Unseelie Fae King

I am the rightful heir to the Fae realm and I will take it back by force, should I have to... || Independent Roleplay Blog || Unseelie Fae || NSFW at times ||

[prince-cresil]

"Well, well, a prince are we? Fascinating." The Fae looked him up and down with a smirk.

“And what are you? A fae? I thought you all died out with the last attack,” he said. Just a dig really. He’d known that most faes had survived the last demon attack on their lands, and that had been some time ago anyway. 

[prince-cresil]

Mh, at least that was something they could agree on. Maybe there was hope yet. 

The demon blinked at the mention of sentimentality, giving the other a disgusted look. At least he knew that he was pathetic. These fae weren’t as dumb as they looked after all. “So mama came to clean up your mess? If you couldn’t stop her from kicking you off the throne, what makes you think you’ll ever be able to get it back again?” He studied the fae, eyes drifting over him. “Besides, what makes you think she won’t take Oberon’s kingdom too if something happens to him?”

“Interesting theory,” he mused, rubbing his chin. “You don’t need to infect the humans with a plague though. You could just set something loose in the Seelie Realm. Wouldn’t that be easier?”

[unseeliefaeking]

“She did not come to clean up my mess, if anything, she made the mess!” He demanded angrily, tense once more as he turned to glare at the demon. “I don’t expect that I’m ever going to get it back and now, I don’t know if I want to. But if it means that Oberon suffers for what he did then so be it. If I have to sacrifice everything for him to fall, then I will do that!” He insisted with a fierce determination, a darkness filling his eyes as he did so.

“As for the plague... I suppose I thought of it as killing two irritations with one stone.” He replied with an insolent shrug of his shoulders. “But clearly you’re like all the rest, only do what you want to do. Suit yourself. I’ll find my own way around things.”

[prince-cresil]

"Well, well, a prince are we? Fascinating." The Fae looked him up and down with a smirk.

“And what are you? A fae? I thought you all died out with the last attack,” he said. Just a dig really. He’d known that most faes had survived the last demon attack on their lands, and that had been some time ago anyway. 

[prince-cresil]

“Is it the positivity that bothers you or what goes along with it?” he wondered aloud. For him, it wasn’t so much the hope that the trait brought, but the cheerfulness that grated his nerves. More than that, it was the way that his own kind was so loathed. He didn’t mind the fear. In fact, he enjoyed it immensely from time to time. But he didn’t care for being thought of as “less than”, regardless of the fact that he painted most of the world that color himself. 

He smirked at the fae, shaking his head. “She sounds like a real bitch. So why don’t you take the throne back? What’s stopping you?” His eyes drifted over the creature, wondering if maybe the other was lacking the balls to do it. It was possible that he was all talk. Most were. 

Cresil’s head tilted as he listened, lips pursing. “So she’s turning it into something more akin to the Seelie court? How’s that going over with the masses? It’s been a while, but the last time I dropped by, most seemed happy to have the line clearly drawn.” Had that much changed since he’d last visited? He really needed to start getting out more to the other realms. Obviously his sources weren’t as dependable as he’d been led to believe. Some heads would roll. 

“Oh, are you now? Are you sure about that? It’s said that the longer you spend on earth, the more vulnerable you become to their diseases.” And by diseases, he didn’t necessarily mean the physical variety. With his kind, too much time on earth meant running the risk of turning sticky sweet like the rest of the bastards. It was imperative that he limited his time. Even long stints required constant dips back to hell to balance things out. “What do you mean your realm doesn’t have to be told? It sounds like you enjoy the place, even if you only use it as your playground.” 

[unseeliefaeking]

“Both.” He replied with a nod of certainty. The cheerful nature of so many Seelie fae had always grated on him. Those of a darker temperament intrigued him far more. Oberon would have if he’d not been such a selfish, disloyal cad!

