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Out to Get You || Missing SWP || Jaden & Donnie

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“You must have misheard me sir.” Jaden grunted from the position on the ground. A swift kick to their rib cage had the words catching with a gasp as they rolled to their back.

“Get up vermin.” 

The words angered them, they had been stripped of everything in Brailston. These men had degraded them until there was nothing left, not even a name. Their identity was shackled to a heavy weight and thrown into the depths of the sea. Jaden was in danger of losing the inkling of themself they had recovered since they had escaped. 

“Lets take them to the jails and let them be dealt with. It will only make our jobs harder if you cripple him before we get there.” 

The second guard seemed sympathetic. They way he seemed to steer the angrier fellow away from physical violence, the way they looked down at Jaden with that twinkling of guilt. 

Be still, don’t make this harder, he seemed to say. Jaden understood that unspoken warning. With one final push they were back to their feet. Dust lingered over the front of their tunic, mud splattered against the pale blonde strands of hair. It felt like being enslaved again. 

“Trust me…” Jaden whispered as they bumped into the other lad, “I am going to get you out of this and then I think I owe you some fine honey and a decent meal free of charge.”

“NO!” Donnie yelled. He was making a scene; he knew it, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t just going to do nothing while he freedom was taken away again. He was going to try his hardest to avoid being taken to the jails though he knew he wasn’t going to overpower these men. They were much bigger and stronger than he was. Even if he could escape from their grasp it would probably still mean that he’d have the guards after him just like his family and previous master were still looking for him today. 

Donnie began to cry, shaking his head. The guard gripping his arms laughed at him cruelly. He struggled against the man’s grip again and just gave up. It was no use. He would just go with them and hope for the best. He went limp in the guard’s arms staring daggers at the other blond that was also being held by a guard. 

“Trust me,” he said to Donnie. “I am going to get you out of this.”

“Fuck you,” Donnie spat back through gritted teeth. “Fuck you!” He’d believe it when he saw it. Donnie didn’t like this person. He didn’t even know them and now he was being taken to jail... for what? He wriggled once more before the guard kneed him in the back. Donnie grunted in pain. 

“We got a feisty one here, don’t we lad,” he said to Donnie with a smug tone that made him even angrier. 

“Just get it over with,” Donnie suggested, sick of being on display in front of the group of people waiting to go inside the city. “Just take us to the damn jails”

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Hands All Over || Kei & Donnie

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kei-barcena:

Kei was tense. Everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks had been winding him tighter and tighter into a ball of stress and worry. He was needed daily at the jails. As he had suspected the gates were not enough to keep out the rioters, and his wards around the jails were the only thing keeping them from storming in. His wards were good and strong, but there was only so much he could do by himself. That said nothing to the new interrogation methods he had been utilizing. He didn’t like calling it torture, although that’s exactly what it was. His only solace was that he left no lasting debilitation, healing any sort of injury he inflicted. Scratch that, no physical debilitation.

He had only one night off in weeks, and he was making the most of it. Kei wasn’t one to brood in his emotional turmoil alone. No, he much preferred to forget his worries with the company of others. And that’s where he found himself, buzzing on one or two pints of ale, arm flung over the shoulder of a stranger as if they were the oldest of friends. They were singing an old drinking song that Kei barely knew the words to, but he suspected half the others knew about as much as him.

Down the street a curious sight caught his eye. An attractive man, to be more specific. He slid from the group like liquid, his absence barely noticed. The group of drunkards would have sufficed to ease some of his tension. However, this man obviously offered something more effective. The group he left stumbled into another tavern–the last one had kicked them out–and Kei approached the man. Kei walked steadily, he was certainly inebriated, but perfectly in control of his faculties. Shouldn’t be riding a horse anytime soon, but still. 

He looked the other man up and down, noting the oddness of the baggy clothes covering such a well-sculpted body. That didn’t seem like a smart choice for someone in his particular profession, unless Kei was mistaken. “The weather’s been getting a bit warmer lately, but to see someone showing bare skin already…well, you have a much better constitution than I. And that’s not a complaint, by the way.”

Donnie’s tilted his head up, a smile creeping on his lips at the sight of the tanned skinned male. He was much more handsome than most of the men that approached him for his services... not that he was complaining. The closer the man got the more Donnie could see. With the closeness only brought more smiles and more of a willingness to please him. He looked like a good man, though that didn’t always mean they were, but Donnie had a feeling. The wavering step meant that the other had been drinking. It also gave him the feeling that he may pay well afterward.

The man’s brown eyes scanned up and down the human’s body. It was something Donnie was awfully used to. He knew he was pleasing to look at. He was always very conscious of his body, for his profession as well as to distract from the collar that he wore. It really started when he had a bit of free time or couldn’t sleep at night all those years he was captive. His face didn’t hurt either. That was the one thing his parents gave to him that wasn’t ugly, and not just in the sense of beauty.

