features, a fear for leaving and a desire to live but in the end an understanding this was for nothing. He learned a lot about the humans in battle, specially the darkness residing in the man before him, he was neither of that kind of warriors, in fact calling him that was almost an offense. 

The fae furrowed his brows and at the mention of his beloved sword which who knew what happened to it, he couldn’t help but finally let go a quiet and saddened sigh of a breath he didn’t knew he was holding. His beautiful Nightfall was gone and away from his reach, if only he could teach this man a lesson, but how could you teach those who refused to listen? “You wouldn’t understand.” He whispered lost in the memories when it was his sword and himself against a horde of enemies. “Depends on the man, because if it were you. . . I would know I am not dealing with one.” he arched his brows to his last remark, which to what he was aware would be the end of his chatter.

As soon as he began to be dragged, Zephyr didn’t make it easier, he began to refrain himself, put as much strength as he could to make himself heavier for him to drag. Let’s be real, there wasn’t much to do; perhaps a bratty reaction in the eyes of those away of their position, but at least he gave himself more time to prepare himself for the next battlefield.

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Nyx:

The silence was both deafening and calming, both had suffered, both would continue to suffer, but they had each other once again. To share the burden when it became too much to bear alone. Listening to his words the energy in the air shifted from that of pain and anguish to hope and light. The very things that their Princess embodied. Zephyr was easily the stronger of the two of them, in mind and body, but it was her mind that she was most worried about. This place had already started playing its cruel game on her, weakening her resolve.

“I will protect her with my life, as I would you.” Nodding along to his words she inhaled deeply, she knew that the two of them could be stubborn and fiercely defiant when it came to protecting their friends and allies, but they would have to try and keep themselves from making things worse. “We survive. That’s what we do.” She wasn’t just trying to convince him, but herself. They would get through this. “We will see our home again.”

As the other spoke, Zephyr nodded to each of her words, as if they were digging a plan, like the many times they did in order to fill whatever pranks the knight or lady had in mind at the moment. However due to circumstances, the former knight placed one of his hands over the girl’s face, and as he looked at her eyes he knew, he’d lost family by blood in the war but the family he built in the past was alive. This included their princess too. 

“Thank you, I took an oath to protect the royal family, I intend to keep it until my last breath, but I would to include you in that vow too.” he said softly with a small smile. “Indeed, we survive, and in spite of everything they want to take of us-- Our home, land, bodies...wings. . . The can’t take our spirits Nyx, we can do this. . .” he continued before pursing his lips at her last words and embraced her once again, sounds of footsteps running all over the corridor outside the chambers they hid “Soon.”

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Alexa·:

Alexa wasn’t very fond of many people from the Four Winds kingdom. King Manu was a wonderful man before he passed away and so was his first wife, but Queen Merlyn was something else entirely. Alexa is still wondering how much different the outcome of the war would have been if they had join in the opposition of King Stephan instead of sitting back. The comment about loyalties brings a glare upon her face. “Right. Though some people’s definition of loyalty is obscured.”

The siren looked at the ebony haired and definitely at the glare she was given, one that was not completely foreign for her. The world they lived in could be cruel and above all complicated as so were the humans, it was interesting, the woman before her was a former Queen, had all that strength and power ripped off of her, however Merlyn was reversed. A hunted creature turned into a Queen, one that was usually looked upon with mistrust amongst the many royals. 

A sympathetic smile was given for a short time, before she remained calm and in stance, “I’m afraid loyalty is never obscured my dear, what is obscured is the greed and the hearts of men.” Merlyn approached a little bit and added, “You’re doing well, just remember to never let yourself forget where you come from.” she whispered only for the now slave, perhaps this would be her only chance to have this kind of conversation. As a woman, this was the only advice she could give.

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Nakia:

      There was no formal competition between court dancers and yet Nakia couldn’t help herself. How was she supposed to maintain the attention of her masters if other, better, dancers tried to steal it away? She had the advantage of  being exotic but that wasn’t always enough. Especially when there were others who were different in their own way. Dark skin was less alluring than being fae but at least she wasn’t a non-human. Compared to the others Zephyr was quite good. Different from her own style but still good. Sometimes, if she didn’t think too much, she could appreciate other dancers talent and ignore the risk to her wellbeing. This was one of those times. At least it was until he scolded her. “I have as much right to be here as anyone,” Nakia countered. 