“She is.” He agreed but at those questions, he sighed. “It’s not for lack of trying. Dammit, the truth of the matter is that my reasons are sentimental. Yes, I’m pathetic and yes, I despise myself for it. In the Seelie court, she was my mother. My own passed away when I was still a young fae and she took over. I was closer to her than even Oberon was...” The look of disgust on his face was palpable and he couldn’t bring himself to look at the other, disbelieving that he’d even admitted such a thing to a damn demon!

It was pathetic and he knew it but every step he’d taken towards gaining that throne, he’d always stopped short of actually taking it from her. Self-doubt was another lovely accompaniment to that, but he wasn’t about to admit to that as well.

“Personally, I spend very little time in the mortal realms. But I would protect the Kingdom of UnSeelie Fae. Oberon’s realm, however... that’s quite another matter. If a plague were to sweep through there well... what a terrible shame.” He murmured. He might not have been able to bring any harm to Maeve, but Oberon was another story altogether. All he needed was one chance and he would gleefully stab him in the heart and watch as his raven’s plucked out his eyes.

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‘ There’s a starman waiting in the sky. ‘ 

‘ There’s such a sad look deep in your eyes. ‘ 

‘ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ‘ 

‘ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ‘

‘ How you turn my world you precious thing. ‘

‘ Your eyes can be so cruel. ‘ 

‘ Live without your sunlight. ‘ 

‘ I can’t give everything away. ‘

‘ Look up here, I’m in heaven. ‘

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‘ ‘Tis a pity she was a whore. ‘

‘ How many times does an angel fall? ‘

‘ You don’t need another friend. ‘

‘ I can only love you by hating him more. ‘

‘ No-one here can see you. ‘

‘ Girl, you move like water. ‘

‘ They can’t get enough of that doomsday song. ‘

‘ First they give you everything that you want. ‘

‘ Some people try to pick up girls, they get called assholes. ‘

‘ but I’m the luckiest guy, not the loneliest guy. ‘

‘ I built a wall of sound to separate us. ‘

‘ I still don’t remember how this happened. ‘

‘ You say you’ll leave me. ‘

‘ I believe we’re not alone. ‘

‘ I could pretend that nothing really meant too much. ‘

‘ Let’s dance,  put on your red shoes and dance the blues. ‘

‘ If you say run, I’ll run with you. ‘

‘ There’s no smoke without fire. ‘

‘ See these eyes so green, I can stare for a thousand years. ‘ 

‘ Feel my blood enraged, It’s just the fear of losing you. ‘

‘ I’m happy. Hope you’re happy, too.’ 

‘ I never done good things. ‘ 

‘ I never did anything out of the blue. ‘ 

‘ I, I will be king. And you, you will be queen. ‘

‘ We could steal time, just for one day. ‘ 

‘ Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere. ‘ 

‘ I’m so wiped out with things as they are. ‘

‘ When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band. ‘

‘ I still don’t know what I was waiting for. ‘

‘ So the days float through my eyes. ‘

‘ Don’t you know you’re driving your Mamas and Papas insane. ‘

‘ She could spit in the eyes of fools. ‘

‘ The stars look very different today. ‘ 

[prince-cresil]

"Well, well, a prince are we? Fascinating." The Fae looked him up and down with a smirk.

“And what are you? A fae? I thought you all died out with the last attack,” he said. Just a dig really. He’d known that most faes had survived the last demon attack on their lands, and that had been some time ago anyway. 

[prince-cresil]

The tightening of the fae’s body didn’t go unnoticed by the demon. He didn’t miss the way the outrage rolled off of the other man in waves, sending a pleasant chill along his spine. “As his adviser, you had a right to question him. That’s the entire definition of their job function. Still,” he paused, lighting a cigarette, “the Seelie’s qualities sound more like your type. You know that, right? Your kingdom has a pretty bad rap when it comes to being stubborn little miscreants.” 

A brow shot up as the guy dropped the P word. “A plague? You seriously think I should start a plague? Why?” He had to hear the reasoning behind this one, though he had a suspicion that whatever this one said, it would further prove that his kind were totally batshit. 

