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[faeher]

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[gothredy]

[faeher]

I have yet to cultivate [ romantic ] dynamics for Ode [ always pending & in progress! ] but on this lovely Sinday, I will divulge some naughty fae things: [1] For She’s about to size of a standard smartphone; (for ladies) she can easily go inside & vibrate her wings; (for men) she can literally ride your dick; size difference is a delicate topic, since she’s been ripped apart before (she’s immortal, so she can regenerate, but trauma remains) but if done tastefully + with someone she trusts, she’s not opposed to it! — [2] She swings both ways but leans a bit more towards women; can she please ride your nipple + use it as a dildo? [3] She loves to watch others masturbate or have intercourse; as a being whose nature is to remain unseen, she experiences certain pleasure through observation alone. Ode has absolutely pleasured herself while watching others, [4] Would love to have multiple (sexual) partners in one sitting…

[lured-into-wonderland]

It is evening. She is alone; but Nunnally had wanted it this way. If she cared, she could have been surrounded by people who meant nothing to her, and perhaps more importantly, to whom she meant nothing. Alone in the crowd. It is a feeling she has known for as long as she can remember.

A silver brush rests in her hand. A pale hand draws it through her blond, almost white, hair. Each stroke is measured and elegant. It is a habit, even when no-one is watching. After all, she was taught to be a perfect illusion. And no matter how hard she tried, she was never able to move beyond that.

She is guilty. Of existing when she should not. But does the visitor know that? Or is that precisely the purpose of the visit?

Nunnally lets her linger a little longer, allowing her to become familiar with the surroundings. She is aware of the visitor’s existence from the moment the other has appeared. It is either a gift or a curse; the latter for her, but she is still too young, too innocent in a way, to fully understand. Or rather, to accept the truth behind her.

Nunnally looks into the mirror. She should like what she sees there (she’s pretty and elegant), but not today. Today her eyes are not smiling, and she sees only an empty shell (why so dull thoughts today?). The brush is set aside. Should she speak already? But what is there to say? The silence is better.

She opens her jewelry box and unclips her earrings, placing them gently inside beside other sets (diamonds and pearls). Her nightdress and robe ruffle as she moves, the soft whisper of silk and lace matching the atmosphere the little fairy has brought. Is she a fairy?; Nunnally wonders. Does it matter?; Nunnally answers.

The rustle continues as her elegant hand, long white fingers extended, reaches for a small cup. Fine china, decorated with tiny roses; an unmistakable hint of what lies inside. She moves it gently towards her guest. Rose water. Perhaps the fairy would like to refresh herself after her journey. Perhaps then she will say why she is here. Nunnally smiles: --

“I like your wings…” – she says, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  

[faeher]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe porcelain gleam catches first: that faint glint of light off the cup draws her nearer, small body weightless over the polished table’s edge. Reflection bends again, doubling the movement so it seems as if two fairies hover where there is only one. The scent [ rose water, soft & clean ] filters through the still air. It folds around her like silk, heavy with invitation. Ode tilts her head [ just ever so ] toward the woman’s voice, a melody that spills between syllables, “...Like your wings,” the echo surfaces, soft & reverent; a beat later, the mirror catches the shimmer of her wings as they unfold, translucent membranes quivering against candlelight until each vein shines faint as moon-thread. A ripple of luminescence trails through the air, painting the gold with blue-white light before it fades,

The fae drifts toward the cup, hovering just above its rim, close enough for her glow to refract in the liquid’s surface; the image trembles, disoriented, & fingers graze the porcelain’s edge... no sip follows, only the act of acknowledgment — a polite return in a language older than words… The quiet deepens again; she turns slowly, drawn to the silver brush lying beside its owner [ its bristles glint under the lamplight, sharp but soft, a strange imitation of plumage, ] One wing lowers, brushing faint dust over the table’s varnish, tracing invisible shapes in the wake of her movement. Eyes narrow, mirroring the pretty human’s reflection with a fascination close to worship; the small creature straightens her posture, as if imitating poise itself, & rests one palm against her own collarbone — a fae’s instinctive mimicry of elegance. Her mouth parts; the faintest whisper escapes, half breath, half borrowed: “I… like,” she point to Nunnally,

[banditborn]

Amber eyes kept staring at that dark spot. He couldn't see anything but instincts told him that there was definitely something there. So he put the cigarette down, resting it onto the side of the ashtray as he took a step closer.