The fae turned quickly, finding a fellow dancer and starting to feel awfully terrible about his previous behavior. His own ethereal wings lowered in response to his emotions and he could only offer an apologetic glance, “Ah. Of course, forgive me my lady I thought. . .” a lifeless smile crossed his features, just the thought of many lurkers peeking in to his practice mainly to stare at how he was different than the regular entertainers still got under his skin. “Doesn’t matter-- Are you practicing now then?” he asked clearly embarrassed, but came to think of it this dancer was not only good, she was just a human and so he couldn’t but be a little wary of her intentions.

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Nyx:

They’d known one another for years, the weight of his gaze, while not intended to push the matter, somehow felt like he was waiting for her tell him the truth. His embrace was almost her undoing, feeling the strength of his chest and arms wrapped around her, her face turned in towards his body, her throat aching with barely repressed tears, eyes shut tight as she prayed that she would keep it together. Arms wrapping around his waist her fingers grasped handfuls of his shirt beneath his wings, worried that he would disappear at any moment.

Looking up as he spoke she was shocked to say the least, she too had seen a ghost, a whisper of their princess and thought that she was here. Had hoped in fact. Not because she wanted her to suffer, no far from it, she wished her to be here so that she was very much alive and not one of the many that lost their lives. Her excitement grew for a moment, a smile tugging at her lips, words tumbling out far to quickly. “No no not at all, I thought I saw her and wished the same thing. Zeph I’m sure she is here, I can’t shake the feeling.”

It was quick but in the moment he took a chance to rest his cheek over his friend’s head. The despair, humiliation and sorrow everyone were going through were slowly turning into empty words, their shared pain and inner conflicts were cutting too deep for it to be described with words or sensations. Which is why in this silent moment Nyx need not to talk, he understood so he had to let her know, he was still there.

Zephyr’s eyes glistened at the sudden hope seen over the fae’s eyes sharing the same wish as she did. Of course he did not wanted their princess to be harm or in danger, but if one was alive there would always be hope. “Then we must find her and keep her safe.” he said instantly before shaking his head, placing both of his hands over the girl’s shoulder, “--You know what this means? We must keep ourselves alive, we can’t play fools anymore, for her. . . For our King and Queen too.”

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gaius·:

In battle, he would have admired this one if not for the simple fact that there seemed to be no pleasure in what he did. During a fight, if one couldn’t enjoy himself, then what was the point. His neck was now sore from being forced to deal with his head whipping to the side after each punch, but he would live. He had many times already. There was no point in stabbing right through the slave. In their respective positions, it was possible he could hit something important. Killing was distasteful unless necessary. He couldn’t torture a corpse.

His expression never changed as he saw the slave’s fist begin to lower. Good. Stupid slaves were stabbed simply because a stupid slave was useless, better off dead than taking up resources. Once the fist was out of his line of sight, he ran a hand over his face, gingerly touching the areas that hurt the most. The opposite of a punisher was a doctor and he had been taught enough medicine to patch up those he tortured. Using those skills on himself wasn’t a big leap. Or what? A childish question after a childish act.

“We both know that won’t happen.” Gaius would never pretend to spare someone, not now. During the war, he had used the lie a few times, but here he had no reason to. No intelligent slave would believe him anyway. His knife raised, tapping along the slave’s arm, no force just a warning. “I could say the same for you. Do you think I will let this go?” His words were laced with poison and dark anticipation. Taking the shackles in his free hand, he yanked the slave closer. “An eye for an eye, then.” This one would scream until the next morning if he had his way. 

The stare on the once warm and courageous knight of the faes turned at an incredibly pace into a colder glare, no trace of smile, no trace of fear either, the more the other spoke, threatened and obviously played the more the fae began to disconnect from his own heart. A defying smirk was the closest thing he managed to offer when asked about the future consequences his actions will get, and all he could think about was, ‘At least it won’t be her . . . or my princess. . . prince . . . not even the friends I haven’t fully meet yet. . . ‘

At least he bought them a little time.

