theladythor, missdarlathing, and superfeypower reached brolevel
"Oh, hey. Fancy seeing you here. How's it hangin?"

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theladythor, missdarlathing, and superfeypower reached brolevel
"Oh, hey. Fancy seeing you here. How's it hangin?"
I've tasted the sun before, I'm fairly certain I could handle yours - if I decided to take it. Which I wouldn't. Not without your permission. I'm not that hungry. Have you met any recently? It's been years since I met any Fae.
“There’s a whole pack of them in the Shire, well, near it. They bred with the hobbits there, with quite interesting results,” he said, thinking of the Tooks. ”If you consider Elves your kin I could bring you to meet many. Their numbers have dwindled, but they are not all yet gone.”
*grins widely and pulls at the side of his pants, exposing his hip bone and an ancient, swirling blue rune* That's my real name, it is a secret but you couldn't name me by it, not unless I told you. I call myself Warren, and I suppose that's what you may call me. Have you met very many Fae?
Fae-kind certainly, but not many of your specific kind. I would warn against taking my energy, Warren, you may find more than what you can handle.
Gandalf, a Wizard huh? Don't think I've ever met a real wizard. Only the trickster kind, at least. And, for your information, I've only ever met one other Faery and he was very kindly, so I'd appreciate if you only insulted me and not my race.
It wasn’t an insult, young fae, merely a statement of fact. Kindness has nothing to do with impatience nor rudeness and both are relative depending on the culture of the race we’re discussing so it’s really a pointless argument.
*His blue eyes sparkled warmly*
I admire your spirit. Will you give me your name or is that a secret?
Fair enough, but at least I'm not parading around as a human when I am not - at least not now anyways. What are you?
What am I?
You’re very rude for a Fae. Or perhaps that’s why you are rude, that seems more likely. I am a Wizard and my name is Gandalf, if you care to know it.
Well, hello there, what a curious thing you seem to be.
Thing? THING? If I am a thing, then so are you, dear fellow. *Looks at Warren from up under his eyebrows, frowning*
REUNION (superfeypower&heliosborn)
The music pounded throughout Warren's body as he twisted, danced and twirled around the night club. He weaved his way through bodies, glistening in sweat, drinks spilling from their hands held high. His fingers casually slipped over skin, clothes and hair, grasping only brief strands of energy from the mass of bodies before pushing them away. He was looking for a very specific energy, one he had been chasing down for what seemed like an eternity, trying to find it since it had last up and ran away.
A glimmer here and then kept him on the hunt, brought him down to the Deep South - where he probably wasn't too welcomed - and kept him on a never-ending goose chase. And it wasn't that he was so obsessed that he had to be by its side forever, no, he just needed it. Like the moon needs the sun, it was a strange balance to his life. But, of course, it needed space. Confinement seemed to terrify it. Commitment seemed to terrify it even more. That was ok. He could make it work.
So he searched, keeping on its coattails, minding his own business but still ever hunting, ever waiting to find that glowing sunspot - he assumed it would only happen when Zeke was ready though. And though he wouldn't admit it, he hoped it was soon.