RUNAWAY.

"She cannot decide what she desires, but today it is enough that she desires and desires. That she is a body in the world, wanting, the wind itself becoming her own wild whisper." [All posts – aesthetic, quotes, conversations, etc – are private for the purpose of the game unless otherwise stated!]

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thewinteress·:

Satisfaction rolled over Frost like a crashing wave at the sight of Ivy’s face lighting up with laughter. Like a flash of lightning, amusement appeared in her eyes and it almost dazzled the runner. She’d let the Seelie satisfy themselves with the sunlight, Frost had always preferred the dark and stormy. Ivy was no exception. Frost took delight in the overseer’s presence at the rookery, intrigued by the mystery that surrounded the once-human. She kept her on her toes. 

“It’s all about time nowadays.” Frost shrugged but thoughtful look slipped onto her face. “A prize?” She crossed her arms over her chest, rocking back on her heels. “You know…that’s the big question…what do I want?” She stopped rocking, emboldened by a bolt of wickedness. “If I win, Ivy, you have to go to our sweet, sweet friend, Ro and you need to ask her on a date.” Immediately, Frost waved her hand after speaking. “Proper two hour date, at least dinner but the rest is to your creativity.”

“But if you win? What do you want?”

Her brows visibly rose, dark eyes widening ever so slightly. Ask Ro on a date. Holy fucking Christ. She swore she felt her heart skip a beat at the thought, something giddy but decidedly nervous swooping around inside her chest, wings caught in a loop. “Oh God,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose, a grudging smile hidden behind her hand. How could she even– could she do that?

Allow herself to be vulnerable enough to ask?

“– ‘f I win, you’re gonna do.. fuckin’ naked cartwheels down the street, oh my fucking God.” The laughter rose again, lighter than she’d felt in a long time, despite the wager Frost had put on the proverbial table.

“That obvious, huh.” Another little smile, like she just couldn’t shake the laughter.

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nickclas·:

Nickel passed off the box and focused on his phone. The plan had been to charge it while wiping down tables, so he’d let it go. He cast a critical eye first on the sliver of battery left in the icon–and then at Ivy. Nickel raised an eyebrow in her direction, the beginnings of a grin playing on his face. Have you met me?

“I’ve got Beryl’s number,” he confirmed, glancing back down at his contacts. The phone rang out the first time, so he hit her up again. The second time she picked up. “Hey, what’s up?”

She’d been sleeping. “Yeah, I figured. Sorry ‘bout that.” What was going on? There was a slight note worry in her voice, and Nick realized that a call in the early morning hours boded ill, especially with the Unseelie still reeling from a murder over two months ago. It felt like everyone was waiting on bad news. “Oh, everything’s okay in the sense that we, me and Ivy, we have our health. We just have it, you know, in the storeroom behind a door with a new lock that we did not get warned about. Yeah! Finally, right?” She was beginning to sound more awake. “Ivy’s here with me, we’re the only ones.” He rattled the door to illustrate. “Yep. Stuck. Yeah, I know it sucks, but I’d appreciate it. Thanks.” She yawned on the other end of the line. See you soon. 

“Oh, wait, one sec,” Nickel tacked on, as if he’d forgotten. “You remember that thing you were talking about? Yeah, yeah, I think I found one. It’s in Brooklyn.” She made a wry comment about being as good as the original. “Hey, you can tell them that. We’ll go. Cool. See you in a minute.”

He hung up. The phone stayed on for another five seconds and then a battery icon took over the screen. It faded to black, protesting with the icon whenever Nick hit the buttons on the side. He nodded. “Help is on the way,” he said, shrugging. 

“Great,” she said, and it was entirely earnest. With one quick exhale, her shoulders sloped down for a moment, Ivy letting go of the nagging worry she’d felt burrowing into the back of her brain. She hated inconveniences that kept her from doing her job right. In that respect– she’d had a lot in common with Dalton Sr. Nickel didn’t quite strike her as the type, though she admittedly didn’t know him all that well. Was it nature or nurture, then, that had made him who he was?

The question formed in her mind, and before she could so much as sigh, it had planted itself right on her tongue, expectant and waiting. It had been on her mind, lately, more than it usually was – the nature of their existence; the culture of it. She found new angles to it, now, looking at it all with Nickel in mind. Had he always known there was something intrinsically different about him? Or did it awaken, somehow, when the Unseelie sent for him that first time?

“Nickel– did you always.. know what you were? Fey, I mean?”