[unseeliefaeking]

“Yes, thank you!” He insisted, pleased that someone finally agreed with him and, with long, nimble fingers, he reached out and snatched the lit cigarette, taking a long breath in of the acrid smoke. As he let it out, the smoke trailing from his lips, he turned and narrowed his eyes at the demon. “Excuse you! The Seelie qualities are not at all my type. Not anymore. Every part of me that was once Seelie has been dead for hundreds of years. It died when he banished me.” He insisted, immediately smiling at the talk of their reputation.

“I like to think that we gained the worst of that reputation whilst I was in power. No leader of the UnSeelie realm either before of after me has ever had as much control as I did. It was glorious.” He smiled, knocking ash from the end of the cigarette before taking another long drag. 

“Yes, my friend, a plague. It’s just about the best way to cause a little chaos in those mortal realms. They’ve all got so comfortable and cocky. They all they’re safe, but they’re not! They never are. Not so long as creatures like us exist to torment them. And why shouldn’t we, it’s what we are meant to do. Just as they are meant to die. That is why they are mortal! They have not had to adapt for thousands of years now, so really it would be doing them a favor or two. After all, they must adapt to survive, isn’t that right?”

[prince-cresil]

He blinked down at his empty hands where a cigarette used to be before narrowing his eyes at the fae, calling another. Little shit. “So you got banished and went dark? You’re proud of the darkness?” Personally, he had nothing against darkness. After all, that’s the kind of world he was born into, but it always fascinated him when someone from the light came over to his side. He could never quite understand it. 

“Why aren’t you in control now?” He roamed his eyes over the guy, trying to figure out what he was looking at. He seemed to have potential, but someone that let themselves get kicked out of something twice was a bad omen. 

The demon gazed at the fae, listening to him talk before rich laughter spilled out of him. “You’re serious about this plague, hm? You know that shit is catching, right? Why would I want to risk the disease spreading into my world, and you into yours?” 

[unseeliefaeking]

“I did and I am.” He replied, resting the cigarette on his lips and folding his hands in his lap as he continued. “I think I was always meant to be UnSeelie. I was never like the others in the Seelie court. They were all so... positive.” He spoke the word as if it were tainted and the very thought of it disgusted him, which in many ways, it did. 

He sighed again, smoke curling from his nose as he hooked the cigarette into one long finger again. “Maeve... Maeve is the reason I am no longer in control. Or rather, Oberon is again. Maeve was his mother. She stepped in where I failed and he banished her too. After years in the mortal realm she found the UnSeelie Kingdom and took the throne from me by force.” When he said by force, he meant that she’d literally thrown him out of the throne like some naughty child, but he wasn’t going to go into details.

“She believed that the UnSeelie Kingdom was falling apart in my hands, even more so than the Seelie Realm. But she was wrong. She was expecting something more akin to the Seelie Realm, but it was the opposite and just what it should have been.” He insisted. He’d fought her for years to retake the throne but recently, a shaky truce had been reached. After all they were fighting the same enemy and would they not be stronger together?

He turned and grinned at the demon as talk of the plague continued and he mashed his cigarette out with careful precision. “I am. We have resiliency against such things. What can harm mortals is not likely to harm us. And we don’t have to be visiting mortal realms. Then again, the Seelie court doesn’t have to be told.” He grinned.

[prince-cresil]

"Well, well, a prince are we? Fascinating." The Fae looked him up and down with a smirk.

“And what are you? A fae? I thought you all died out with the last attack,” he said. Just a dig really. He’d known that most faes had survived the last demon attack on their lands, and that had been some time ago anyway. 

[prince-cresil]

The tightening of the fae’s body didn’t go unnoticed by the demon. He didn’t miss the way the outrage rolled off of the other man in waves, sending a pleasant chill along his spine. “As his adviser, you had a right to question him. That’s the entire definition of their job function. Still,” he paused, lighting a cigarette, “the Seelie’s qualities sound more like your type. You know that, right? Your kingdom has a pretty bad rap when it comes to being stubborn little miscreants.” 

