#faehymns

[epithvts]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed ,   @faehymns .

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   another   heroic   rescue   for   the   mortal,   ceridwen,   where she   screams   her   head   off   in   fear   &   he brings   her   where   the   rest   of   the   mortals   run   to   in   safety .

bloodshed   always   welcomed   with   open   arms ,   tries   not   to   relish   in   the   way   it   calls   to   him ,   like   a   siren   to   a   sailor .   tongue   peeks   out   to   lick   across   the   silver   of   his   blade ,   savoring   the   copper   taste .   he   thinks   then   that   perhaps   the   flavor   is   a   much   sweeter   taste   when   they've   wronged   you .   when   they've   spilled   your   own   blood ,   the   blood   of   your   blood .   adrius   sighs ,   almost   bored   -   like ,   despite   the   way   exhaustion   settles   into   his   bones .   doesn't   think   twice   as   he   plunges   that   fateful   sword   into   the   chest   of   another   peregryn .   no   longer   the   tortured   male   of   the   past ,   replaced   by   a   blood   -   thirsty   beast   that'd   been   aching   for   some   time   out   the   cage .   but   tries   to   rein   it   in   at   the   sight   of   the   mortal ,   who'd   just   been   the   victim   of   the   fae   he'd   slaughtered .   the   way   she   screams   makes   his   ears   burn ,   roughly   forcing   her   to   her   feet   as   he   grips   her   upper   arm .         ❛   quiet   your   ghastly   screams ,   mortal ,   ❜         he   hisses ,   throat   hoarse .         ❛   lest   you   want   us   dead   by   the   time   i   get   you   to   safety .   ❜

[epithvts]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed ,   @faehymns .

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:   under   the   mountain .

it's   not   hard   to   find   his   high   priestess   amongst   the   chaos   of   under   the   mountain .   he'd   already   checked   in   with   other   members   of   his   court ,   though   more   often   than   not ,   they   were   typically   glued   to   his   side   anyhow .   he   gives   a   dip   of   his   head   with   each   passing   priestess ,   offering   them   the   respect   that's   been   well   deserved .   before   brilliant   blue   hues   dart   to   the   person   he'd   been   seeking .         ❛   melike ,   ❜         fingers   itch   to   reach   out ,   to   pull   her   in   for   a   hug .   but   underneath   watchful   gazes   and   the   idea   of   holding   a   meeting   in   a   temple ,   it   hardly   seemed   appropriate .   tilts   his   head   to   a   more   secluded   area   of   the   temple .         ❛   what   information   have   you   for   me   ?   ❜