Still thinkin about anxceit but like, reverse what I usually view as their normal dynamic of janus being naturally witty and smooth and Virgil being openly jittery and cautious to say, like:
Janus being a runnaway of some sort to escape, having stark heterochromia, still using lies to protect himself even when he learns that Virgil, who is distinctly Not Human(think more fae prince like from LAOFT or otherworldly being, its at least LAOFT inspired tho) can see right through his lies without trying, not that Virgil really understands Why Janus generally keeps impulsively lying in general(its a fun thing to taunt other far with, I suppose? Aside from being a bad habit anyway), but he doesnt push abt it.
Virgil actually saved Janus's life from a grievous head wound, being the first being to treat Janus gentle and without disgust or hatred. It's only sort of a gift that Virgil gives Janus, as the only way Virgil could save Janus from bleeding out was mending the one side of his face and head with something new, thus gifting him shimmering scales as both a gift of health and a representation of Virgils otherworldly claim on Janus.
It takes a while for Janus to adjust to it, as his heterochromia had often been the source of so much of his past abuse, but the way the Virgil gazes at him unflinchingly and with reverance convinces him over time that he is worth that gaze.
I really just have this scene stuck in my head, heed the warnings in the tags tho:
Janus stumbling into the forest after escaping being attacked by some people from his village, bleeding out, desprate and exhausted and panicked.
In his delirium he ends up stumbling into a fairy circle or smth of that nature, and it summons Virgil who is luckily rather sympathetic to humans, on rare occasions at least. And Virgil sees this weak dying human, exhausted and scared, sobbing and just seeking safety, comfort, something to make it all stop.
Virgil is quick to reach out, putting a stasis on the humans wounds to cease the bleeding, unable to immediately heal the boy but it works nonetheless to stop the pain and temporarily remove one of the many things distressing the poor thing.
He then uses a lure within his voice to calm the trembling human down, cooing softly in a way that fogs Jan's frazzled brain in a warm hazy way. Janus is immediately away of the charm, the being clearly being transparent with it.
"Come, dear, its alright. Ive got you. Your hurt, let me help you? Please? Then you can rest, i'll keep you safe, I promise. Please, let me keep you?"
Janus knows what the fae is asking, knows exactly what it means, knows that he ahould be all accounts be terrified and refuse and run.
But hes tired, and this fae is cradling his face so nicely and speaking so comfortingly, and hes so tired. So tired of being scared and being hurt, and he just wants it to stop. He's exhausted from running, hes lost so much blood, and knows he'll likely die if he says no, if not today then could be tomorrow, next week, hes never going to be safe.
He hiccups, and reaches for the fae who catches him easily, his lanky arms surprisingly strong and warm, drawing him into a safe embrace in an instant.
"Please, keep me?"
He feels the taller lean down, cradling him closer, to kiss his forehead.
"I promise."
Janus's world goes dark after that.
When he wakes up, his face is tucked snuggly into the crook of Virgils neck and his body cradled safely in the others arms, tucked safely in a patched cloak for warmth, for once feeling fully rested and safe. Theres no more pain or fear, just a deep warm contentment as the fae cards his fingers through the human's soft hair, occassionally stroking the sensitive shimmering patches of scales that have replaced the wounds.
Janus never does regret letting Virgil keep him, not when it meant safety. Not when it meant spending his life at Virgil's side. Perhaps it's a little obvious, that Janus is owned by Virgil, that he belongs to Virgil more than to himself, but he doesnt really care, doesnt have the space in his mind to care, doesnt make space to care that he could be more independent if he asked to be, if he wanted to be. He's perfectly content where he is, safe and sound and at Virgil's side.
No one else seems to believe that theres nowhere else he'd rather be.
December Drabbles Day 15
Sanders Sides: Roman, Logan, Virgil
Blurb: Things would be so much easier if only their human, Virgil, would talk to them.
Inspiration: While I already answered @letthefandomsbegin’s two sentence prompt of: Logan looked at Roman, eyes dark. "I need you to really think about what you're saying, because you're going to hurt Virgil even more if you do not." This other potential fic idea wouldn’t leave my head. Soo I wrote it out. ^^;;
Fic Type: g/t fic, Alien!AU, Alien!Roman, Alien!Logan, Fae!Virgil
Overall Fic Warnings: Implied past history of mistreatment. Extra Limbs, Biting.