A brow shot up as the guy dropped the P word. “A plague? You seriously think I should start a plague? Why?” He had to hear the reasoning behind this one, though he had a suspicion that whatever this one said, it would further prove that his kind were totally batshit. 

[unseeliefaeking]

“Yes, thank you!” He insisted, pleased that someone finally agreed with him and, with long, nimble fingers, he reached out and snatched the lit cigarette, taking a long breath in of the acrid smoke. As he let it out, the smoke trailing from his lips, he turned and narrowed his eyes at the demon. “Excuse you! The Seelie qualities are not at all my type. Not anymore. Every part of me that was once Seelie has been dead for hundreds of years. It died when he banished me.” He insisted, immediately smiling at the talk of their reputation.

“I like to think that we gained the worst of that reputation whilst I was in power. No leader of the UnSeelie realm either before of after me has ever had as much control as I did. It was glorious.” He smiled, knocking ash from the end of the cigarette before taking another long drag. 

“Yes, my friend, a plague. It’s just about the best way to cause a little chaos in those mortal realms. They’ve all got so comfortable and cocky. They all they’re safe, but they’re not! They never are. Not so long as creatures like us exist to torment them. And why shouldn’t we, it’s what we are meant to do. Just as they are meant to die. That is why they are mortal! They have not had to adapt for thousands of years now, so really it would be doing them a favor or two. After all, they must adapt to survive, isn’t that right?”

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You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.

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[unseeliefaeking]

Even resting against her, Ardan was a little tense but feeling her fingers so gently against his cheek, he settled into her touch. The effect it had surprised him, and a frown creased his brow upon hearing her words. 

“I don’t know how I feel anymore…” He murmured, but something in him had softened, even if only for a short time. Her gentle touch did wonders. “I’ve hated for so long. Perhaps now that is all I can do…” He didn’t truly believe that, but sometimes it certainly felt that way. These were things that he had set out to do long ago. He’d always been filled with such determination that the throne was his, that she was the usurper, she had betrayed him just as much as Oberon had and, as he had said before, neither she, nor anyone else was on his side. He’d fought for everything he ever had.

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Once she felt him relax against her, Maeve moved to allow her other hand to join in, carding through his hair as the first found his high sculpted cheek bone and traced it lightly down and along to his jaw.   “Then it is a wonder you are not more weary than I.    For hate takes so much out of you. It’s the poison you feed yourself, dying a bit everyday from the burn it creates within. Yet your enemy still lives either way.” With a sigh she starts to lean back against the collection of plush pillows, urging him to do so with her as she continues to attempt to appease him with a comforting touch. It was an impossibly rare thing for her to seemingly invite him into her bed– or anyone for that matter, as it was her private place. And one she didn’t wish others to feel at home in, lest they get the idea she favored them, and they’d then seek some power from her.  However he’d made himself at home there regardless of what she’d given him. He’d taken it time and again.  So why fight him on this? Why not rest when she assumed it was what they both wanted. “Perhaps someday though you will stop thinking of me as your enemy too—”

[unseeliefaeking]

Every slow, exceedingly gentle touch made him want to relax further and it was almost like he could feel his mind emptying, those constant thoughts of concern, self-deprivation and general anger and hatred just melted away. He felt small, just as he had in those earliest years of his time in her care. 

She moved back and he did so too, though somewhat unwillingly as anger rose in him again, burning and flaring throughout. “How can you not hate him?... How can you not hate him with every fibre of your being as I do?” He demanded, turning his head toward her a little as his body grew tense again and his breathing picked up a few paces, the strong emotion building quickly and manifesting in so many different ways. Were there tears in his eyes?

As if someone had flicked a switch, his temper had returned with a vengeance and he glared at the ceiling above them. “You’re not on my side. No one is.” And that made her an enemy so far as he could see.

[prince-cresil]

"Well, well, a prince are we? Fascinating." The Fae looked him up and down with a smirk.

