#faeryworld

[terrence-silver]

I miss Fae!Terry 😞 do you have any new stories in this AU?

I actually have a new but not quite so new fanfic in the making on Ao3 right here on the subject that I had archived and uploaded today upon this request if anyone's interested, inspired by all of @msfbgraves's beautiful inputs from the past who we should commend for the idea in the first place.

[quintessential-magpie]

🌿🌧 I found a fairy glen ✨🌧🌿

[ajramseyart]

Faerie healer commission wip!

Time to start painting! so excited

[terrence-silver]

Can you write more of the Fae!Terry AU? Like a little story or something? The idea that he has traces of the supernatural and the otherworldly to him, however tucked away, is just inherently fascinating to me.

You don’t understand the rules.

You don’t know what sharing a meal with him means.

And of course, this is the most mundane of things; being invited over for a first date, his chef preparing a candle-lit meal, liquor from the cellar being poured into a tall, star-lit glass, twilight on the balcony overlooking the quiet pale Malibu shore, you amazed by your surroundings, he, pretending he wasn’t tremendously pleased with that. Get used to it, he thinks. Old man was delightfully old fashioned; that’s what he played into, wining and dining you --- maybe expecting a quick fuck after it, like a gentleman does. If only just that. A fidgeting René personally comes out of the kitchen to ritualistically wish you a fine evening as the uniformed assistant carts out the creamy, red velvet Pomegranate cake and sets it down from its glass container, protected under a transparent decorative dome; that one was Terry’s own idea. The humor of this is particularly hilarious to him and he wasn’t about to pass up making a silent mythological reference as you’re opposite him, busy tinkering with your little dessert fork, humming, content with what you’re about to put into your mouth. You don’t realize that eating anything under his roof, on his territory, means never, ever leaving here again. Hades did it with Persephone, in times immemorial, so why should he be any different? He was going to flatter himself and say that this was a sort of Underworld, after all, masked in modern pale beiges and a minimalist facade, changing, with how the times change. The same way he changed. -”That was delicious. Thank you. You’re right, it was just as good as you promised.”- You coo, complementing him, dazed, wiping your mouth, a plate entirely empty in front of you. Terry observed you scoffing down each and every mouthful with particular interest; he wasn’t about to miss out on that for the world.

Beforehand, you ate an entrée

A main course.

Soup.

A cold appetizer.

Well filled, you gave over your control to him, never realizing you did.

Now was about high time for you to say something like ‘Such fun, but time for me to leave.’ ---‘Time for your chauffeur to give me a lift. Time for you to give me a lift.’

The words never come and Terry Silver counts on it.

There will be no second date.

The thing about ancient spells placed with special intent was, they’re unbreakable, and every place he inhibited was his territory. His sphere. His court. His pocket world. A link between the beyond and the now; you don’t understand, undoubtedly, why being here felt so safe, good and right; even though, validly, sleeping over (and never leaving) after merely just a first night together, was something of an eyebrow raiser, commonly. Terry chuckles. An eye-raiser? Here? Here, where everything was freely indulged in and everything was possible? Where nothing was for free? Where you could ask him for a glass of iced Filico Jewelry Water poured into carved crystal and be tied to him forever if he so desired? You could’ve prepared your own meal and the magic wouldn’t have the same effect, with sex so early on was literally the least of anyone’s issues, especially when there was sorcery to be contented with . Other people he’s brought here always prepared their food. Their tofu and their cheese screws. Terry had them preparing theirs; like they do on the cooking shows, playing into the supposed nonchalance of the act to add unto his image; The Billionaire who wasn’t stuffy. No, no, he was casual. So relaxed in how he hosts events. That's why they could leave. That’s why they could be fucking rid of. Released when their use was up. You? You get fed by his order. Multiple times, as he encouraged you, sitting back leisurely, watching you without blinking --- and you never want to go home. There was no home to be had anymore, but here. With him. The mansion balcony evaporates into smoke and fog and you’re in the bedroom, infinitely tired after your meal, led by his hand, laying you down on the black satin sheets and sinking into you, exposing your nudity. Only then does Terry say, jovially:

-”The way to the heart is really through the stomach, huh?”-

You never catch the layers of meaning any irony in the stated proverb.

[terrence-silver]

Honestly, the idea that Fae!Terry would pass through the veil and into the Fae-realm to however briefly, in a place where time is frozen or slowed down, show beloved an illusion, an astral projection, a mirage, a youthful mask he wears over his current aged maturity in order to portray, in ways photographs cannot, how he used to look in his prime, in the 80′s, and have himself be touched, kissed, looked at, pleasured, admired, because he is forever bitter that he’s met them so late in his life and that he had no control over the issue, is just...a thought that aches.

[terrence-silver]

for @msfbgraves, based on their lovely stories, original characters, concepts and most importantly, featuring Terry and Beloved (a very blatant self insert, as always) travelling to Ireland together. Thank you for your adorable additions --- they mean so much to me.💖

[quintessential-magpie]

🌿🌲🧚🏼‍♂️ Beware the little hollows.. the fae folk may very well live inside 🧚🏼‍♂️🌲🌿

[quintessential-magpie]

🌿✨When the fairy brook crosses your path, you would do well to stay away. For a monstrous troll lives along its banks, and he’ll crush your bones like clay.✨🌿