An inhale through his nostrils revealed the beast a bit more. A sniff. He was trying to catch her scent among the smoke and liquor. But he couldn't quite catch her. Like something lingering behind those other scents but constantly hiding from him.

And then he saw it. The little bit of sparkling particles that could be mistaken for dust dancing in the light of the sun. Yet he didn't write it off as such and instead took another step, moving a few bottles out of the way as he unwillingly began to join this game of hide and seek.

The man seemed composed, like he was looking for something. The wolf was hunting. A playful hunt with his ears perked up and his tail wagging. As if he was a pup again. Not a grown adult looking for danger lurking behind every corner. But a child seeking with a sense of wonder only a young wolf possessed.

He moved a few more items around, turned on a light here and there, while his nose was ever searching for that unfamiliar scent.

[faeher]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe shift in the room catches her before the light does; that subtle weight in the air [ tension stretched between curiosity & instinct ] makes her wings flatten, shimmer fading to near-transparency. Movement below draws her eye: steady & intentional, every part placed with care… Shelves groan under the rearrangement, glass clinks softly, & the pulse of the room changes tempo. Ode moves in closer, pacing herself to the rhythm. Every step he takes stirs the particles she left adrift, setting them to motion again; she watches them spin, fracturing amber into pale prisms that scatter across his sleeve… [ the faintest grin threatens her composure, ] If the wolf wants a trail, she’ll give him one. She lets her wings part with measured restraint, sending another faint burst of starlit dust to drift toward him; it loops lazily through the haze — an invitation, or misdirection, or both. When he moves the light switch, the glow flickers against her skin, exposing the fragile outline of her silhouette just long enough to prove she exists. Then it’s gone again, swallowed by shadow & smoke,

A fingertip presses to her lips, the signal of silence renewed. Curiosity hums beneath her composure; she mirrors his stillness, the little fae’s entire body attuned to the cadence of his search. When bottles shift, she mimics the motion with a faint tilt of her head, as if learning the pattern of sound he makes. The scent of him reaches her next: iron, fur, & something older, marked by long use & perhaps, neglect…? ] It startles her balance for a heartbeat; wings flutter, scattering another cloud of soft silver down the narrow aisle. That glimmer lands near his feet, small as breath yet bright enough to betray her hiding place. The beam sighs beneath her toes, the sound too soft to be threatening, ye, heavy enough to promise it. The world stills; she holds the pause, daring him to claim it…

[alrauna]

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[feywild-west]

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐔𝐏  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒  // assorted .  a  bunch  of  pick-up  lines  teetering  on  the  edge  of  cringe  ,  for  your  pleasure  ,  or  displeasure  . 

“  i'd  like  to  take  you  to  the  movies  but  they  don't  let  you  bring  your  own  snacks  in   .  ” 

“  no  pen  ,  no  paper  but  you  still  draw  my  attention  .  ” 

“  aren't  you  worried  about  global  warming  ?  because  you're  making  it  hot  in  here  .  ” 

“  do  you  have  a  pet  ?  because  seeing  you  has  given  me  a  whole  new  leash  on  life  .  ” 

“  is  there  an  airport  nearby  or  is  that  my  heart  taking  off  ?  ”

“  are  you  tired  ?  you've  been  running  through  my  mind  all  day  .  ” 

“  what's  your  favorite  drink  ?  i'm  asking  so  i  know  what  to  buy  you  when  we  go  on  our  first  date  .  ” 

“  there's  something  wrong  with  my  phone  ,  it  doesn't  have  your  number  in  it  .  ” 