“I don’t hear many complaints about my body,” Donnie purred, sliding up close to the boy, noting the heat that radiated off his body. He was right, the weather was warming but the night air still left a chill on his bones. “I’m sure you don’t hear many either.”

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Out to Get You || Missing SWP || Jaden & Donnie

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jadeofathoria:

The man had denied knowing Jaden. He was more dumb than he looked. Jaden had brought him into the situation knowing he was just as out of place as themself. A sharp glance landed directly on them, a warning to shut up just as one of the guards pushed them directly into the other lad. “Shh…its safer in pairs. Be smart.” 

“You know his name boy?” The guard looked at Jaden with a smirk. “You that lonely or just that scared to be alone on this road? Pathetic little urchin.” 

The guard looked to his comrades before thrusting a foot in just the right spot to send Jaden fallin to their face. “Get up.” He shouted only to push Jaden back down when they rose to their hands and knees. 

Jaden was crumbling, all confidence faded quickly as they made a spectacle of  him in front of the boy. The Harshness of Brailston rushed to the forefront of their mind. They said nothing, did nothing. Jaden expected nothing from the other who now shared this walk of shame. The City walls loomed overhead as they forced Jaden to basically crawl the entire way. 

This crime they had never committed fueled the hatred of all those around them watching. A crowd looking for a show and guards all too eager to give in. They wanted an answer to a question Jaden knew nothing about. 

“The only crime I wish to commit right now…..” Jaden looked to the boy at his side as he whispered…. “Murder.” 

The human wasn’t sure how he felt about this very obviously mischevious boy.  It almost seemed as if he wanted this to happen. If he would have just kept his mouth shut instead of giving the guards a reason to be suspicious of him, then the both of them could have been on their merry ways doing whatever it was that pleased them. But no, there was Donnie. Sitting in the grass surrounded by guards and this mage with nowhere to go and nothing really to do to save himself. 

Donnie was jostled when the same guard that pushed him knocked the other boy down right next to him. Donnie pushed the boy off of him huffing in annoyance. It’s safer in pairs, the other whispered quickly to him and Donnie was going to fight back at the comment but the guard quickly pulled the other up and then pushed him back down immediately. Donnie’s fear spiked. He was now starting to worry that he wouldn’t be able to charm his way out of this one. Maybe his only option was to pretend to know the other boy being interrogated. 

People had started to speak in hushed voices and were gathering around to watch the mess unfolding before them without getting too close to the action. Probably for fear that they would be drug into the fight as well. Donnie was keeping quiet because he just wanted to be free from this but the other kept making whispered comments that were sure to piss the guards off. Donnie grew wide-eyed at this last one. 

“What did you say, boy?!” bellowed one of the larger guards. “You best speak up when talking to me you damn coward. You afraid? You should have thought about that before getting yourself into this mess!” The large man approached them slowly, towering over the two of them still on the ground, his voice growing louder with each step he took. He turned to the two other men. “Take them in. NOW!” he screamed, pointing at Donnie and his new friend. 

“No, no, no, no!” Donnie began. He could not be imprisoned again. He could not. There was no way he could handle that again after spending ten years of his life captive. He was finally free and this damn boy was gonna strip him from it in a few short minutes. The guard bent down and grabbed the human by his forearm roughly and pulling him to his feet. 

“I suggest you do not put up a fight, little one, because I can make this easy for you, or I can make this very hard and I don’t think you want that,” he growled through grit teeth up close in Donnie’s face. It didn’t matter what he said. Donnie was tough. He survived magical torture for ten years on top of beatings that could be given by a human just the same. He could get through this. He just didn’t want to. So he would go kicking and screaming. 

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Missing SWP UPDATE: Hysteria in the Cities

Donnie was making a short stop in Brailston. With the Queen mother still missing he didn’t want to spend much time near the castle and all the more well-established cities. Guards, Bloodhawks, and soldiers were everywhere, at every turn of the streets. The chaos and commotion amongst them and citizens were making Donnie uneasy. People were rioting and prisoners were being broken out of jail. This was not a place Donnie wanted to stay much longer. He had already gotten in trouble with guards outside the city. He feared leaving in the same direction so soon after his arrival, so he tried to make himself useful and make some money while he was here.  

With the hysteria happening in the streets it was almost impossible to attract the attention of a potential client. Without the collar around his neck, Donnie thought he would feel more confident in himself, but the skin of his neck was pale from not seeing the sunlight and raw and calloused from the material of the collar rubbing on his skin for a decade. He still wore his scarves, they were like a bit of security for him. Baggy clothes still hung from his lithe body. The weather was warming up not so the human showed some more skin, the thin fabric of his tunic loose and open exposing the toned muscles of his chest and stomach. 