Meeting those dark eyes, reflecting the nature of the man’s soul and heart only reminded him of his position. When the fae was brought closer, his fists ached, opening and closing them fast - while keeping eye contact - they were seeking of his beloved sword, his honorable companion of the battlefield. Zephyr kept the contact and his jaw tightened, looking at this man he could feel it, the blood thirst, wish and desire to make his self suffer-- 

The fae raised his chin, “Not with you. You have no sense of justice to say the least.” he finally spoke, all that hatred covering the human’s life, “Your narrow mind and hatred will be your own downfall.”

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This place was what Queen Merlyn had hoped for it to be a hidden one, away from the castle and the people, just a hill above the shores, listening to it’s melody with a soft wind to embrace her human self. A hidden place where there was no false friends, ladies in waiting, or even politics involved, all she knew and wanted in that moment was a time of solace where she was neither the queen, or a fierce huntress of the seas. 

A time where she could think of herself, her actions of the past, her king and above all her children. Merlyn clearly needed more time exploring the kingdom to be able to find that place for it was clear she was easily found far sooner than expected. “If you’re going to make quite an entrance as such, I expect a good story or reason comes out of this, am I wrong?”

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alistair·:

“What I wouldn’t give to be on the sea right now.” He mused, staring at his ship, still docked where it had been for too long. Even if he wasn’t a slave he almost felt like one here. Alistair was used to being free and on the ocean for as long as he wanted. Or in. Being a siren here and not getting caught was hard. But he was managing so far. Hearing someone walk up to him he grinned and looked towards them. “Her name is Queen Ruby.” He didn’t name her, he wished he did. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

The air blew softly the closer one would get to the coast, but even if her desires and impulses wanted to lead the siren, the song of the sea instead guided her to a much more familiar face. One wouldn’t expect for someone of her title to come to know, and like the farce she had to play for survival, she soon would have to play the lie of not knowing Alistair at all. 

The now Queen remembered still how close they were back then, many times playing as kids and eventually growing to form a bond just as strong as any brother and sister would make. If only time and the war didn’t took them apart for so long. In another time she would’ve smiled right away, run -in this case- towards him and embrace him for dear life, tell him to go swim together again. Such a childish dream of a younger self that did not exist anymore. 

“Once a pirate, always a pirate. . . Or so I’ve heard.” she spoke in remembrance of the time they used to joke, “Queen Ruby? Well that explains why it has come so far and has kept her men still alive, safe and sound.”

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Gaius ( Gargoyle )·:

It wasn’t until the slave was right beside him that Gaius acknowledged him at all. What was the point? Surprise flitted over his face as he was abruptly grabbed and then punched. Damn it, the slaves here were much too interested in punching people. Tristan had already gotten a good shot on him some time ago. His head snapped to the side with the force of the blow and he had to stand in order to get any leverage for himself. When he finally registered what the slave was saying, he could honestly say he had no idea who this ‘her’ was. From context, he could guess it was Nyx and a wide, smug grin spread over his bleeding face.

So, Nyx had a friend. It wasn’t particularly surprising that the slaves would have bonded. Likely, many had been friends before the war. This particular slave Gaius remembered from the battlefields. A good fighter. The punisher hummed, coughing slightly on blood pooling at the back of his throat, as he reached for one of the knives he kept on his person at all times. He knew how much the slaves hated him and there was always a chance one moron, like this one, would attack him. Settling the blade at the slave’s side, he pressed the edge in just enough so the other would know it was there. Killing a slave was ridiculous, injuring them, on the other hand, was much better. “Who are you talking about?” he asked, pretending to be ignorant. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

Oh don’t get the knight wrong, he was going for it, a second blow and even harder, screw his chains he still had enough inner strength to get into a one on one and how much he’d had been waiting to get this one. He always looked smug on the battlefield, just like he was now, a mad man. However, the fae wasn’t stupid, he trained and fought harder each day and knew when to stop, specially when feeling the threatening edge of a knife against his body. 

As a slave he knew he had no worth for them, not in the eyes of the punisher, as the human’s entertainment he could use his cards to protect him as much as he could, and now he just realized what a fool he was, yes. However he would’ve done it again any way, for Nyx, his royals, even the slave humans who allied them. . . Regrets were nonexistent, but he knew those eyes, those dark eyes made for beasts and monsters. Zephyr lowered his fist and glared challenging at the other, biting his tongue and raising his chin with pride. 