Taglist in Reblog.
Logan looked at Roman, eyes dark. "I need you to really think about what you're saying, because you're going to hurt Virgil even more if you do not."
Roman bit back a retort, glancing down to where their little human crouched on the table, watching them with eyes that held a cautious intelligence that only became more apparent the longer Virgil was in their care.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought this whole plan through, but the protectiveness of his mate over the boy was something unexpected.
Of course, how could Logan have not grown fond of their little foundling after nursing the poor human back to health after they had rescued him from his dismal living conditions?
They had been through every setback, every scare with the small male in working to keep him alive. Even pulling all nighters researching the best methods to ensure that their human could return to full health and safely achieve his full metamorphosis from scrawny, boney, four limbed Human into his final form of a full grown Fae.
Not that Virgil was full grown yet. Roman was still hoping that he would end up with a tail, but he had successfully formed his third pair of limbs, a beautiful pair of black and purple wings as soft as the hide of a baby Seleen, during their last cycle of Garvit’s Ring.
Wings that their human needed to use in order for them to gain enough strength so that he could eventually fly.
Roman ran his fingers over his horns, sitting back in his chair with a sigh as he turned to his mate. “I’m just saying, a mindlink would make this easier.”
Far easier than the pantomiming they’d been doing up until this point. He could sense how wary Virgil was of them. Feel the panic swirl of the boy's thoughts whenever Roman or Logan had to physically move one of his limbs to get him to understand what they wanted from him.
“Or it could send him spiraling further than he already has.” Logan retorted, indigo waves flashing across his dark skin as his ears twitched, his attention too on Virgil. “You saw how he reacted to his wings! He doesn’t understand what is happening to him and if we introduce too much--”
“But talking isn’t the same as learning how to use a new set of limbs, Lo. He’s exercising his brain not his muscles!” He spun to his mate, tail twisting to wrap around Logan’s. “If we could just communicate our intentions clearly to him we could--”
“I know.” Lo exhaled, resting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. “We could show him we mean no harm, that we merely mean to aid him as he grows. But, Ro--” He grimaced, showing a brief flash of his fangs. “He’s quite timid compared to the reports of other Humans.”
“Timid?” Roman snorted, touching a small lightning shaped scar on his wrist. Virgil had managed to draw blood from them more than once in the early days of their guardianship over him. He had been quite feral until he realized that he was safe--well safer here with them.
“You know what I mean.” Logan said, carefully placing a book down on the table, the pages flipped open to a hologram of a Waie fledgling flapping her wings. “He could have another relapse. I can’t--”
He knew. He didn’t want another relapse either. The screams the human had let out when he first saw his new wings still haunted them both.
At the time Logan had had to physically restrain Virgil to keep him from destroying his new limbs with his own hands and had received quite the series of bites to his fingers in the process.
But those actions, that lack of communication between them had cost them dearly.
Virgil had reverted to being just as feral as when they’d first rescued him after that. Refusing to trust them with anything. They’d had to start back at square one and it was frustrating. So frustrating to see all their progress lost in the matter of minutes.
“He didn’t relapse five days ago though.” Roman said, tail flicking to wrap around Logan’s.
Five days ago when their human’s eyes had finally shifted from their baby brown coloration into the more adult shade of a shimmering galaxical violet.
Five days ago, when Roman had successfully formed a telepathic link with their human and clearly communicated to Virgil and had him understand that Roman was only trying to help him and not hurt him further.
Understand and be…leery of it. Okay. Frightened by it. Roman could still feel the slight headache behind his eyes from how forcefully Virgil had slammed the ‘figurative door,’ as Logan would say, on their mindlink.
But he hadn’t relapsed. No, if anything, Virgil was looking at them more frequently now, brilliant eyes wary, but no longer scared.
Though….He glanced down to see their human had moved to his feet, wings trembling where they were folded tightly against his back as he glanced to the holographic image of flight before deliberately turning his back on it.
Roman pressed his lips together, running his fingers over his horns. Honestly, they couldn’t make it any clearer than that that they wanted him to learn how to fly. Was he purposely not understanding? Purposely refusing? A mind link would do wonders in clarifying the human’s thought process.
Cautiously he sent out a tendril of reassurance to him and was rewarded as the human jerked, wings half spreading before he snapped them shut.