“And what are you? A fae? I thought you all died out with the last attack,” he said. Just a dig really. He’d known that most faes had survived the last demon attack on their lands, and that had been some time ago anyway. 

[prince-cresil]

“Quicker than a letter.” And fuck it, they were a little proud that they could even get an internet connection between realms. It had been a long time in coming, and the mastermind behind the scheme had nearly gotten himself blown up a few times in the process, but all’s well that ends well.

“So you were his adviser and you questioned him,” he said, tapping his chin with his finger. “What did you call him out on?” There had to be more to this story than the fae was letting on and he was becoming curious. 

He smirked again, waving off the other’s words. “Chaos is for the lower class. I have better things to do than perform hauntings, if that’s what you’re on about.” 

[unseeliefaeking]

“Oh, I suppose so.” The fae murmured off-handedly, an overly exaggerated sigh leaving his lips. What was the point in sending an e-mail about something that would likely never happen? Nor would it have any positive effect on him, he was still in the UnSeelie realm which, let’s face, he did belong in, but if some demon had its way with Oberon, he wouldn’t get to have any fun anyway!

He was more stuck on the Seelie King’s past wrong-doing’s though and his entire body tensed, ready to spring. “Yes, I was his adviser and I questioned him firstly on his treatment of his mother and eventually, the treatment of his people. He’d grown into a callous, stubborn, self-righteous, stubborn little miscreant. Ohhh, I wish I could get my hands on his neck!” He insisted with a growl, raising fists before dropping them again, defeated. “And for that, I was banished, faced with a choice of mortality or attempting to lead the rabble of the UnSeelie realm.”

“Chaos in the form of haunting’s might be for the lower classes, if that’s how you want to view it. But there’s more chaos to be created than just that! You need a little imagination. Start some wars, ooh, or a good plague! There hasn’t been a good plague in far too long.” He insisted, a vaguely dreamy smile spreading across his face.

[prince-cresil]

"Well, well, a prince are we? Fascinating." The Fae looked him up and down with a smirk.

“And what are you? A fae? I thought you all died out with the last attack,” he said. Just a dig really. He’d known that most faes had survived the last demon attack on their lands, and that had been some time ago anyway. 

[prince-cresil]

“Yeah well, it wasn’t up to me,” he shrugged. “Drop an email to Nero about it. I’m sure he’ll take it under advisement,” he said, mimicking his brother’s go to response to get people off his back. “What’s your beef with Obie, anyway?” he asked, eyeing the guy in front of him. 

He snorted, giving the fae a look. “What should I be doing? Reaping souls? My time is my business.”

[unseeliefaeking]

“An e-mail? Hmph, well that’s hardly going to make a difference, is it? Honestly, if you can’t rely on the leader of hell to kill someone, who can you rely on?” He sighed, shaking his head dramatically before leveling his gaze at the other man. “Oh, maybe its the fact that he’s a sniveling, yellow-bellied, cowardly, selfish, good-for-nothing, fool of an ass-wipe who I wouldn’t trust to clean out my damn stables! He is the reason I am UnSeelie. He is the reason the reason the UnSeelie Kingdom exists at all. You see, he banished me for doing my job. He was the king, I was his most trusted and loyal adviser and I dared to question him.” He replied, his voice rising and falling with manic anger.

“By all means, it is your business, indeed. But it would far more exciting if you were causing a little more chaos. Not reaping souls, that’s painfully boring.” He insisted shortly with a roll of his eyes.

[unseeliefaeking]

((Which opens were you interested in? Just out of curiosity, lmao. Erm, but yeah. Maybe we could do something in the fae world where they have happened upon each other? Jaye is a very pure little thing, so she would be altogether intrigued and a little intimidated by a darker character. It would certainly be interesting to watch them unfold and see what happens.))

((Well I was looking at the ones in the mortal realm, probably post capture, but doing something in the fae realm could be cool. Might free interactions a little more. He will probably try to be as delightful as possible. XD He’s a tricksy one.))