“you  look  so  familiar…did  we  have  class  together  ?  i  could've  sworn  we  had  chemistry  .  ”

“  what  is  it  like  to  be  the  most  gorgeous  person  in  this  room  ?  ”

“  if  you  were  words  on  a  page  ,  you'd  be  fine  print  .  ”

“  you  must  be  a  talented  thief  because  you  managed  to  steal  my  heart  from  all  the  way  over  here  .  ” 

“  are  you  an  artist  ?  you're  really  good  at  drawing  me  in  .  ”

“  angels  should  be  in  heaven  .   how'd  you  escape  ?  ”

“  if  you  and  i  were  socks  ,  we'd  make  a  great  pair  .  ”

“  i'm  learning  about  important  dates  in  history  ,  wanna  be  one  of  them  ?  ”

“  they  say  dating  is  a  numbers  game  ,  so  can  i  get  yours  ?  ”

“  when  i  text  you  good  morning  tomorrow  ,  what  number  should  i  text  ?  ”

“  are  you  siri  ?  because  you  autocomplete  me  .  ”

“  hey  ,  how  was  heaven  when  you  left  it  ?  ”

“  well  ,  here  i  am  .   what  are  your  other  two  wishes  ?  ”

“  i  didn't  even  have  to  run  to  catch  these  butterflies  .  ”

“  are  you  a  charger  ?  because  i'm  dying  without  you  .  ”

“  i'm  not  even  playing  cards  but  somehow  i  pulled  a  queen  .  ”

“  this  must  be  a  museum  because  you're  a  work  of  art  .  ”

“  all  the  good  pick  up  lines  are  taken  but  you  aren't  .  ”

“  you  must  be  a  dog  person  because  you  look  fetching  .  ”

“  i  think  there's  something  wrong  with  my  phone  .   could  you  call  it  and  see  if  it  works  ?  ”

“  did  the  sun  come  out  ,  or  did  you  just  smile  at  me  ?  ”

“  would  you  mind  giving  me  a  pinch  ?  you're  so  cute  ,  i  must  be  dreaming  .  ”

“  i'm  lost  .   can  you  give  me  directions  to  your  heart  ?  ”

“  excuse  me  while  i  delete  my  dating  apps  .  ”

“  if  you  were  a  triangle  you'd  be  acute  one  .  ”

“  i'm  not  a  photographer  but  i  can  picture  you  and  me  together  .  ”

“  are  you  a  loan  ?  you've  got  my  interest  .  ”

“  are  you  a  magician  ?  because  when  i  look  at  you  ,  everyone  else  disappears  .  ”

“  did  you  invent  the  airplane  ?  because  you're  clearly  mr  .   wright  .  ”

“  is  your  dad  a  boxer  ?  because  you're  a  knockout  !  ”

“  how  can  i  plan  our  wedding  without  having  your  number  ?  ”

“  are  you  a  keyboard  ?  because  you  might  just  be  my  type  .  ”

“  you  know  ,  i'm  actually  terrible  at  flirting  .   how  about  you  try  to  pick  me  up  instead  ?  ”

“  are  you  wifi  ?  because  i  feel  a  connection  .  ”

[bungem]

☀ = giving them a gift of _ [ an itty bitty ] bouquet of flowers!!

actions meme 𖹭.ᐟ accepting.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 . . Lavender hues SPARKLED with a light akin to the very gems her people harvested, a sheer level of DELIGHT she had not felt in quite some time as of late ; all conveyed, as well, through the BEAMING smile that blossomed upon her lips. There was a daintiness to Elara's motions, digits ever so gently accepting the bouquet -- betwixt her fingertips and free hand hovering around the gift in case it were to fall. ❝ Thank you, Ode. ❞ The queen spoke warmly to the fae ; whom was currently perched on a moonflower, one of many, that grew in the royal gardens. There was a quiet rush of nearby water from the manmade fall, the twittering of birds that fluttered from the canopy of the trees that dotted the vicinity, a TRANQUILITY to be found within this HAVEN.