Huh. Virgil was getting better control of that at least. His wings remained folded most of the time now instead of hanging limply from his back dragging across the floor like an oddly shaped cape whenever the human tried to walk anywhere.
Of course, from the swirling tumult of his thoughts, Roman could gather that Virgil was trying to not think about his new limbs. An ‘if I can’t see it then it’s not there’ philosophy that was...well silly. He doubted the human could just forget the new weights on his back, not when they were a part of him now.
No, it would be better if Virgil would just accept this change and move his wings more. Spread them out at least if he didn’t want to flap them yet. Stretch. He could only imagine how cramped the wings had to feel being constantly folded like that.
Roman raised an eyebrow, smirking as the human turned, purple eyes taking on a soft glow as he glared up at him. “He seems fine to me.”
Couldn’t Logan see that the shifting in Virgil’s eye color and therefore, the maturing of his brain to accept a telepathic link could only be a good thing for them?
It meant he and Roman could now communicate their intentions directly to the human--if he would let him--rather than having to rely on pantomime and sifting through Virgil’s tumultuous color and pattern filled mind to interpret whether or not their intentions were understood.
Granted, he knew humans didn’t normally use their minds to talk, but if theorists were right, whether he wanted to or not, it would only be a matter of time before Virgil’s brain matured enough to automatically instigate telepathic links with those around him.
His mate huffed as he too watched their human, before sending out his own tentative wave of thought to the human to see his reaction. “Well yes, but we haven’t yet seen the full ramifications of that yet.”
Roman fought back the urge to roll his eyes. “Because you’re not letting us do more than brush the edges of his mind!”
He could get not wanting to overload their human with even more changes. Agreed with it actually. It was better to not force Virgil to run before he was ready to walk when it came to telepathic links...but the anticipation of what they could have was killing him.
Logan exhaled, scooting his chair closer to Roman’s so he could lean against him. “Patience, Ro. While I agree a mind link would be easier, we have to take into consideration how Virgil will react. How he’ll feel to have such a method of communication presented to him. We can’t just force him before he’s ready.”
He knew. He didn’t have to like it though.
But surely, Virgil had to realize that those brief seconds of clear communication was a good thing.
If their human would only--but no, he knew their human wasn’t fond of change, his near hysterical reaction when he’d seen his newly formed wings for the first time proved that. But it didn’t stop him from hoping that Virgil would accept his new telepathic ability far quicker than he was accepting his wings. If only--
He sent out another light tap to the human’s mind. Like a knock on the door. Asking to be let in.
“Just think of the possibilities, my love. How he could answer all our questions. How we wouldn’t have to guess at what he needs. He could just tell us.” Roman whispered, a small smirk flicking on his lips as he felt his mate’s own careful knock on the human’s mind. “We can’t know how he’ll react to a mindlink if we don’t give him a little stronger push--”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Roman cut off, breath catching in his throat as he felt a responding knock brush against his thoughts. Could it be?
Logan twitched, sitting up, his tail flicking into a question mark as another swirl of blue danced across his skin, his dark eyes lighting up. “Ro?”
He held up a hand to silence his mate, crouching down in front of the table to make eye contact with the human.
Virgil didn’t flinch away this time, small hands clenching into fists as his purple eyes took on a brighter glow at the same moment Roman felt another tap tap tap at the edges of his mind.
Logan inhaled sharply, leaning forward. “He’s!”
“SHH!!” He hissed, well aware of how both their heart rates had skyrocketed. Their human was reaching out! He was attempting to communicate! He!
Roman drew in a shaky breath as he tilted his head, carefully sending out a tendril of thought towards the presence he could sense hovering just outside his mind and waited.
Waited for something to happen.
This could be their only chance at having their human reach out. Their only chance to finally establish--
Almost like the roll of thunder in the sky, another’s presence warily entered his mind forming a tentative connection. Then like the sound of waves breaking against the distance shore. He heard him.
I have a little 2k anxceit fic sitting mostly finished in my docs from that one idea i had about Fae!Virgil and Human!Janus?? And the only reason I havent posted it yet is cuz it's starting point is vague and hops right into the smut without some flavor context for the au/characters relationship that I genuinely want to add but uh
Man I really did enjoy writing Virgil absolutely adoring sucking on Janus' little cock and eating him out, huh? Also fucking for hours in a fairy circle while under bodily command of orgasm denial? 👌👌👌👀👀👀👉👈
The forest wasn't new to Logan, they'd been here before, explored it before. They loved the forest.