Donnie had finally found a spot in the city that was farther from the jails and the riots happening. The evening was young and the sun was setting leaving a pink-orange haze over the streets. He made himself comfortable in a spot and waited for the right person to pass him by.  

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Wil Ohmsford: Until you have lived with magic, you can’t know its price.

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Beautiful Nightmare

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The boy was weak ... yet strong, vulnerable yet so very closed off. He was but human and while he had a strong conviction to keep others out, he was no match for the otherworldly magic of the fae kind. This one snuck right into his dreams, completely undetected. The human would wake up in the morning as if nothing was amiss, with just a ghosting sense of the memories and dreams that were uncovered the night before. Like the feeling of a fading memory that is so far back in one’s mind you can barely grasp at the faint tendrils of it any longer, but you know it’s there. 

While the blonde was only human he was tainted with magic. Curiously though the fae felt no detection of any magic abilities. There was more so of a magical block of some sort. Something put in place a long time ago by a powerful witch, an evil witch. Something that was blocking memories and abilities. Buried deep down in this boy’s soul there was magic but it was being held hostage, just as the fae felt the boy’s physical body had been held hostage for many years. While the mage that placed this curse was powerful, the magic of fae was much stronger. A simple wave of his hand and the block would be gone. Memories came flooding back as images flying through the human’s mind. He would remember them as dreams but they were very much his reality. 

“I’d worry ‘bout tha’ child, if I were ya,” an old grey-haired wrinkly witch said in a gruff voice, a knobby finger pointing out across the table. She was seated at a round table with a deep red colored tablecloth in the center of a dark but ornately decorated room. Talismans and magic paraphernalia lined the walls and shelves. A crystal ball sat in the center of the table. It was foggy to the sight but the witch saw into it clearly. 

“He’ll gain great magic someday, child, great magic, I say. More powerful than you or your family. Keep a close eye on him, I warn.” 

The child’s mother stared into the beady eyes of the witch and then down into the clouds of the crystal ball. The look on her face was one of fear. That was an odd look for a woman like her. She was hardened and powerful in her own right. Not much scared her. This warning did. She stood quickly, the chair screeching across the wooden floor with her haste, and stormed out. 

When the door slammed shut, a cloud of dust was kicked up, revealing more hidden memories buried under layers of junk and behind a closed and locked door. A door without a key. That was until now, of course. The fae inside Donnie’s head needed no keys to enter certain areas of the brain. What he wanted, he did. No door, or gate, or blockage could stop this one from getting through. 

"We’ve got to figure out a plan for the boy,” came a soft voice in the dimly lit room. 

“I think I know a man, in Grimsby. He’d be willing to take care of it,” a man’s voice replied. “This mage, he’s powerful. He could make Donnie forget the thought that he may be more than human. He could keep his magic from emerging. He’d be but human and he’d be out of our lives, stuck in Grimsby forever.”

The room was silent for a moment but thick with pensive thought. The pair mulled over the idea in their heads. They had to do something, this was as good as any other idea that had crossed their minds. This one was easy. Get rid of the boy, give him to someone who could take care of it all on his own. Time was running out before his magic would be strong enough to possibly fight back against any of their attempts to subdue him. 

“At what cost? At what cost will he help us?” the woman, the boy’s mother, questioned. Her voice wavering with emotion, but not of sadness, of excitement, to finally rid themselves of a problem they’ve had for long enough. 

“It’s a fair trade. We get rid of the boy, and the mage gains a lifelong slave. We must only help with the curse.” 

A cruel chuckle elicited from the woman, an evil looking smile spread across her face even more terrifying in the light. Her husband reached across the table to squeeze her hand. 

“I’ll make contact then.”

Once again the scene faded. This time into complete darkness. The next scenes flickered fast. If the fae wasn’t living them himself he would barely know what was happening. The human, however, wouldn’t remember the details only the feelings, the intensity. Screaming, crying, fighting. Magic exploding in bursts of power. 

The young human was strapped to a chair while his parents and the evil mage chanted around him. They were placing the memory block. When the spell was complete, the boy hung limply in the chair, only the restraints keeping him upright. Quickly he was untied and placed in bed. 

“Tomorrow,” the old mage from Grimsby croaked. “Tomorrow I return for the boy. He will have no memory of the spell and no memory of any the small magic he has done. His powers will be blocked from his mind. When he is in my possession, I will take care of the rest.”

The fae had revealed enough here. He had done his job. The human would wake soon and the fae would be gone. Donnie would be left with the fleeting memories of his past in the gift of dreams, or nightmares one might argue. Whatever one may choose to call them, they were a beautiful gift to the man. They would help him reach his full potential and start the next chapter of his life, one of true freedom. 

