#folaigh

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Folaigh

Author:  sunshineoptimismandangels

Rating:  T

Status:  Completed in March 2015

Word Count:  90,253

Summary:  Blaine’s ordinary life is turned upside down when on vacation in Ireland he stumbles upon a small village tucked away and seemingly untouched by the outside world. The people of Folaigh almost seem magical especially the mysterious and compelling Kurt Hummel who is quickly stealing Blaine’s heart. Kurt longs for adventure and love, and finds more than he ever dreamed of in Blaine, but knows the secrets of Folaigh may end up breaking his heart and keeping him from Blaine. 

Tropes/Genre:  fantasy, romance, AU

Lynne’s review:  This is truly a gorgeous story - angsty, romantic, interesting - I fell in love with it and you will, too.

Read at:  AO3 or FF.net

Read the follow up one shot:  Haul Out The Holly

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Folaigh {Farkle & Aengus}

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Aengus was tired, more tired than he had felt in a while. His throat burns, he has bags under his eyes, and he doesn’t feel like human contact, or emotions. He had been out late last night, and gotten little sleep due to stress. He needed an escape, and even if it wasn’t likely, he didn’t want anyone searching him out to find him. So he was currently, as quietly as possible, making his way through the many rows of bookcases to the corner of the library. Often it was unoccupied, and he was praying it would be now, in the early morning, it was likely.

He sighs when he sees the entire corner is devoid of another person, and he sits down in the corner table. He pulls out his journal, and his herbology book, not really planning on getting anything done. He tugs his scarf and he lays his head on his hand, closing his eyes. Finally some peace. Aengus would fully admit he was a coward, there was a reason Gryffindor didn’t even get mentioned during his sorting, so he wasn’t mad at himself for hiding. If anything he was proud he found the quiet spot before anyone else wanting to hide. 

However, he knew his quiet couldn’t last long as he heard small footsteps approaching and he tugged his scarf tighter with a sigh.

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Two hearts which could not be tamed except by one another.

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BLOOD

-         No rivers

-         Dry land, cracking, peeling.

-         Mountains, angry

-         Thunder, lightning

-         Man eating trees (crimson leaves, pale bark).

-         Dry, dusty (dry air -> nosebleeds).

-         Dark, red clay.

-         A grey/yellow moss grew like spider webs over things

-         It is as if the corpses of dead animals fall from the sky – there are no predators, nor no preys in the blood phases, but dead animals appear in multitudes.

-         Lasts for thousands of years

FOLAIGH’S WOMB

Folaigh’s “womb” exists deep within an underground den.

Here Folaigh more or less hibernates.

She is visibly wounded, wallowing in a layer of her own blood.

She is emotionless, jaded, bitter - weak

NEUTRALITY

-         Begins to rain for days, years, until a flood occurs.

-         The flood brings Folaigh from her womb

-         A force enters, The Gatekeeper telepathically notifies Folaigh of his presence.

-         Living animals begin to enter the realm.

-         Birds at first; mosses and algae begin growing in the waters.

-         Folaigh’s wounds begin to scab.

BLOOM

-         The entered presence is that of a melanistic stag of great size (full grown bull moose proportions).

-         Saplings and wildflowers begin to sprout below his feet and thus spread, creating a dream-like grove.

-         The grove consists of great trees, growing to be the size of redwoods. Both deciduous and coniferous. The “nature” around her is no longer violent.

-         Folaigh is no longer weak, her wounds begin to bloom.

-         She is softer, kinder, now of the bloom.

-         The gateway becomes sealed and overgrown; the gatekeeper perishes, but remains immortal within Folaigh.