They left little things every now and then. They felt watched, but they knew how to respect the things living in the forest, and the forest itself.
They didn't speak, but they felt welcomed.
Today was nothing new. They were walking, exploring. It was later, a chill was falling and soon they'd be unable to visit the forest so regularly. Winter would be hitting soon. This would be the last time they'd be here until the weather started warming.
They could hear the scurrying of the animals, and the sounds of the forest in general. Usually they found them welcoming, lovely. But today...they felt watched.
There were many things in the forest to be viewed as odd - but Logan didn't question it. They just treated these things with respect, like they would normally, went through the gates and not around, closed them behind himself.
They found circles a lot - of leaves, mushrooms. Of anything, really. They avoided them, usually. But today they'd found one that was...peculiar.
It wasn't made of anything particular. It was just a circle of frost - bits of the grass frozen in a perfect circle. Logan looked at the circle for a moment, curious, but being very careful not to step inside, before pulling something out of their bag. An old necklace, with a purple stone. They wrapped it in a cloth, and carefully placed it in the circle. Stepping back, they glanced around, before walking off again.
For the rest of their time in the forest, they were unnerved. They didn't feel as safe. They felt watched.
As they prepared to leave, they were stopped. Someone grabbed them and turned them around, pushing them up against a tree.
They looked into piercing blue eyes, the most beautiful and clear they'd ever seen, though slightly obscured by glasses. The palest skin they'd ever seen as well, and the most unique hair.
The fae - because that's what they were - leaned forward to whisper into Logan's ear.
"Don't you know better than to leave gifts to those you don't know the objectives of?"
They were left alone after they said this - and they slid down to the ground. They stared forward, breathing heavy.
They didn't notice the things left for them in their pocket until they got home.
A seed packet, something that looked like polished glass, no sharp edges to it, and threaded onto something long enough to be a necklace, but that could also be tightened down to a bracelet. A stone polished and shaped to look like a heart. All of which mirrored gifts Logan had left before.
At least now he knew where the things he left in the forest went.
He hadn't returned until spring - he'd planned to return sooner, but it had taken him time to work up the courage. He'd taken to wearing the necklace around. His cat didn't like any of the things the...being, had given him.
He didn't expect to see it again - but as soon as he entered the forest, he was pressed up against a tree again.
"Just couldn't stay away, hm? I thought you were gone for good after that time..."
Logan swallowed thickly. "I...brought snacks-"
"I can tell. What's your objective here?"
"...a friend?"
The being was quiet for a moment. Soon, Logan was released, and the being stepped back some.
"...Call me Vi. Vy/vim pronouns."
"You can call me Logan. He/him pronouns today." Logan pulled a bag of a variety of sweet treats out of his bag. Treats he'd made without salt. He sat down and offered the bag to Vi.
Vi took one of the cookies out of the bag, slowly nibbling on it while watching Logan. Logan merely took a different snack out, and set the bag down in between them. "Take as many as you'd like. No strings attached." He clarified. Vi relaxed some and took a couple more treats, eating happily.
The two of them sat for a moment, just enjoying the things Logan made, and enjoying the company, in Logan's case.
After some time, Vi spoke up.
"Did you know what you were getting into?"
"...sort of? I was...curious."
"Of course." Vi rolled vir eyes. "Humans are to curious for their own good sometimes." He stared at Logan for a moment, then leaned forward. Logan got another good look at those eyes - blue surrounded by deep black, almost like a light in an abyss. "Do you know what I am?"
"...I assume you're fae."
"You would be right."
They sat together quietly, for the most part, but occasionally speaking up.
This became the norm. Whenever Logan went to the forest, they and Vi would talk. They would bring treats, and make sure Vi knew they weren't expecting anything in return. Vi made sure to ask what pronouns the other was using.
One day, Vi didn't show up.
Logan kept coming to the forest, and leaving little things for Vi to find. He left notes as well, letting vim know they didn't expect anything in return for these things.
They didn't see Vi again until it neared winter again.