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nickclas·:

Who: @herownwildwhisper When: Early, early morning, September 18, 2018 Where: The Rookery

“Huh.” Nickel rattled the door a little harder. “For real?” 

There was no one out there. The fact that he was here–running on a combination of black coffee and elixir #32–spoke to the fact that no one else was available to come help haul a couple cases of red wine, among other things, from the storeroom to the bar. He balanced the box against his hip, trying to fish out his phone from wherever the hell he’d put it.

“Good news is that someone finally installed a lock on this thing,” Nickel observed, glancing back at Ivy behind him. 

“Just in time, huh,” Ivy sighed in response, briefly pressing her right-hand knuckles against her forehead– and then making peace with the situation. They’d get out eventually, no matter what happened; someone would need the wine out front, sooner or later. 

“-- I’ll take this,” she said, stepping forward and taking the box from his hands, “- and hopefully someone will pick up the phone. Try Beryl, if you have her number.”

In a certain slant of light.. it wasn’t an uncanny resemblance, but she could see it. Why they’d swapped him for Sean. Turning the thought over in her mind felt bittersweet, considering she wasn’t exactly on speaking terms with the latter. She’d need to fix that. Soon.

With bated breath, she waited for someone to answer Nickel’s call, gaze hopeful. Was there even a decent signal in here?

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forcstfire·:

Forest had always been a man who sought to help others. Normally that didn’t hinder on whether he liked the person or not, but Ivy was certainly trying his patience. If she didn’t want his help simply because he was him, then so be it. She could continue suffering for all he cared. But if she wanted to be useful, she’d take his offer without another thought of it. 

As she thrust his arm out to him it only took a moment to summon the magic from the grass beneath his feet, healing the burn across Ivy’s forearm without a second thought.

She watched as her wound began to mend, flesh knitting itself together, pink thread by pink thread. The sensation of his magic crackling across her made her unburnt skin turn into gooseflesh, hairs standing on end. It didn’t hurt. Not once. Had she felt less dislike for him, she might have let her curiosity win out, Ivy forever in awe of all the forms magic took as it wielded them, all fey instruments for it, one way or another, which was fascinating, wasn’t it--

but her dislike won the battle, and so she said nothing of it.

“Thanks,” she said, and it didn’t sound quite as much as fuck you as it usually did when she spoke to him.

With her arm healed, she made to leave, intent on finding the rest of her flock.

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camelliafairchild·:

Camellia didn’t even bother to fight away the grimace that covered her face at Ivy’s comment. She loathed when it happened, when people (usually men, in fact, ninety-nine percent of the time, men) thought she or any of the other women who worked at the Rookery couldn’t do so, just because of how they looked. When they made comments about knowing secrets of the bar, when nobody knew them better than those like Camellia and Ivy. “I can imagine that must have been quite the event for you.” Camellia let out a soft sigh.

“She was charming. She had a beautiful smile, too. If she ever performs, I should like to go and watch her, I think.” Camellia closed her eyes for a brief moment, only opening them again at Ivy’s question.

“Piano.” Camellia replied. “I have been playing it since I was quite small. Do you play anything?”

“... Guitar,” Ivy said, the answer almost a little hesitant: it was a remnant of who she had been, once, something that kept her close to her family.. her human one. Sometimes, she would sing, but only ever in the privacy of her own home – it made her feel vulnerable, tongue tracing words she’d learned decades ago, the memories ringing out clear as day.

“Been playing since I was a kid.” Purposefully vague: she didn’t feel quite comfortable speaking of her time as a human with any of the fey. She let the subtle discomfort fade for a smile, turning the conversation back on Camellia.

“Who taught you?”

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iambecomcdeath·:

Rowan was too shocked to pull back from Ivy’s touch. Ivy’s touch didn’t bother her—on the contrary, Rowan found her to be beautiful—but when vulnerable, Ro hated people touching her, and she felt vulnerable right now. Ivy pulled her out of the patch of grass and she didn’t feel any different. “It didn’t change anything. I still—I—I don’t feel any of my magic.” Ro’s dark eyes searched Ivy’s; she didn’t know what to expect there, but surprise painted her features as Ivy laced hands with Rowan, trying to calm her down. Right, yes. It was to help her calm.