❝ I've never seen such tiny flowers before. ❞ Giggling, she shifted to seat herself down beside the fae ( so as to be more eye level with her ) and carefully fanned her dress out to avoid any creases ; it was one of her more LAVISH garments, adorned with crystals that framed the cut - off at her shoulders and dipping to her lower back -- displaying the white fur, for her hair was bound up in an INTRICATE up - do ( branch - like crown framing her head ). ❝ You've made my day. I have a gathering I need to attend and I've been dreading it. ❞ Smile fell a bit at the reminder but Elara maintained the SOFTNESS of her gaze. ❝ You're a joy to have around, you know. ❞

/ @faeher

[lunaferrous]

⭐

send in ⭐ to touch my muse’s hair.

"Please refrain from doing that."

Despite her warning and the cold deference underlying her tone, she didn't raise a hand to swat her away. She didn't even lift her eyes off the page, pursing her lips as her jaw tensed, trying to absorb herself in her book during the quiet, morning hours.

'Trying' being the operative word, as her little house fairy seemed completely enamored with her hair. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought she was trying to nest in it like a bird. All her poking and prodding was making it impossible for her to focus...

She slammed the book shut, the sound reverberating throughout the room up into the rafters. She sniffed in contempt, eyes narrowed into slits as she rapped her fingers on the cover, knowing that her displeasure was not something to be ignored.

"Stop that. I won't warn you again. Are all fairies bereft of manners?"

@faeher

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM RICHARD SIKEN'S POETRY *  assorted lines from richard siken poems, some slightly adjusted to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how i ruined everything by saying it outloud.

something's not right about what i'm doing but i'm still doing it.

the enormity of my desire disgusts me.

i woke up in the morning and i didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.

i couldn't make you love me and i'm tired of pulling your teeth.

this is not harmless.

damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

okay, so i'm the dragon. big deal. you still get to be the hero.

there are many names in history... but none of them are ours.

i had a dream about you.

let me name the stars for you.

kiss me.

here i am, leaving you clues.

what do you want, sweetheart?

just mash your lips against me.

we are all going forward. none of us are going back.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and i have to search my body for scars.

you wanted happiness.

the truth is complicated.

i should have known.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i'm alive.

monsters are always hungry, darling, and they're only a few steps behind you.

i crawled out the window and ran into the woods.

i had to make up all the words myself.

i made this place for you. a place for you to love me.

if this isn't a kingdom then i don't know what it is.

i wore his jacket for the longest time.

you're trembling.

i feel like i've done something terrible.

i'm trying to choke down the feeling.

i've discovered something i didn't even have a name for.

eventually something you love is going to be taken away.

it is finally happening to you.

i am falling to the floor crying.

i realize i didn't paint it very well.

we have not touched the stars.

tell me we'll never get used to it.

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

if you love me, [name], you don't love me in a way i understand.

someone has to leave first.

this is a very old story.

i'm battling monsters.

you say "i'll give you anything" but you never come through.

everyone needs a place. it shouldn't be inside of someone else.

you're trying to smile.

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?

imagine that the world is made out of love.

imagine a story where everything goes wrong.

hello, darling. sorry about that.

tell me we're dead and i'll love you even more.

i should have known.

no one will ever want to sleep with you.

i'm sorry i couldn't come to your party.

i'm sorry i came to your party and seduced you.

you want a better story. who wouldn't?

who am i? i'm just a writer.

let me do it right for once.

this doesn't look that much different from home.

you were crying, too.

you said i could have anything i wanted, but i just couldn't say it outloud.

okay, if you're so great, make it work.

i saved a plate for you.

please keep him safe.

i do believe his mouth is heaven.

i wanted to explain myself in an understandable way.

i'd rather quit. i'd rather be sad. it's too much work.

[themushroomcottage]

Oh to be a tiny fairy sitting on a flower petal in a field of buttercups.