“Or what?” he defied, screw everything he already knew where this was going, just another failed chess game, “You’ll spare me?” a tired smirk and a pause, “I may be many things but not an idiot. Besides, you’ll still have to live with yourself and that new look.”

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Gaius ( Gargoyle ):

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Slaves worked all over the castle and Gaius had gotten rather good at ignoring their presence unless he he some reason to speak to them. Settling himself by one of the bay windows, he took out a notebook and began to work. Keeping track of which slaves had been in his dungeon recently made his life a bit easier. He could determine repeat offenders and know what instruments worked best on what species. Turning to another page, he scrawled ‘Nyx’ at the top in quick handwriting and then began listing out his latest exploits with her. “Skinned collarbone, bruised stomach, skinned back, mutilation of wing joints…” He was more focused on his work than the slave nearby, barely noticing the man as he continued to list out his work. “Heretic’s fork, modified stationary rack…”

This wasn’t exactly part of the deal, but again nothing was part of neither the deal or the original plan of defending themselves. Out of all the places to clean it had to be where that idiot was, at first he intended to ignore him, but when he spotted the name of Nyx written on his notebook, the fae couldn’t help to start paying attention. The plan was simple everyday, play a low profile and keep himself alive, wait for an opening to get at least one out. However as he began to list his never ending tortures Zephyr was easily losing his temper. He’d to hold his chained wrists and inwardly curse at them, if only he had his full strength back-- Mutilation, bruises, heretic’s fork? This man was insane, honestly how could he be related with Louis?

Probably the fae would regret it later but right now, just the mere thought of Nyx screaming and crying was enough drive for the former knight to walk straight towards Gaius, pull him by his shoulder and give him one hell of a punch straight at his face, and didn’t even hesitated to continue if he could buy some time, “You disgraceful son of a bitch! Don’t you dare touch her, not like that! Not her! Don’t you dare you hear me?” The fae's blood was boiling, he couldn't think he couldn't stop, only having a strong desire to break the man's face, at least he would look like the monster he was.

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Nyx:

Seeing him already in distress over a guard possibly coming after him she pulled him into one of the guest quarters she’d just finished cleaning, she knew it was empty and no one would look for either of them there. At least for a while. Was she well … far from it, but he was already burdened by his own problems she was hardly going to add hers to the mix. With a deep breath, she smiled and gently bumped his shoulder with her own, “Come on you know me, I’m always fine.” The two of them, peas in a pod, inseparable back home, once again reunited. She could feel her chest aching with joy and sorrow. To see them both so concerned for the other and not themselves, this is why they needed one another, to look out for each other.

Trying to keep the conversation off herself for another minute she whispered softly, “Have you seen anyone else?” The hope that shone through, eyes shining with the promise of tears in the dimly lit room.

The former knight looked each ways of the corridor hoping to not be seen by anyone for any reason but mainly surprised for the fae’s actions. Fine. . . How many times had he heard it before? The young male looked straight into his friend’s eyes, concerned and analyzing her expressions and gaze. Zephyr offered a forced and quick smile as he shook his head only to go straight to embrace Nyx once again, this time in a more protective stance, holding her close to his chest and shoulder and holding her by her head so softly. “Of course you are. . . Silly me, they should fear you that’s for sure.” he spoke calmly, he’d long ago know to not push her too much, specially about emotions, she was that kind, however he understood. 

Saying anything was already hard enough. When he stepped back he simply lowered his head, “I think I’ve seen a few of the humans who helped us around. . .Haven’t had the opportunity I have with you now and-- I think . . . I saw her, but I could’ve been mistaken.” he talked in a low voice but when the thought of their princess came to mind his voice broke, and lowered his head once again, he couldn’t be sure it was almost a blur, the knight hoped for a moment she was alive, “Is it selfish for my part?”.

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ko‌:

Red wings fluttering at the halfblood’s backside; responding to a rapid, blossoming curiosity. Silver eyes actually–following the melody of Zephyr’s body without so much as a strum of a cord from his own hand. Or any other that he could tell. No music. Yet he could see it through his own widening eyes. “How can you dance like that without music?”, he blurts out. “Amazing!” Ko inches closer; tugging free the band that held his mothers zither. “Also..” he gives a pause to give a gentle tap along the zithers strings; allowing a small twang to sound before removing his fingers. “Im not -technically- allowed to leave.”