It seemed instead to just make her nervous, but she shoved that down because there were way more problematic emotions moving through her. When Ivy touched her, she went deathly still, like a deer in headlights, unsure how to react to such a gentle touch. It only made her feel more vulnerable, so she moved back from the gesture a little bit, unsteady. “The grass, I don’t know, it ate my magic. I—I can’t do any of it. Did it get you, too? Is anyone else affected?” Business. Maybe it would fade. Maybe this could get erased from her mind soon enough if she kept herself distracted by the chaos and the confusion.

Her hand was still for a beat – and then Ivy drew it back, not wanting Rowan to feel uncomfortable. “No, I–” still feel it, she wanted to say, but her thoughts were interrupted with a notion she hadn’t felt the shape of in a long time: she’d been this way, once. No magic. No second skin, no shadowsong to accompany her heartbeat, no steady hum singing through her bones, connecting her to something bigger, grander, than the sum of her own parts.

It had to be terrifying for Rowan, who had never known anything else.

“I still feel it,” she said, but she kept pity out of her voice.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if it has – it’s not really a patch, anymore, it’s.. a field. Like it targeted the arena. Like it’s sentient, or– controlled by something else.” They were fey, but sentient fucking grass still felt ridiculous, even by their standards.

But... If Rowan stayed near the grass, would it take more than just her magic? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, ice-cold and traitorous – Rowan would live, she’d make fucking sure of it. Anything else wasn’t an option.

“Let’s get you out of here. I don’t want it to do anything worse to you.”

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forcstfire·:

Forest observed her curiously. Maybe it was just that char and bone that dug so deep, but the fact that she was so certain he would want something out of her for it was ridiculous. Maybe it was just the way of the fey already etched into her skin. Everyone wanted something. “As I said,” Forest’s shoulders lifted in a shrug, “You’re better on your feet. You were helping get people out, right? So, keep doing it, and stop being a pain in my ass. Or not, take it or leave it, I’ve got better things to do than watch you writhing on the ground.” There were people who actually wanted and needed his help back beside the Fidchell board. If she was going to waste time contemplating…

Writhing on the ground? Fucker. Ivy barked out a sharp shot of laughter, derisive and vicious. “Sure, then,” she said, stepping towards him, no longer sparrow but lioness. “Show me what you got.” A free gift – a rare thing among the Courts. She’d remember that for later, but not for any morally decent reasons: Forest Fairfield hadn’t yet learned the rules of the game, and that was a valuable piece of information.

She held her arm out, the movement steady and certain despite the sorry state her limb was in: decades of immunity built up, pain seldom a hindrance, but often a reminder.

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forcstfire:

He could’ve just left her there to her indignation and continued with what he was doing, but all things considered, having Ivy on her feet was probably an asset. She could help people, she was strong and fearless. Regardless of how he felt about her, having her around meant that more people might make it through the night. 

“I can help with that, if you’ll let me,” He offered after a moment, the hesitation thick with deliberation of if he should even bother offering the help or not. Knowing Ivy she’d probably refuse it - why take assistance from him, of all people; especially after how Fidchell had turned out…

“You’re better on your feet than like that.” 

She almost scoffed at his offer – almost. Why would he bother with it? It made suspicion rise in her throat like bile, Ivy’s dark eyes narrowing just so, both fists clenching. “And what would I owe you for that, Forest?” Her tone was even, but she spoke his name like a summoning – that is who you are now. These are the rules we play by.

Loathe as she was to admit it, she knew what it was like, taking on a new name like a second skin – and he was young, still, green to the game. So what did he want?

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camelliafairchild·:

“Thank you most kindly.” She continued to smile. She and Ivy did not talk as often as she might have found herself wanting, but Ivy was tricky - once human, now not - yet she’d wanted to join in the world of fey. Even after seeing what they did. She’d still found beauty in it. Which made Camellia like her, be drawn to her, find her appealing to spend time with, when the chance came along.

At the nod, she felt a whole bubble of air rush into her body. Subtle, but all-understanding, in a way. Perhaps this was why she made such a good trainer.

“No, not always.” She nodded in agreement. “But they can do one good, if you can afford to take them.” Camellia spun a few strands of hair around her fingers. 

“There was a lovely girl in here, earlier. We discussed music. She plays the viola. How about yourself? Have you met anyone interesting?”

“Met a man who tried to convince me he could get me ‘backstage’. The look on his face when I said I could get him a drink and then stepped behind the bar.. That was really something else.” It was about as terrible as it was hilarious, each time it happened. A good few would sputter and practically spin on their heels, eager to leave as quick as they could. The few that tried to raise their voices thought better of it when they saw the look in her eyes. That was funny, too.