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Out to Get You || Missing SWP || Jaden & Donnie

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“Are you serious? Do we look like kidnappers to you?” Jaden shot the other boy a stern sort of look. “Be still.You look guilty acting that way.” It was a hard situation to take. Jaden should have never returned to face their fears with such turmoil in the air. The Queen Mother’s fate was sure to spark suspicion behind anyone’s eyes.

“They will laugh you out of the cells for bringing two malnourished little street urchins in for questioning. Your suspicions are based on prejudice. If I had committed such a crime do you think I would let myself get so close to the city?”

Jaden had a valid point to make. They were seriously the most uneducated criminals if they had pulled that sort of crime only to let some half whit bring them in to be questioned. 

“Maybe the boy has a point. Look at them.” The guard laughed as he took a lock of Jaden’s hair and brushed it behind their ear. 

“Careful mate, thats the one you have to watch out for. That ones full of anger. You should have seen some of the things that boy has done.” 

The mention of the past had Jaden practically bent over double. It was the hardest time of their life and it had them doing many things that most would find too difficult to dwell on. They had lost so much during their captivity. 

“All I have done was done to survive the hell behind those walls.”

Jaden looked to the poor boy who had gotten roped into this mess. It was Jaden’s fault once more. There was no taking it back now. “I am sorry I got you into this.”

At the others words, Donnie stilled. He found it so hard to let this happen though. He found it hard to stay still when he was being held by a man larger and more powerful than he was after he was just finally getting a small taste of freedom. Donnie wouldn’t let himself be a victim anymore. He wouldn’t let others control him. But he stilled and let the guards grip on his arms tighten. Donnie shot him an angry look though. 

The blonde kept talking. Donnie looked over and watched him talk their way out of the situation. 

“They will laugh you out of the cells for bringing two malnourished little street urchins in for questioning,” they spat at the guards. A small grin grew on Donnie’s lips. It was true. While Donnie probably could be questioned about many things, the Queen Mother’s disappearance was not one of them. The human had been involved in his fair share of shady back-alley dealings but he was no criminal. At least not one who would dare to kidnap royalty. 

The guards seemed to agree for a moment. The two pondered the thought for a second, taking a look at the boys they had scooped up. The idea didn’t seem to stick with them though because just as quick as they were laughing at the idea of two wanderers being the royal kidnappers they were back to their suspicions. It appeared the one guard was familiar with the mage boy. Donnie was taken aback... maybe this boy did have something to do with the kidnapping. In any matter, he didn’t have anything to do with it and he was going to get free from these guards at all costs.

The blonde turned to Donnie and apologized. Words caught in Donnie’s throat before he decided what to do or say. He turned to the guard holding tight to his arm and spoke with confidence. 

“Take a look at me. This is the first I’m hearing of the Queen’s disappearance and this is the first time I’ve met this boy,” Donnie said guesting to the other. “If you really wanna take me in for questioning, go ahead. You’re wasting your time though. You’re wasting your time taking me in for questioning because this boy over here thought he could pull me into trouble with him. Now if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to be on my way, sir.” 

Both guards looked at Donnie for a minute, taking in his ragged appearance and baggy torn clothes. He had nothing on him but a small satchel with a few random belongings in it. He was nothing special but a pretty face. 

“You better watch your mouth, boy,” the guard said pushing him to the ground and kicking him in the side with a boot. Both of them laughed cruelly and turned to the other blonde. 

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Out to Get You || Missing SWP || Jaden & Donnie

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jadeofathoria:

The weight of that city bore them into the ground. Jaden seemed to solidify, a pillar of salt. They should have never looked back. Many mornings they had stood on the edge as a vagabond. Every instance seemed to shrink the distance and now the proximity had made them a target. It seemed a terrible time to face ones fears only to grab the attention of the guards. A violent storm, a cyclone of shock swirling about the eye of the commotion. 

“This is not a place for the outcasts. If I were you, I would steer clear for awhile. ” Jaden gave the man an encouraging smile despite the threats looming around the future. They sank backwards slowly as the groundless accosting took a more violent turn. It brought the past to vibrant reality once more  until Jaden was knocking back into a cart on trembling legs. The eyes of the guards found the reasonable cause without hesitation. 

“You!” The men pointed toward them in warning and it was too late to run. Any protest would draw more attention and suspicion. 

“I know you boy!” One of the guards smacked a club against the cart they were leaning against. The sudden movement caused Jaden to jump. They were avoiding eye contact. The only relief was the escape of the poor unfortunates who had been the target moments ago. 

