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The nickname ‘Little Dark One’ started as something Nymphaea called her son, and it was not until after her execution that Arawn & Adaon started using it but for entirely different reasons. Arawn uses it as a reminder of the fact he can have even those closest to him killed without hesitation and Adaon uses it the same way Nymphaea used it.
"You are the most ravishing lady in the room." + Arawn & Nymphaea
"Thank you,” she chuckled, a faint blue blush rising on her cheeks. There was a certain rush that came with being complimented by one of the most powerful faeries alive that Nymphaea liked more than she cared to admit. When it came to being with him there was little actual choice if he had his eyes set on you but that didn’t mean it was all bad. In fact most of it was good if you looked past the ever present danger of being killed because you no longer pleased him. “I’m certain you don’t need me to tell you that you are the most handsome person here by no small margin. Though you are, as always, my King.”
Instead of singing to my muse, pls write a cute thing of Nymphaea singing to lil Kieran maybe? ^^
Nymphaea looked down at the small toddler with his head in her lap, a content smile on her face as she ran a hand through his color shifting hair. There was so much she wished she could give to this precious gift that the man who had claimed her as his own had given her. Yet they were both fated to stay here, his toys until he tired of them and broke them at the first moment he could find an excuse. She would settle instead for giving him as much of herself as she could in the time they had to ensure that he didn’t get broken in this cruel court. For if they could not have a lifetime she wanted him to be happy with what they did have.
She started humming to him almost without thinking of it. Music was something most faeries were fond of and nixies were far from an exception to that.
“Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay.”
“Lay down your head and I’ll sing you a lullaby Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay And I’ll sing you to sleep and I’ll sing you tomorrow Bless you with love for the road that you go.”
“May you sail far to the far fields of fortuneWith diamonds and pearls at your head and your feetAnd may you need never to banish misfortuneMay you find kindness in all that you meet.”
“May there always be angels to watch over youTo guide you each step of the wayTo guard you and keep you safe from all harmLoo-li, loo-li, lai-lay.”
“May you bring love and may you bring happinessBe loved in return to the end of your daysNow fall off to sleep, I’m not meaning to keep youI’ll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay.”
“May there always be angels to watch over youTo guide you each step of the wayTo guard you and keep you safe from all harmLoo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay.”
“Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-layLoo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-layLoo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-layLoo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-layLoo-li, lai-lay.”
She sighed happily, the rhythmic breathing of her son giving away that the song had in fact done what it was intended to do. “You are so very precious my little dark one,” she whispered, staying still so as to not disturb the young nixie.
“ you belong to me ” + arawn for nymphaea
A shiver ran up the nixie’s spine at those words, there was no question they were true. He left no room for questioning it. “Of course, that mortal was simply being foolish. His lover even told him his eyes were wandering where they were not welcomed.” Faeries knew better, knew that trying to touch the king’s things be they lovers or objects would lead to nothing but pain, mortals however often found themselves unable to learn that without suffering. “And they were not welcomed, I swear it my King.”
“The court has not been unkind to me,” Nymphaea smiled, despite the lack of her having any real say in whether she accepted to be brought to the court she didn’t dislike it as much as she thought she would have. “At least not entirely.”
“I think it will be a boy,” there was a slight waver in her voice. She knew the fate that would befall her child, and likely herself, should they be a girl. The King had long mourned his first daughter and any more born to him were slain so they would not suffer like she did, at least that is what Arawn would claim.
“His majesty is not here at the moment, if I recall correctly he’s attending a revel one of the lords is hosting.”
Nymphaea’s death was ultimately due to the fact that as soon as Kieran was born he came first in her eyes. Full blooded faerie children are generally rather rare due to faeries just naturally being less likely to conceive with one another and even when two faeries have a child it is entirely possible theirs will be sick and need to be switched with a human one so when one is born without magic to help the process along it’s generally a big deal. Not to mention that she didn’t want him to become like some of the other princes.