A rare few would even get so embarrassed they left tips. It always went towards the Players – bandages, ice packs, whatever they were low on.

“Between the two, I think your violist sounds more charming,” Ivy said.

“.. Do you play anything?”

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forcstfire·:

Once Forest had gotten back on his feet and oriented he’d gone back into the thick of it, ushering people out of the path of the fast moving flames. In the moment, dragging people out of the fire and risking his life among the flames - it was the most himself he’d felt in years. For once he was actually helping people rather than watching them head for their deaths. It didn’t make up for the lives lost today on the Fidchell board, but at least he could help someone. 

Ivy wasn’t exactly at the top of his list of those he wanted to help out, though. She’d made his life as much of a living hell as most anyone else around here, despite his attempts at staying out of it. But at the same time, he was probably the only one who could help her at this particular moment, and she was doing her part in getting people out…

“That’s a pretty face,” Forest smirked at the glare she sent in his direction, folding his arms across his chest, “Looks like that hurts.” 

“Had worse,” Ivy said, because it was the truth, and she did what she could to be honest. Still, that smug fucking smile made her blood boil, and not taking her anger and pain out on him in that moment took more restraint than she wanted to admit to. There was a truce to think of, one she knew had been hard-won and difficult to keep – but what a gal wouldn’t give to go at him with a dagger..

She thought of Queen Lacha, of Sean, of what might be done should she ever do something so foolish, and told the storm brewing inside to seek harbour elsewhere.

“-- Are you just gonna stand there gloating all night? ‘cause I got better shit to do.”

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nadia-ives·:

“I want to know if it’s true,” she said, her tone indicating that it should be obvious. “If there’s some sort of epic spirit quest or whatever that would undo the things I keep buying 99 to cover. I’m not saying I’ll sign up right here right now if there is, but I’d like to know my options.”

“It’s not would, it’s could – but yeah, there’s an ‘epic spirit quest’. It would be permanent, unlike #99.” If that was what she wanted, at the end of it. Ivy had seen plenty of players change their minds, come their turn on the board. You gave years to the game, and priorities could change, no matter how stagnant it felt, being kept on the bench.

“No marks, no scars.. Would make you look just like you do now – hell, you could look different, if you wanted to, though with a face like yours, I don’t see why you would.”

“But you should know– it takes more than just effort, just time. I won’t tell you the full details until you’re closer to signing that dotted line, but if you ever want to find something better than #99... the option’s there.” Won’t, not can’t.

If they wanted to, they could push her into it: money was good, certainly, but influence was their currency of choice.. and Nadia Ives had a devoted following in the digital age. To have her at their beck and call? There was power to be found in that, and she was certain they knew it. All they had to do was cut her off.

“––Think you got any questions where I’ll be more straightforward with my answers?” A half-joke, Ivy’s lips quirked into a fitting half-smile.

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seanoretlann·:

The saving grace that kept Ivy from having a snapped wrist, from being bodied into the nearest hard surface, from being the one not in control of this argument was that he recognized the grip of her small hand. It was rougher than it had been in the past       when he’d been a child, a teenager, a twenty-something       but the familiarity of it was the only thing that made him dig his nails into his palms and grit his teeth as his back collided with an alley wall and Ivy got as close to his face as she could. 

Admittedly, it wasn’t close, but focusing on that kept his anger from spinning out of control. Kept Sean from physically lashing out at her when that was all he wanted to do. But that anger was still palpable. It showed in the flare of his nostrils. The flex of his jaws and the cords of muscles jutting beneath the material of his t-shirt, the cuts on his knuckles reopening with how tightly his fists were clenched       there was no disguising it. And there wasn’t much use in running from it when Ivy seemed so damned adamant at confronting it here and now where anyone could see or overhear. 

And it was the mention of Elise goddamned Savalia a-fucking-gain that broke his restraint.

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT ELISE IS DOING HERE?!” Sean exploded. A hard shove, palms flat against her shoulders and full force behind it, followed his words as Sean pushed off of the wall to loom over her, all rigid lines and hackles raised like a dog in a fight. “She’s a stupid fuckin’ casualty by her own goddamned choice! She did THIS     ” Sean threw his arms wide, as if this dark alleyway in the middle of Manhattan was the Unseelie Court. “To herself! She chose this shit! I didn’t! So don’t fucking tell me that you’ve spent decades training me ‘cause I was there, Ivy. Thirty fuckin’ years of this shit and she’s here what? A year and she’s good enough? Or Lacha wants her dead so what-the fuck-ever? Throw her off a goddamned bridge. I don’t give a fuck! But don’t stand here like you give a fuck, Ivy! I’m not a stupid thirteen year old kid looking for my goddamned family anymore!”