“Are you going to beat me too? Wouldn’t be the first time.” Jaden glared up at the pompous fool. They were tired of being a victim. No amount of apprehension would stop them from using a newfound voice, a voice they had not found until they escaped the walls of Brailston. Years ago they would have taken it, they would have picked up the shattered remains time and time again.

They were not surprised to see the crowd forming around them as the club whirled past their ear. Jaden whirled around and grabbed it mid strike. 

“Well I thought we could have gotten past that.” Jaden stood up straighter with the upper hand. “I will not be accosted without knowing why and I will not be beaten ever again. “ Jaden let go of the club only to smugly watch it crumble to ash with a wave of their wand. 

“We are questioning anyone under suspicion. The Queen Mother is missing.” The guard standing behind Jaden interjected before the fool could try and strike again. 

“Since when did questioning end with a fist? I must have missed some important evolutionary event during my time away from this cursed place. I can assure you neither I or my friend here had anything to do with the dear Queen Mother.” Jaden turned to face the more reasonable man with a chuckle of amusement. 

The blonde responded to Donnie’s question. “This is not a place for the outcasts,” they said with a smile. “If I were you, I would steer clear for a while.”

“I think I’ll manage,” Donnie told them watching them curiously as they backed away from the crowds. They backed up so far that they came crashing into a cart. The sound of all the contents of the cart jostling was enough to garner some looks from people surrounding them and even quieted down the chatter for a moment. 

“I know you boy!” came a loud shout accompanied by a smack to the cart. The sound made Donnie startle and he jumped back and watched as the young boy taunted and began to fight with the much more mature guard. Donnie backed away again, this time sort of fading into the crowd. He was trying to distance himself from the trouble. Trouble seemed to follow him no matter where he went though. He’d never escape it. 

Donnie was impressed with the boy’s skills. He himself was a skilled fighter. He wasn’t magnificent but before he made his money with sex he would fight. Even though he knew a thing or two about fighting, he never would have taken on this man. He was much bigger than both of them and looked as though he was of some type of importance. Donnie wasn’t trying to get in trouble with the law. That was the last thing he wanted after just being freed. 

He gasped though when the guard's wooden club disintegrated into thin air thanks to the magic the boy must have. They had a wand. Donnie felt a fear bubble up within him but found it curious that he hadn’t felt the other’s magic as he usually did. 

“The Queen Mother is missing,” a guard interjected. Donnie’s mouth gaped slightly at the news. He was out of the loop with much of what happened in the country. Unable to read, he was unable to read postings in tows. Without many friends and his constant travels, he had no one to tell him news either. He stood in shock for a moment processing the news. They must have been checking people leaving or entering the city. While Donnie had nothing to hide, he wasn’t involved with this, he had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. 

“I can assure you neither I or my friend here had anything to do with the dear Queen Mother,” the blonde commented looking directly at Donnie. 

Fuck. He put his hands up and began to stutter, unsure of what to say. 

“No. No, we don’t,” the human finally settled on. “Why don’t we just move along and get out of your way so you can continue your search.” Donnie stepped forward and grabbed the boy’s arm trying to yank them out of the way so the pair could hurry along without being accosted any more. 

“Not so fast,” the guard said landing a large hand of Donnie’s shoulder. 

“No, really. We’ll just be along,” Donnie continued, determined to be out of here as soon as possible. 

“The Queen Mother is missing and we will be questioning anyone who is suspicious,” he repeated sternly and grabbed both the boys by their arms and pulled them to the front of the crowd. Donnie began to struggle against the man’s grip but he wasn’t strong enough to make a difference. 

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Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Trouble been doggin' my soul since the day I was born

                             Trouble by Ray LaMontagne ( x )

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Out to Get You || Missing SWP || Jaden & Donnie

Missing SWP

Lost and unsure what to do with himself, Donnie had been wandering the paths that weave through the country aimlessly for months. He would stay here and there for periods of time to make some money but other than that, Donnie had not done much else. Now without the collar around his neck, the human felt as if he had no purpose in life. He was no longer searching for a mage powerful enough to remove the cursed artifact, he really had no reason to fear his old master as there was nothing binding them together anymore. While Donnie was so grateful to finally be free, he did not know what to do with freedom.

Donnie was on his way from Leeds to Brailston. The roads were mostly empty until the closer one got to a city or town. On the way to Brailston was no different. The closer he got to the city, the more people he began to see. This was a strange sight though. There was a small crowd of folks gathered about a mile or so before the entrance to the city. There seemed to be some kind of commotion as there was a lot of chatter. Donnie pushed through some people to get a better look. 

Men were gathered in a group heckling people trying to get into the city. Donnie couldn’t seem them clearly from the distance. He couldn’t hear much of what they were saying either.  They seemed organized though and not like thieves trying to rob travelers... Donnie had quite the experience with people like that. 

