Green eyes studied him carefully, full of curiosity - all Seelies were beautiful, and this one was certainly no exception - perhaps even more so. Clary’s eyes searched his, trying to find malicious intent, but there appeared to be none. So either he meant her no harm or he was really good at keeping it under wraps. Still, Clary decided it was best to stay alert - after all, this could all be a trick. A hand raised to tuck a bright red lock behind her ear, fingers descending to curl it around them - something she often did when she was nervous. This boy was the kind of beautiful she’d love to draw - was it ridiculous to wish she had her sketchpad with her right now? It wasn’t as though she could casually ask to be kidnapped while holding it in her hands. Focus, Clary, this isn’t the time to be thinking about your drawing. You’re in a bad situation.
Your kind. Although Clary was aware that she had Shadowhunter blood, it still felt surreal to her. After all, she spent her whole life thinking she was a normal human girl - even though it didn’t always feel that way, she’d never had a reason to believe anything different - until recently. Though, with hindsight, she noticed little inconsistencies in her mother’s stories - the fact that she always said she had no family, didn’t really have any friends, and rarely ever told Clary anything about her past. It was easier to notice the signs now that the truth had already been revealed to her. Hindsight was annoying that way - only comes when you least need it. “Decades is a long time. Although, I’m pretty sure kidnapping never was that endearing. But I can get past that…as long as you mean me no harm.”
His shock came as a surprise to her - after all, the only thing she did was share her name. From what little she knew, Shadowhunters didn’t get along with other Downworlders…perhaps that was the reason? A lot of hatred hung between Nephilim and Downworlders, but Clary wasn’t entirely sure what they had done to deserve that. They did have an almighty attitude, that much she could see already, and that couldn’t be appealing to anyone, least of all Seelies, who were an ancient race with knowledge and power somewhere far beyond her understanding. Upon being called little, her temper flared a little, words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. “Hey! Less of the little. My height does not account for…everything else!” Not that she could class herself as powerful, or even overly intelligent. “How differently are we talking here?” she asked, her tone back to normal. Clary had to hope that he didn’t take offense to her attitude - but she couldn’t help it. She hated being called little - she already knew she was short.
She raised her eyebrows, but decided not to comment on what he said about his name not being for her to know. Clary’s heart sank like a stone when he mentioned he was the Queen’s advisor. Great. That can’t be good. “Well, either way, it’s an honor to meet you too, Elian. I have to say, I expected your reasons for bringing me here to be…well, a little more sinister.” She hadn’t entirely given up on that idea, but she was hoping that being kind and acting like she wasn’t suspicious of him might allow him to let his guard down to reveal his true motive. If there was one. His questions caused her face to fall a little, hands lacing together as she tried to figure out a good way to answer. “I wish I could answer that, but I’m honestly not sure. I only found out I am a Shadowhunter two days ago. The answers you’re searching for are the very same ones that I want. The only person who can give us those is my mother.” A twinge of pain came over her as she thought about her mother - she hoped with all her heart that Jocelyn was okay. But where the hell was she? “She’s missing, so…it seems we’re both out of luck.”
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 the greenest he had ever seen on a human, seemed to watch him. Perhaps trying to read him, and his intentions for bringing her there. He let her, finding the gentle gesture of her twirling a lock of that wonderfully red hair of hers quite endearing. If he allowed himself to dwell on it, Elian could say she was quite beautiful ― not the typical beauty most seek in the present days, but a beauty of old; where being small and dainty was the standard, were being fairy-like was sought out by many. That was the beauty she possed in his eyes, with her fiery red hair, and bright green eyes, pale skin sprinkled with tiny freckles.
❛ Perhaps for humans, and shadowhunters alike, decades can sound like a long period of time... ❜ he hummed, amused at her take on 'kidnapping' as she called it. The fae had always taken children, some they took to raise as their own; feeding them enough fairy foods that they eventually became hybrids, others they took for darker reasons. Some asked to be taken, it was all a matter of perspective in his opinion, but some would say he was biased.
She was very good at speaking to him despite not having been raised by shadowhunters, her words sounding just as unnatural as those of a trained nephilim. Struggling to appease him while trying to stay cautious. ❛ Well, you have never seen one of our welcoming parties. ❜ he shrugged, and smiled a little. ❛ My intentions, whether good or bad, can mean very little in this realm. ❜
While his home was subjected to his emotions, the realm itself was alive. It had a will of its own, and while The Fae lived in symbiosis with it, they too were subjected to its will. Her next reaction made him laugh, a clear sound ― pure, like the blessed trickling of a stream, or the twinkling of windchimes. ❛ Oh, you are delightful! ❜ Elian exclaimed, eyes still resembling two little crescent moons as his smile took over his face. ❛ Seelies are also quite sensitive about height, some more than others. ❜ Pixies despised how small they were, and would bite anyone who ever implied they were anything close to small, cute or adorable. ❛ Very different. You will probably learn about it, but the nephilim see everything as black and white, heaven is good, hell is bad. The Seelie Realm is neither, it simply is ― it lives and breathes like any living creature, and like us, it needs to eat. ❜ He knew this would be quite confusing for her, no one understood the Faerie realm only the fae did.
With a wave of his hand he dismissed her formalities, he had no reason to harm her. Not yet. Not unless she gave him one, plus the Queen remained unaware of her presence there, otherwise they would have heard from her. ❛ As I said, I am merely curious. ❜ Elian heard her speak, and he could almost feel the distress in her voice. A life turned upside down, only two days to come to terms with the fact you had lived a lie. Perhaps to him, not so impactful, he had eternity after all, but for a human? Someone who would be gone in 90, or if lucky 100 years? It surely was disconcerting. Something did spark his interest.
❛ Your mother...? ❜ There were very few reasons a mother would conceal such a thing from a child, especially a Shadowhunter. She's missing, the girl said, and Elian could not help but to think the opposite. Only a person who hid would go to such lengths to conceal their life from a child. ❛ Not missing... ❜ he mused, the lighting around the room changing from the lovely and inviting yellowish sunlight to something darker, colder. ❛ But found. Your mother is found, by whom is the question at hand. ❜ For some reason, Elian had a bad feeling about this, suddenly growing quite nervous.
❛ You would not happen to have an idea, would you? ❜
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