Sean ran about as hot as she did, fury knowing no restraint – but for once, Ivy felt herself go cold. She didn’t flinch as he got in close, his body strung tight like a bow ready to break. Didn’t flinch as he pushed her, as he used his height to stretch out over her, anger so apparent it might have broken her heart.

Her voice was low as she found the words, gaze unyielding, staring him down – no matter how tall he’d become.

“If you’re going to get fucking pissy with me–” who trained you? who watched over you? who taught you to mend your own wounds, to create openings where there are none, to fight and live? “-- you better fucking know why she was here. You think I'd spend thirty fucking years on you just to let you waste away? You really think I'd fucking do that, after having been through it myself?” 

Even now, angry as she was, she wanted to take him home and clean his knuckles – but he’d spit at that, she thought. She wasn’t a babysitter, at the end of the day. She didn’t have to seek him out for any reason beyond how he was an asset. Didn’t have to stand there and take whatever the fuck this was – and part of her doubted he considered that, and another part screamed that she ought to know better; he knew, he knew.. didn’t he?

God, he was pissing her off.

She remained dead-calm.

“I’ll say it one more time. You were on my fucking list. But Lacha chooses.” Get it through your fucking head. Please.

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thewinteress·:

Ivy’s laugh was like velvet, the sound rich and full to her ears. For someone so usually stoic, she truly did have a lovely laugh. While her initial start might not have been the smoothest transition thanks to a Knight named Pearl, Ivy appeared to have taken to being Fey fully. She wore the title of Overseer with ease. At least, more ease than the new Seelie one did but then again, Ivy had years upon him. 

“At ease, soldier.” Frost murmured, the smile on her face widening slightly at Ivy’s salute. “You’ve definitely won my favor.” She laughed at Ivy’s next words and Frost raised her hand, wiggling her fingers at Ivy. “Usually people have the opposite reaction but if you truly want to try your chances.”

“If there’s men and there’s heat, there’s more guarantee to a fight than maggots appearing on a rotting corpse.” Morbid but something told Frost that Ivy wasn’t going to react poorly. Usually she was better about her dark comments with people outside of Malachite and Rowan but she’d seen the way Ivy had taken to Rowan. Their humors had to be similar. 

“A bet. Consider my attention captured.”

Frost’s macabre little saying earned her another burst of dark, velvet laughter, Ivy’s gaze alive with amusement. Despite the almost intolerable heat, she found she could at least enjoy herself in Frost’s company, and that felt like a blessing if she’d ever gotten one.

“Suppose the bet itself’s gotta be about time, but that part’s easy..” She let her head fall back a little, neck craning as she looked up at the ceiling, teeth biting down into a plush lip as if she was thinking about it.. and then she snapped back to attention, eyes on Frost.

“-- What would you want for a prize?”

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blood cures blood

DATE: June 21st – the chaos of the Fidchell fire (with admin permission) LOCATION: Tara, An Sídalann WITH: @forcstfire

None of it felt real: ever since she’d been initiated into their hidden little world in New York, ever since she’d first laid eyes on their realm, the (trueborn) fey had seemed.. impossible and steady and certain. Like nothing could ever shake them, try as it might.

But things changed.

Around her, the fire ate and ate and ate, always hungry, tongue lapping for fresh morsels of whatever it came across. All she could do was ferry those injured to safer places, wings becoming black cotton becoming wings again as Ivy flew across the arena, edging closer and closer to the flames.

It saddened her to see Tara like this – and for one single moment of grief, she flew too close, wing catching light and bursting into flames.

She was on the ground a second later, arm pressed hard against the sand – but the damage was done. A sharp sting coursed down her arm; burned skin pulled taut over flesh and bone, sand grinding into the raw wound her limb had become.

“Shit–”

Fuck, how it hurts.

Of course she looked up in time to catch the gaze of Forest fucking Fairfield.

She could barely hold back her instinctive snarl. Barely.