Logan was swept off of his feet this time, when he entered the forest. Held in a bridal hold. He threw his arms around Vi's neck, eyes wide as he stared up at the fae. They hadn't touched each other since their second meeting.
"Why haven't you been showing up?"
"Summer is...hard for me. I avoid going out during it. I usually sleep."
"...So you're unseelie?"
"Yes."
After that, they fell quiet again. Vi didn't look at Logan through this.
"...Vi-"
"Virgil. Call me Virgil."
"...Virgil. Are you alright? Have you been alright?"
"...Summer gives me a lot of time to think." Logan went quiet as he listened to Virgil. Vy didn't speak for a moment after saying that, but soon spoke up again. "It took me a moment to realize, but...I think..." Logan was patient, letting Virgil pull vir thoughts together. "...I love you."
They both fell quiet again. Virgil let Logan down, and they stared at each other for a moment, until-
"Mmph-" Virgil gave a sound of surprise as vy were pulled into a kiss. The kiss only lasted for a few moments, before Logan pulled away.
Could you maybe do Damaged Wings (maybe fae Virgil gets injured while protecting human Patton) for BTHB?
Damaged Wings
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Virgil peaked his head out from behind a crate. “Is it safe?”
When Patton didn’t respond, he looked around the small enclosure, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fragile human. He saw him curled in the corner, knees tucked to his chest and forehead pressed to them. Virgil scrambled across the room, sliding the last few inches to sit under Patton’s legs.
Patton looked between his knees at the fae who couldn’t be more than a foot tall. “What are you doing out?” He all but hissed in a whisper.
Virgil’s wings flared out in distress. “You were being so quiet, I didn’t know what was happening!”
Patton sighed. “The guard is still here. If you’re going to stay with me, be quiet.”
Virgil nodded, settling against the wall with one hand holding onto Patton’s torn and dirty sweater. They stayed like that for a while, sitting in comforting silence as they waited for the guard to leave.
He finally did, only to come back with another guard a few minutes later. The keys both had on their belts rattled loudly as they walked. One lifted his keys, inserting one into the lock and opening the cell door. Patton scrambled to his feet, careful to not step on Virgil and to keep him out of sight.
Virgil didn’t like the way they were roughly handling Patton so flew up and got in the first guards face with the cry of, “Pick on someone your own size!”
The guard released Patton in surprise, going so far as to take a step back. Virgil turned to try to deal with the second guard but the first had already recovered, seizing him by a wing. “Mind your own business.” The guard snarled as he flicked his wrist, sending Virgil sailing through the air to collide with the wall.
He tried to get up but let out a cry of pain when he felt the tear in his wing, the other bent at an unnatural angle. The guards paid him no mind as they grabbed Patton’s arms and dragged him out of the cell. Patton put up a good fight, kicking and screaming, but it was no use. Virgil could only watch as he disappeared around the corner.
Patton hoped Virgil would be alive when he got back. Virgil hoped Patton would come back.
Everyone always talked abut how if they had a rough day or needed to unwind that there was this one guy that always managed to help them.
They would always get jittery when they talked about him, but no one ever seemed to really notice. Roman thought it was probably just remembering first impressions of him or just being reminded of what they went to him for.
By first appearances, you would not peg this guy as someone who would have any sense of chill.
Emo to max. Almost every square inch of fabric on this guy was pitch black, no matter the weather. And even surfaces that weren’t black were a unhelpful purple plaid.
Roman wondered how the guy could live in the Florida heat in a black hoodie and ripped jeans in summer of all seasons.
He always insisted on using nicknames, not that Roman minded (though he had minded his when everyone started calling him Princey for reasons he still didn’t understand), as he was always one to come up with clever nicknames for his friends.
Stormcloud was chill guy’s nickname. Roman smirked the first time he heard it, knowing his appearance like a dark and stormy night was no doubt the reason he went by it.
Roman had been stressed out constantly since the beginning of school, and it was now March. He was the lead role in his school’s musical production and the practice had exponentially ramped up over the last few weeks. Roman had been tempted so many times to go to chill guy’s house to see what the fuss was about.
But something always held him back, he could never place why. Sometimes Stormcloud’s face looked too sharp, too clean, too inhuman. But Roman knew it was just a trick of the light or the makeup Stormcloud wore, eyeshadow much bud?