The stoic mask soon broke into a sheepish chuckle and smile at the compliment, of all things he really never expected to be praised over such trivialities outside of a festivity. True be told he hated not being of service to his prince and princess, and much more to not hold a sword in his hand, but out of all the jobs and in spite of the shame, somehow this job made it to release a lot of inner anger. He felt even more stupid upon not realizing their similar situation as well as the other’s adorable wings. “Ah, it isn’t that great, I think I missed the rhythm at some point, but is either that or spending time with Gargoyle and his knife so . . . “ he said between shy smiles before bowing, “Thank you for the compliment though, just between us, I do try to be good at it though. Some days, it reminds me of good times.” Zephyr widened his eyes at his instrument and approached towards the other with a more sympathetic and understanding look, “They took you too huh? Have you always played because that looked like a professional.”

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wingedkcsses·:

how long had she been laying here? laying here under the cloudy sky to watch the clouds go by. she wanted to fly amongst them again. but she never would. not with her damaged wings. she should have been with her lady. but she was tired of the annoying chatter of the stupid princesses. she knew her own handmaiden was never this bored. she had managed to sneak away from her duties to enjoy some time to herself outside of the dark and damp dungeons.that is– until she heard faint footsteps then a shadow blocked her light. “do you mind? i was admiring the clouds.”

“As my princess and true queen wishes.” Zephyr spoke softly as he approached towards the fae’s future queen, the sorrow in her eyes was as heartbreaking as looking back at their home’s state. But the sight of her brought the former knight a joy he didn’t believed he would feel again, he’d found Nyx and felt alive, seeing his princess, the king’s last wish, made him feel like flying again! “However, if she allows the company of an old friend. . . it would be my honor to stay a while.”

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alexa·:

   alexa is too busy in her own mind as she walks down the corridor. there’s so much to be done early in the morning and not enough time to do either task. the brunette has to see to the kitchen staff for her assigned breakfast trays; and makes sure whichever ones she gets that they are to the proprietor’s liking. there’s missing laundry, apparently belonging to one of king stephan’s children and she’s been told to find it.

   the water for the indoor baths have to be changed and the entire banquet hall floor had to be scrubbed. like she said, too much to do and so little time. her frazzled mind causes her to bump into someone and alexa quickly apologizes with a curtsy. “my apologies. i did not mean too.”

“No, of course you don’t.” Was the simple reply the siren queen said as she stumbled back, the ladies that accompanied her gasping, and making a scene of it all, eyeing at the former human queen as she looked like taken from the scums. However Merlyn noticed her curtsy, far better than many any of those ladies and fake friends could offer. “Fortunately no harm happened, no tongues need to be cut even when loyalties do.”

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Nyx·:

Nyx looked apologetic as she realised who it was she had run into. Her mood instantly lightening as she took the offered arms, finding her way to her feet before leaping at him, engulfing him in a hug. The kind that made you feel better in your very soul. “Zeph, i’m so sorry.” A slight chuckle shook her small frame as she pulled back, shaking her head. “I would never forget you, or how to treat my best friend. Are you ok? You seemed in a rush to get somewhere.” She didn’t want to keep him if he was supposed to be somewhere, the worse thing to her was getting someone else in trouble. Particularly her best friend. She’d never forgive herself.

As soon as the fellow fae found her way into her arms, Zephyr for a second hesitated, was this real? He instantly returned the embrace realizing how real it actually was and how fucking long it’s been, it felt like a hundred lifetimes already. A hand went just below her wings and the other straight at the back of her hair to gently caress it. Maybe a few tears threatened his eyes. . . or a piece of hair who knew? “Is all right Nyxie, I was just teasing you.” he replied before caressing her head once more and tightening the hug before he stepped back and kept an arm distance between them, “As far from the guard that’s taking me back that is. I told them I needed a little water, but I think I found something better than that . . . Are you well? You seem more troubled than I am.” he said going from a smirk into full concern towards his friend.