It had been in Marcus’ best interests to go against his own judgement and lay low whilst he had gathered as much information on the alien realm he’d woken up in, courtesy of the Seelie Queen and her apparently mysterious ways. Between the jackhammer threatening to bust through his skull thanks in part to the night before, to the very natural disorientation he’d experienced in finding himself surrounded by places, people and creatures that he knew well enough would never have been so… outwardly themselves, to put it lightly, it’d been quite difficult for the witch to actually pull enough of himself together to find some form of authority and start getting loud.
As such, he’d ended up on the sidelines, looking in on all the dramatics. Of course, he wasn’t all that upset with sitting back and observing– especially when things had started to get complicated, and messy. … And given the temperament of several current residents, probably murdery.
At that thought, even he couldn’t contain (as if he’d ever been all that wonderful at containing any of his urges to begin with) the long, drawn-out exhale that escaped him before he carried the tumbler full of whiskey from the bar top to his mouth, only to pause halfway and slowly begin to roll the liquid around the edges of the glass, idle eyes following the change in light for the few brief moments that his attention had been captured. The fact was that the answers he’d been trying to find still eluded him, even months later, and he still couldn’t shake ever-looming tension that hung in the air thanks to the by-now stale revelation that the Seelie Court had gone out of their way to essentially blackmail everyone that they’d pulled from other realms; Heaven, Hell, everything else that had been shoved in the middle– no one, it seemed, was safe from their wrath.
It bothered him far more than it should have.
Marcus had only the vaguest of ideas what they they’d learned about him, no idea who they’d told or what they’d do with that sort of information, but whatever leverage they thought they’d found, whichever horrible, terrible thing they’d dug up about him… he’d freely admit he’d sooner go through a thousand and one trials to keep things under wrap than try to be some sort of hero about it. He was, after all, a coward through and through.
Enough, his mind practically commanded, suddenly desperate to block out or numb any sort of deep thought, and all at once the glass in his hand was tipped backward against his parted lips. As soon as the burn dissipated, Marcus was turning to the person nearest him at the bar and opening his mouth to blurt out something inane and mindless, fairly uncaring what the other thought of him in that moment.
“Ya know what I just realised? Seelie alcohol could absolutely– absolutely –mean Seelie weed. Is that… that’s gotta be real, right?”
Ash, was a frequent drinker at the bar. Any place where he can pick up someone for a little fun. He had managed to pick up some fun people that way. The witch who now has one of his homemade glitter bombs, and some others that may have been brought back to his cabin in the woods or if they wanted to be more one with nature out and about. Ash was pretty much up for most things. So long as it wasn’t boring. His mood had been somewhat dulled but he still kept his spirits up. Well as much as they could. It sucked not having the whole picture and because he was a fae everyone expected him to have an actual idea of what is going on. He had no fucking clue. as if they would tell him anything. Because he was friendly and liked to talk. Not be some stuck up aristocrat (though his brother was not like that either).
So here he was with a glittery drink this time. That bartender knew how to make him smile and a sparkly drink was the ticket. He took a sip and stared at it for a good moment until he heard another speak. His brown eyes flicked over to the other in amusement. “It’s real alright and not illegal. There’s some amazing plants that have some psychedelic effects. Some have calming and some that have more negative effects but are harmless. Why do you think our cocktails are so good?” he smirked. “You can go in the woods and get some plants from there. Some have potion making properties but don’t ask me which ones I never listened in that class. But a really fun plant looks like this,” he stated as he cast an illusion spell to project the image of the plant. “Burn that and you’ll have a high like no other. Also good for the sexual drive if you make a tea from it. Never had it that way but I’m sure my dad swears on the stuff,” he shrugged. “I definitely don’t need anything for mine,” he winked to the witch.