Finally, Roman couldn’t take it anymore. Roman thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t waited longer as he felt himself get more and more towards his breaking point as he drove to Stormcloud’s infamous chill house.
Once he got there, there were already a number of cars in the driveway. Roman sat in the car a moment.
This was quite a sketchy neighborhood, not to mention right by a forest rife with stories of disappearances and countless missing persons. As Roman sat there his thoughts turned to how exactly Stormcloud was able to calm the people who came to him. A pang of fear went through him when he considered that drugs could be a part of it, but Roman waved it off. He didn’t peg Stormcloud as the druggie type. Stormcloud was too... quiet for that.
Gathering up his courage, Roman stepped out of his car and walked the short ways up the drive. As if waiting for him, the door opened just before he got to it and he saw that dark, mysterious, emo persona in the doorway.
Roman’s stomach rolled, but he brushed it off as a another wave of stress from his responsibilities.
They greeted each other. Roman told Stormcloud about how he needed to unwind and how he heard this was the place to go. Stormcloud smirked at that, drawling out that he had heard so much about Princey and how some had talked about how hard he had worked over the past year. He said that the people who talked about him said it was impressive that Princey hadn’t come to him yet.
Roman didn’t like something in the way Stormcloud talked about him as he was. It remind Roman vaguely of how a predator talked about their prey.
He was getting second thoughts about this.
But before he could get the resolve to possibly change his mind, Stormcloud stuck out his hand in a formal greeting. Stormcloud asked for his name, and though something in the back of his mind reminded him to not give out his true name to those in or near the forest, Roman knew those stories he had heard weren’t true.
His name was Roman. Roman Prince.
Suddenly, a smile broke out on Stormcloud’s face, one that Roman felt weirdly obligated to mirror.
Roman then realized, Stormcloud really was a chill dude, how had he ever thought otherwise?
Stormcloud beckoned Roman in, telling him he needed to come inside to experience the ‘magic.’
Without a second’s hesitation, Roman stepped through the doorway, not noticing the faint circle of small grey toadstools that surrounded the house.
Stormcloud smirked and securely shut the door behind Roman.
But Roman knew with such a chill guy, nothing could go wrong.
Roman smiled.
He was okay, Stormcloud was here to help him relax.
(This little thing is inspired by the fae Patton post that for some reason I can’t find the original post, but it’s with Virgil calling Patton a fun guy.
Roman was foolish near a faerie ring as a child and now lives in service to a court of fae, singing songs in a gilded cage for the Fae King in his throne room. He’s been in faerie land for so long now he hardly remembers anything else, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t long for his freedom.
Most of the fae have no problem with keeping a human as a glorified pet, but there is one that treats Roman kindly, brings him honeyed tea for his throat and sometimes even lets him out of the cage to stretch when no one else is in the throne room. This fae is actually the son of the king, the Faerie Prince, Virgil, and after years of hearing the human sing love songs, he realizes he’s fallen in love with his father’s “pet,” and doesn’t want him to be a prisoner anymore.
The King learned enough of Roman’s name to control him and lay claim to him by the fae’s rules, but Virgil tells Roman that if he gives Virgil his full, true name, Virgil’s claim would be stronger than the king’s and Virgil’s orders could override his father’s. Roman, who views Virgil with something bordering on reverence, since he’s the only person to show him a modicum of kindness in the last decade or so, agrees and gives him his name.
Virgil orders Roman to “come with me” and they make a break for it, knowing Virgil’s father won’t be too happy about Virgil’s defiance. While on the run, Virgil and Roman get to actually talk to each other for basically the first time, as the times when Virgil would visit Roman were when Roman had to rest his voice after singing, and figure out how to interact as actual people rather than what boils down to “favorite toy” and “only speck of light in his darkness.”
The two must learn to trust each other as equals if they’re going to outwit Virgil’s father and keep the freedom that they’ve stolen.
Me doing fanart of fae!Virgil from @lefaystrent 's Fic If You Have Nightmares, We'll Dance on the Bed.... It's more likely than you think.
Honestly, I am in love with a lot of Lefay's fics, but this one has quickly become an all time favorite. It's unique, heart wrenching, and very fresh take on fae lore and fae stories. Each chapter just keeps you on your seat and just when you think you know what's going to happen, it goes in an entirely different direction. If you haven't read it, I highly reccomend you do.
