After TWK part ii
Jude was looking at some sketches when Tom saw her. She was so beautiful, he had noticed her before when she picked up Oak but never did anything about it. His hands felt sweaty and he had to wipe his palms on his jeans as he walked towards her. Somebody bumped into him, knocking his glasses down. A short woman with umber skin and too young to have white hair excused herself as he tried to feel for them. The lack of light and moving feet made it difficult for him to make out their shape. A hand reaches out to help him and returns his glasses. A boy.
No a young man, not much older than Tom with a haughtiness that made it obvious he was not familiar with the word no. He wore such a long and dark shirt that he would have stood out during the day especially with the humidity. But under the guise of low light and darkness he blended quite well. His sharp cheekbones and burning amber eyes greeted Tom as he thanked him for returning his glasses.
Cardan smiled, " You shouldn't go around giving so much gratitude you might end up in someone's debt one day. Besides they were right in front of me, easy to find."
"Well, thank you. Last time I'll say it." Tom frowned at the small damage, "Oh no. There's a big scratch. I knew I should've worn contacts. Now how will I find her." He mutters the last bit of his gripe but of course the King of Elfhame hear's this.
"Yes. What a shame they didn't break. Are you looking for someone, a date perhaps?" Cardan didn't even try to hide his eagerness but Tom was too distracted to notice. Tom nods and tries clean his glasses to the best of his abilities.
"Well sort of, do you think you can help me out. She was just over by that wall over there, I didn't see her brother or her sister with her."
Cardan follows his gaze, "Well what does she look like? Fair skinned? Blonde? Oooo I think that's her over there!" He points in the opposite direction at a random mortal but Tom just shakes his head and starts to press on looking for her. Town square wasn't that big but there were plenty of people and conflicting rhythms to get lost in it all. A couple of teens with neon glow paint ran in between them laughing with glee. "I doubt we'll find her now."
Tom frowns," I wonder if I still have that call sheet from all the parents in homeroom. Pretty sure I uploaded it to my-"SMACK. Cardan slaps the phone out of Tom's hand and it falls facedown on the pavement. Tom looks down at it in horror. "Why did you do that?!"
"Do what? Stand here as your phone flew out of your hands? I just met you sir and I have trouble with where your tone is going." Cardan steers him out of the crowd and under a lamplight handing him a handkerchief with strange embellishments. Tom begins to profusely wipe away at the screen hoping it'll turn on. Cardan taps at the phone and seems to power off. "No good I see. Well you might as well get a drink to wash away this turnout. How about some wine. Oh look, wine!" He points at a sangria vendor. But Tom won't have any of it.
"Dude, what is your problem! I'm trying to find my date, whose not really my date, and you're bad juju is messing up my vibes!" Tom pushes his glasses up onto his forehead in frustration, cursing today's events.
Cardan glares at him with narrow eyes, noticing how much taller this human is. Not only that but stockier too. He reaches out to feel Tom's bicep and gasps at how impressive it is. This bumbily fool who seemed weak willed with muscles would be perfect for Jude.
" No thank you, I don't drink alcohol."
Cardan's jaw dropped at his enemy incarnate. This man was Jude's dream come true. Before he could utter a glamour to sabotage him further, The Bomb pushed him out of the way. Bringing Tom's face to her own. She whispered in a heavily enchanted voice that he would not speak nor remember his encounter with the King tonight nor would he tell anyone about it. She hesitated before she added that from now on he would not need glasses anymore and to keep a close watch on Jude and her siblings. Bringing her any news of changes or strange occurrences. Cardan opened his mouth to add something when he was rushed away.
They watched from afar as their beloved mortal found Oak's teacher and waited to see things unravel. When they returned to faerie, furniture was thrown and goblets of wine were filled. And the king refused any visitors as he retreated into his former seneschal's living quarters. The Bomb was allowed to bring refreshments of wine but the King did not want to see anybody else.
Cardan tossed and turned as he dreamt of that stupid mortal being lead away by Jude. The same Jude who wouldn't smile at Cardan's clever jokes or wear that pretty sunflower dress for him that he sent for her. The flowly fabrics with dips that accentuated curves he's felt before. He sighed into the duvet breathing in her perfume. He scoffed at how disgusting he had become, like some love scorned faun.
How had she not figured it out? The mortal ward of Madoc the Redcap, the famously clever twin who outsmarted and outstrategized as she lived and breathed. Why was she still on the other side?
He looked at the ceiling and faced answer he didn't want to admit.
Maybe she didn't figure it out because she didn't want to come back. What if she didn't want his forgiveness and wanted to stay exiled.
Or even more frightening, what if she had and decided that she didn't care anymore. That he wasn't worthy of revenge?
Cardan's chest hurt at the thought and he wondered if the pain was from anything else unrelated. He knew it was not.
The Bomb came to the door, no goblet in hand but raised eyebrows at her King's state. She turned around and gestured for Van, the Roach to go in instead. Van groaned but went in anyway. He went in to find the once proud prince now slumbering King wrapped around one of Jude's old doublets. He knocked on the door several times to wake Cardan, but nothing not even a stir. Instead he made some tea and set it aside for his majesty. When he right and ready he would call for them.
They made their way back to the court of shadows, ushering away their new recruits pouring themselves heavy liquor to salve this wound of a day. The Bomb drank from a heavy coffee mug that said 'Shut up' on its face and then 'proceed' at the bottom.
"Liliver," Van starts," do you miss the ol' days? You know when we used to be thieves and deviants for a living? You gotta admit that was fun." His turn to drink his cup clean of smokey sweet beverage. It burns his throat in a soothing way.
"Well, not really. This is much more fun isn't it? Plus we get paid." She pours herself another.
" I guess you're right. But this steady salary is making us soft I think. What we need is some good excitement around here. I miss Jude."
Liliver nods in agreement then tilts her lips devilishly."You know, Van, you should be careful what you wish for."
Before he can ask why, one if their messengers comes into the room. They're to be summoned to the palace. It is there when news comes of their updated itinerary.
Van scolds at the terrible mortal's neck, uttering curses under his breath as he watches the young man knock on the door. He mutters more when he sees his old friend in a pretty sundress greet said young man at the door.
"Babysitting." He groans.