He turned to the boy next to him. 

“Aye, you,” he interjected. “What’s going on here?” 

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Toil and Trouble SWP Ⅱ Constantine & Donnie

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“I will grant you freedom,” Constantine said to him. Donnie felt his body buzzing with excitement or was it fear. He wasn’t sure. What if it didn’t work? What if he was still cursed? What if the removal of the collar hurt? What if? What if? Before any more thoughts could cross the human’s mind, the fae danced his fingers over the collar and slipped them underneath, touching the tender skin beneath it. Immediately it was like he was dipped into a cold bath. It was a refreshing feeling. He warmed up gradually until he felt normal. Better than normal. Better than he had felt in his entire life probably. His head tilted back to look up at the sun. He heard a faint snap, his ears were humming with a unique sound, and then he felt it. Relief. Freedom. Like a giant had stepped off his chest. 

Slowly he lifted his head and looked back at the fae, his eyes squinted in disbelief. Constantine dropped the collar into his hands and Donnie flinched away like the collar would burn him at the touch… but it didn’t. Nothing happened. It was just some old worn leather and metal. He looked up from the item and noticed Constantine’s fingers were now an ugly black color, crawling up his skin. He opened his mouth to voice a worry about the unsettling state of his hands but the other was quick to tell him not to worry. 

He stood and looked through the crowd to the cauldron. “Though I feel as if I should tell you this–” he started. “there is something I saw in your memories, there is something you don’t know about yourself. That collar– it was hiding it. Take this as a chance to grow over being so fearful. You, hrm. You can do it.”

“Something in my memories?” Donnie questioned, standing quickly to follow Constantine. He looked down again at the collar feeling slightly dizzy. “What did you see?” He couldn’t imagine what on earth he could have seen. His brain wasn’t really comprehending much of anything. He was overwhelmed with emotions and honestly just so shocked that he was finally free of the one object that had been keeping him prisoner though he was technically free that he coudln’t think. 

“That is a question,” Constantine chuckled, not giving an inch to what it was he saw. There was a lot humans didn’t know about magic, even those who studied it for their entire life couldn’t hope to scrape the very surface of it. The Fae, they were pure magic, every single particle within Constantine was magic dust and power. Constantine used to watch new stars grow in the far reaches of the universe, leave, and come back to see that they have tiny planets rotating around the mighty spheres. The world was beyond vast, and here humanity could only focus on what revolved around them.

It was wasteful. Time. Life for humanity was but a flicker of time to Constantine, and yet they felt gratification when he could aid in some small way.

“Maybe look into your family, your past– know this,” Constantine’s form sparkled further, shimmered in a way that made him look like a blanket of stars had landed on every part of his body. “Those who are held captive are sometimes victims to others agendas. Find out the real reason why and you will have your answers.”

With a burst of light and a caw from a crow flying above Donnie, Constantine flew off.

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Wash Me Clean FB1M || Remy & Donnie

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remy-fae:

Slowly it seemed like he was beginning to trust her or that he was sick of trying to argue back with her. The Circle always told Remy that she was far too stubborn for her own good. She wouldn’t budge on something if she made her mind up on it. But right now it seemed like that was working out for the better as her new acquaintance was not extremely hostile towards her. He even was going to let her sit down next to him, which only made her smile brighten more.

Hurrying over to the wood, she took her seat besides him crossing her legs over one another much like how a child might sit on the ground. Her enthusiasm couldn’t help but show that she got to spend time with other people. It had been driving her mad the last few days to not be able to speak with anyone. Plus it seemed like maybe this guy needed it as well.

As he held out his hand she took it and shook it. When she first got to Athoria with the humans it took her very long to understand what that gesture meant. Truthfully there were still a lot of things that the humans did that she didn’t fully understand. Or things that she did that she was unaware that wasn’t normal. But it was by doing things like this, talking with strangers, that she really learned the most. “Remy.” she said, shaking the man’s hand. “It is very nice to meet you as well Donnie.” she said. Being so much closer to him she was able to really see him. He certainly looked a little worse for the wear. Something clearly had happened to him, which explained his behavior much more. “Can I ask you what happened? I don’t mean to pry that much just that…you look….hurt.”

She quickly came over to sit down next to him and crossed her legs comfortably. Her carefree nature was allowing Donnie to loosen up a bit. It was hard to feel upset or scared around her. She shook his hand and Donnie found himself smiling at her. That was until she began asking questions. He felt his muscles tense up and he withdrew his hand. He took a deep breath and tried not to look too uneasy. 