[hollowprompts]

🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[faeher]

Pretty women, in particular, draw Ode’s attention; not for ornament or vanity, but for how beauty conceals strength. She’s tactile in curiosity, fond of tracing boundaries [ both literal & unseen ] & testing how far reverence can stretch before it bends into challenge. There’s something magnetic about composure; about grace that masks power & command disguised in softness. She notices how they move, how control settles in gestures instead of words, & it enthralls her. To touch, to test, to understand the balance between gentleness & dominance; these are the rituals she cannot resist...

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[faeher]

Obsessed with the concept of Ode measuring herself against other ancient beings; she’s old, but her age hasn’t granted wisdom in the human sense. She understands patterns, not philosophies; instinct over theory. She is what she is, immutable in nature; time does not erode or refine her as it does mortals. For fae, age doesn’t signify growth or decay, only accumulation — of memory, magic, & consequence. Her learning what age means through others: ancient beings who embody time differently. They teach her that longevity is not sameness; that to endure is to change, even without meaning to. Her beginning to understand that while she does not age, others weather, & that this too is a kind of wisdom — the slow realization that immortality without growth is only repetition...

[faeher]

⋆˙⟡ㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @mortuam | Damon ]ㅤGets a starter!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFog spills low across the forest floor, pale as milk left to curdle. Each breath of wind folds through the trees like the slow turning of pages. The forest exhales rot & wet bark; the scent is dense enough to feel. Between the roots lie remnants of the dead, scattered through moss & soil as though forgotten by time itself. Ode drifts through that silence, her movement imperceptible until a shimmer catches on stone. Wings shift with the rhythm of dew forming & around her, the air wavers, colors slightly out of alignment [ blue where there should be black, silver where shadow should lie ] She is small enough to perch upon a withered lily, yet the pressure of her presence stains the mist with faint iridescence. The hush is absolute; even the leaves seem unwilling to rustle. When she reaches the graves’ edge, her reflection trembles against polished granite. Names etched there blur under the moisture until they no longer signify anything but sound. She tilts her head to read anyway [ an attempt to acknowledge that something once spoke these syllables, ] & above, the moon stretches thin through branches that tangle into cathedral ribs, trapping the last traces of starlight between them. Her glow dims in response; the forest feels newly awake, listening... She, too, wishes to listen,

Sound follows; a crack of soil deep underfoot; something old rearranges itself. From the far end of the burial field, a figure moves between monuments, his outline taller than the mist should allow; she halts where she floats, her light adjusting instinctively to his movement. There’s authority in the way he stands; his coat carries the scent of iron & damp parchment. Miniature fingers trace the empty space where he disturbs it, imitating the gesture of reach without daring to bridge the space. A ripple of luminescence spreads outward, the size of a candle flame reflected across a pond; it dies the moment it touches the ground. Beneath her, something exhales from the soil again [ soft, wrong; like a voice trying to return through another’s throat, ] & she mirrors it with a tilt of her head, testing how far mimicry can imitate power. Around her ankles, the moss begins to frost over, glassy & slow; each crystal forms in time with his steps, mapping his progress through the graveyard in reverse...

She drifts closer until the edge of her light grazes the hollow where his shadow thickens. The exchange remains balanced: creation against decay, small against vast, the static hush of a pulse that doesn’t belong. Her expression stays measured, unreadable, half-curiosity & half-recognition of something she’s met in dreams but never truly seen at this point in her life…. One hand reaches forward, stopping just shy of his chest; the motion pulls the light tighter until it coils between them, thin & trembling, caught halfway between invitation & warning. The pressure in the air shifts; soil stirs, loose petals lift, something unseen hums beneath the ground as though reacting to her nearness. Fingers tremble, mirroring the heartbeat that shouldn’t exist, & for an instant her glow falters —cracks of blackness streak through it like veins; [ she doesn’t recoil, ] he wingbeats slow, deliberate now, a rhythm that matches his unseen command. She remains suspended there, one breath away from contact; she wonders if he will claim, repel, or simply endure the light pressing toward him…