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camelliafairchild·:

“Ivy, you are more than welcome to just call me Camellia.” A smile flashed across her face. “But if you prefer Miss Fairchild, you are welcome to that. Whatever best suits you, although Camellia is most common.” She smiled at Ivy’s comment. “I am glad.” Although Camellia was fairly certain it had to be a half-truth - well was subjective, anyhow - and with An Fidchell just around the corner (so soon Camellia found her breath catching if she thought about it too long), Ivy had to be incredibly focused on it. Wanting to win (didn’t they all?), yet her players were at stake. The ones she helped to train. Elise.

“I am as well as one can be.” She said, giving a shrug of her shoulders. “Enjoying a moment of peace, most certainly - although I am certain my duties will call me back in no time.” In more ways than just playing hostess. “Although a break in patrons does not necessarily equate to a break in thoughts.” About An Fidchell. About who my father is.

Ivy could only smile in turn at the Princess’ offer. “Camellia, then.” Respect came in many forms, Ivy thought; from titles to simply calling her Camellia because the girl herself told her to. It had taken her a while to get used to the notions of rank within the Unseelie Court, no matter how grateful she was that she herself had risen within them. A strange dichotomy.

A break in thoughts, Camellia said, and Ivy nodded, seeing the subtext for what it was.

“Don’t suppose any breaks can cure that.” Thoughts had a way of their own, especially the ones you tried to keep from the surface. It was why she decided her next question ought to be one that could – at the very least – be an attempt at letting Camellia think of something else for a second or three.

“Have you met anyone interesting tonight?”

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iambecomcdeath·:

Rowan didn’t feel fear at the green fire. Pressure and chaos were her natural environments. She was bred for moments like these; fear didn’t even factor in. When panic erupted, she was calm and collected, finding Raven to tarry with Camella and Gale and leaving them to the halls before heading in to assist the Queen in her commands and to ensure the safety of her grace. There was no room for other emotions; but then, that’s what made Rowan good at what she did. She was empty for moments like these, when the primary feeling of emptiness was made beneficial; when instead of a misfortune, it was an advantage. The Queen was safe.

Ro did what she could to deoxygenate the fire by sections, working in tandem with other fey who were dousing it or suffocating it with sand. Soon enough, the arena was in a shambled but safer condition and the issues would return to the metaphoricals rather than the physicals. The who and the why of the scene, rather than getting everyone to safety and preserving the integrity of a holy site. As Ro went back into the halls, she noticed people struggling in the grassy area beyond, and having not yet had contact with any of the hungries, she didn’t know what was going on. She was still in protector mode, so flying off didn’t occur to her.

And after she’d stepped on the grass, flying off was no longer an option.

She barely registered Ivy becoming a woman again beside her until she was already there, but Ro was kneeling in it now, unable to comprehend the feeling that was coming over her. She reached out to Ivy, grabbing her hand, grabbing anything she could cling to, and with horrified eyes, fear finally settled into Ro’s bones for the first time in decades. 

“Ivy—! What—is happening?!”

“I– I don’t know,” Ivy said, her hand clasping Rowan’s tight. “Come– c’mon, c’mere,” she said, gentle as she tugged the Shadow towards her, away from the blue grass onto the small patch of green she herself stood on: if her scant few years living as a fey had taught her anything, it was that for all the whimsy and absurd beauty of their world, nothing was ever coincidental, or left to chance. Is it contagious?

The look in Ro’s eyes – that fear – told Ivy that it didn’t matter.

Her grip was firm as she entwined their fingers, Ivy doing her best to remain calm for Ro’s sake; dark eyes seeking out a pair to match her own, willing Rowan to look at her. Touch was her first language, and she didn’t want Ro to feel alone – so she reached out with her free one, palm warm against Ro’s cheek, steady and gentle. “What’s wrong? What did it do?”

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nadia-ives·:

“Guess that answers the question about whether or not you know who I am,” Nadia said, taking the drink from Ivy. She took a sip to buy herself time to gather her thoughts then set it down again. Of course there’d be a cost to her questions, there was a cost to everything these days wasn’t there? Like she didn’t pay enough for 99. “Been hearing some things…Not sure whether or not I ought to believe them but Sean says you’re the one to ask. Did he tell you?” 

“He mentioned you wanted to see me, yeah.” Truth be told, Ivy didn’t care much for reeling in potential Players. Try as she might, that still felt uncomfortable – even after all these years, it hit too close to home. And reeling Nadia in would be all she did, in the end, no matter how bitter it felt. The woman was too valuable for anything else.. hell, for the look on Forest’s face alone.

“So.”

“What do you want to know?”