“I’m fine really. It was only a little scratch,” he said gesturing down to his leg. Half of what he said was a lie. He was fine now, but Donnie remembered the pain he felt and the sight of his bone through his flesh. “What I really need is a good washing,” he told her. He stood up and walked over to the pond again and jumped in with all his clothes on. They were dirty too. He’d dry them once she had gone on her way. 

The cool water felt amazing on his skin. He surfaced from the water with a breath and a shake of his head like he was a wet dog shaking off his fur. 

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Toil and Trouble SWP Ⅱ Constantine & Donnie

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constantine-x:

Constantine sighed. Humans sometimes could only see a few inches in front of their face. The stars alone were proof of how much was out there, how small they were in the grand sense of the universe. How many layers upon layers of worlds resided just in this small spot they found themselves on. All swirling in the others mind was the concern over this object enclosed around his neck, and it was congesting– almost triggering to Constantine who knew for thousands of years what it felt like to feel that way.

Ten years. Was that all? Ten little tiny years he had this collar on, and he was this way? Unable to speak his needs, unable to ask what he wanted when given a gift so clearly at this moment. Fragility wasn’t often a term he pinned with humans; they were resilient in their unique ways that made them impossible to duplicate as a species. Though the Elves were masterpieces– but that was thoughts for another day.

“Hmm, I sense you may be at a crossroads here, I truly wonder what you will make of your life after this. I will grant you freedom,” he ran his finger under the object, it vibrated with residual energy that seeped into his skin to make it black like the tips had been dipped into ink. It was curious, this cursed object and what its uses were but there was something else within Donnie that he doesn’t think the other realized. Would such a thing come out now?

Sliding his stained fingers under the edge, purple light seeped up the side and snapped it in half. The black magic pulsed in irritation of being clipped but his sunlight burned through the curse, taking with it the leather until only one small piece remained. He set the object in the human’s hands, peering at the curse embedded into his skin with a chuckled tilt of his hand.

“This will sting for a few days I’m afraid, I had to take it into my body for a bit, but it will be burned out. Curses like this are child’s play,” he smirked, bringing his leg up and standing to look at the cauldron. “Though I feel as if I should tell you this– there is something I saw in your memories, there is something you don’t know about yourself. That collar– it was hiding it. Take this as a chance to grow over being so fearful. You, hrm.” He turned, licking his lips.

“You can do it,” he smiled almost kindly.  

“I will grant you freedom,” Constantine said to him. Donnie felt his body buzzing with excitement or was it fear. He wasn’t sure. What if it didn’t work? What if he was still cursed? What if the removal of the collar hurt? What if? What if? Before any more thoughts could cross the human’s mind, the fae danced his fingers over the collar and slipped them underneath, touching the tender skin beneath it. Immediately it was like he was dipped into a cold bath. It was a refreshing feeling. He warmed up gradually until he felt normal. Better than normal. Better than he had felt in his entire life probably. His head tilted back to look up at the sun. He heard a faint snap, his ears were humming with a unique sound, and then he felt it. Relief. Freedom. Like a giant had stepped off his chest. 

Slowly he lifted his head and looked back at the fae, his eyes squinted in disbelief. Constantine dropped the collar into his hands and Donnie flinched away like the collar would burn him at the touch... but it didn’t. Nothing happened. It was just some old worn leather and metal. He looked up from the item and noticed Constantine’s fingers were now an ugly black color, crawling up his skin. He opened his mouth to voice a worry about the unsettling state of his hands but the other was quick to tell him not to worry. 

He stood and looked through the crowd to the cauldron. “Though I feel as if I should tell you this–” he started. “there is something I saw in your memories, there is something you don’t know about yourself. That collar– it was hiding it. Take this as a chance to grow over being so fearful. You, hrm. You can do it.”

“Something in my memories?” Donnie questioned, standing quickly to follow Constantine. He looked down again at the collar feeling slightly dizzy. “What did you see?” He couldn’t imagine what on earth he could have seen. His brain wasn’t really comprehending much of anything. He was overwhelmed with emotions and honestly just so shocked that he was finally free of the one object that had been keeping him prisoner though he was technically free that he coudln’t think. 

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Toil and Trouble SWP Ⅱ Constantine & Donnie

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constantine-x:

“Please, everyone has them,” he ran his thumb over the raised wrinkle above the man’s eyebrows. What a curiously simple question. Constantine was at the front of many negotiations for the Bloodhawks and the King himself. There was always a catch or a ‘but’ at the end of most conversations involving disputes, but tonight Constantine wanted to do something that didn’t require reasons of business. Just a favor, no, that was wanting something in return, wasn’t it? Perhaps, a kind gesture? It seemed something Kei would say to him.

“And I am a fae, I can not lie about such an offer nor would I drag you around on a leash on such a matter. I could figure it out you know, just a tap of this finger on your forehead and pull it right out of your pretty head. Sometimes I have to do this for my job,” he sighed, dragging his finger off Donnie’s forehead and booped his nose leaving an unknowing layer of sparkled on his skin. The cauldron was right there, bubbling away and shielded in old magic and the presence of the item alone was tempting to corrupt or influence with a breath of impossibly powerful Fae magic.

“I am in the middle of many disputes every day. I hear every side of explanation, and often enough there isn’t a right or wrong side. Two people can be right in a confrontation or an argument did you know that? Then what do I do? I am asked to find the middle and satisfy both parties. What am I asking now of you, it’s easy in comparison. A wish is one of the simplest fulfillment’s my kind can do. So please, Donnie, humor me?”

The fae spoke and reached out to brush a thumb across Donnie’s forehead. He backed away from the touch instinctively but not quick enough. It didn’t seem like the other even minded if Donnie was uncomfortable. He just kept doing his own thing and chatting on. He had an upbeat aura about him and Donnie couldn’t help but find himself smiling at his oddities. He had no qualms about keeping personal space or of touching others because he was leaning into Donnie’s space and touching his face all over. 

“Humor you?” Donnie laughed with a raised eyebrow. He would rather keep the fae out of his head, not that he was sure he would even be able to tell if he was there... but better to try and keep him from prying. “My greatest wish most can’t seem to help me with. I came here looking for a man by the name of Conway. Some say he’s a warlock extremely talented in the area of cursed objects,” he found himself explaining. 

“But you...” he started back up. “If you could help me.” He laughed, leaning back on the bench. It had been such a long time since Donnie had been without the collar, the cursed object was almost like a part of his body now. The thought of having it finally off amazed him, but it seemed impossible. Ten years with it around his neck. Only a few of those as a free man able to roam the countryside as he pleased. Having the collar off meant more freedom, but maybe those who are after him for his escape would only be angered more by the removal of the collar. Would he ever be free? 

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Toil and Trouble SWP Ⅱ Constantine & Donnie

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constantine-x:

This event was ridiculously addicting. The energy alone from all the magical kin to the Fae was making Constantine physically shimmer and faintly glowing. He had on a magnificent cloak displayed in blacks and dark purples that mocked his companions feathers. The Lost Boys were his brownies turned familiars while on Earth, and the trouble makers were collecting and buying more things than Constantine knew what to do with. All his hard-earned coin being a Bloodhawk would probably be gone by the end of the night, not that he was frustrated. He fed off of these emotions like the most elegant meals, so when he saw the handsome man sitting alone on the bench, he couldn’t help but interfere with their mood.

Constantine walked right over and plopped directly into the human’s lap, wrapping his left arm around his shoulders snugly and situating his butt against his thigh, so he was comfortable. The scent of the other alone was alluring, what was on them? The curl of such beautiful blonde hair made Constantine want to clean it properly and see how shiny it could get. He made his weight to light as a feather using magic, and couldn’t help but offer them a smile bright enough to light up the entire area around them. The Lost Boys all perched on the bench back and tilted their violet eyes in greeting.

“I should punish whoever put this feeling into you,” Constantine said with flowery introduction. “I could– you know, take care of anything you desired. Would that cheer you up? Give you some confidence if I granted you a wish? So lets have it. If there was one thing you wanted taken care of above anything else– what would it be?”

“Oof!” Donnie grunted as the man sat down on him. It was odd though, his weight felt as if it were nothing on his legs. He let out a sigh of “oh,” when he realized it didn’t match up. Donnie was so shocked that he let the man wrap his arm around him, adjusting his body to be comfortable. The human sat there and watched him in amazement. This could possibly end well for him in many ways. His skin was shimmering, magic most likely. It wasn’t affecting him so the man must be a fae. Their magic, Donnie had learned, was of another world and didn’t give him the same reactions as earthly magic did. The man also looked like royalty in his dark cloak. In all honesty his entire appearance was stunning. Three little birds perched behind him on the bench he chose to sit. The birds made him a little uneasy but the man didn’t give him much time to contemplate on that before he spoke.

“I should punish whoever put this feeling into you,” the fae said to him and then offered up a wish. Donnie felt skeptical about the offer, for asking the wish in which he truly desires. Fae were tricky and he was pretty positive his words could be twisted to whatever the fae wanted to grant. He let out a laugh and leaned back to see his face.

“What makes you think I’ll let you know my darkest desires?” Donnie played. His brows were raised high as he looked at the dark haired man. “I have a wish or two I’d like granted but why should I believe you will grant them exactly how I please?” Donnie was pushing and his voice was full of amusement. He was very interested in a wish being possibly granted but he wanted some kind of bonding proof that it would happen. The wards around this area kept the ill intended out but Donnie still was skeptical.

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