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[unseeliefaeking]

She spoke in the past tense as if determined to prove a point; did she not still care? Would she not simply have had him killed if she did not still care? “Yes, I remember.” He replied quietly, for it was impossible to forget. She was truly the reason he was who he was today; she and Oberon anyway.

Truthfully, he had little notion of what it might mean if the UnSeelie kingdom was unsuccessful. What time he had spent in the human realm was in short bursts. He was as much a part of the UnSeelie Kingdom as anyone could be and could not bear to be away from it for long. 

He lifted a fierce gaze to her at her final words, as close to comfort as he would get from her and he spent a long moment attempting to decide if she was serious or not. It didn’t make sense for it to be a trick of any kind so she must have been quite serious indeed. Cautiously, he paced closer and then moved to sit with her, draping one long leg along the side of the bed and pulling the other up towards his chest. But he did rest his head against her shoulder, uncertain if he felt comforted or pitied.

[shewalksbetweenworlds-blog]

She could feel his tension and hesitation, and she didn’t blame him. But honestly all their animosity had been orchestrated by him and his actions.  He’d been bitter, jealous, and angry— among other things.  And while she could understand those feelings, she felt they were misplaced.  They should both be focusing such things towards her son, and coming together.  She was clearly the more experienced ruler. And under her initial reign as high queen things had went very well. Fae had a freedom within both realms, and the respect of the humans. More so they were essentially worshiped and sought after as council.  The fae had it good then, so why would anyone wish to dispose her? Sure there were some UnSeelie who wanted more freedoms, wanted to waste and ruin, and seek revenge too. So her denying them had sparked a bit of rebellion in their hearts. Though none had acted upon it yet. Now though she saw an opportunity for them to mend a long distant divide.  If only for a time being. For there was no telling what volatile mood might strike him again. He was hurt after all, and sometimes childlike in the way he acted out over it. Eh, but weren’t they all at times? A arm looped up to lay delicate fingers to his face, stroking the side of his face, and then coming to card through his long loose locks. It’s a tender gesture and she finds herself leaning into him some as well, still tired from being awoken. “Do you truly hate me so much over this crown,     that you can not come to care for me at all again?”

[unseeliefaeking]

Even resting against her, Ardan was a little tense but feeling her fingers so gently against his cheek, he settled into her touch. The effect it had surprised him, and a frown creased his brow upon hearing her words. 

“I don’t know how I feel anymore...” He murmured, but something in him had softened, even if only for a short time. Her gentle touch did wonders. “I’ve hated for so long. Perhaps now that is all I can do...” He didn’t truly believe that, but sometimes it certainly felt that way. These were things that he had set out to do long ago. He’d always been filled with such determination that the throne was his, that she was the usurper, she had betrayed him just as much as Oberon had and, as he had said before, neither she, nor anyone else was on his side. He’d fought for everything he ever had.

[prince-cresil]

"Well, well, a prince are we? Fascinating." The Fae looked him up and down with a smirk.

“And what are you? A fae? I thought you all died out with the last attack,” he said. Just a dig really. He’d known that most faes had survived the last demon attack on their lands, and that had been some time ago anyway. 

[prince-cresil]

He smiled a bit at the mention of the Unseelie court. At least he wasn’t one of those Seelie snots. He couldn’t stand that half of their world. He snorted a bit, muttering. “We definitely agree there. Oberon is a real pain in the balls. We should’ve attacked harder.” If it had been up to him, they would’ve, but his brother had wanted to give a warning strike. 

“New? No. I’m Cresil.” He waited to see if the name rang a bell before sighing, waving his hand idly. “Brother to the current king, Nero, and brother to the dead king, Samael. Been around for a couple of hundred thousand years.” Not that he had gotten out much when Samael had been ruling. 

[unseeliefaeking]

Ardan liked the look of that smile and he drew himself up just a little taller in pride. He was the very epitome of the UnSeelie Court and happily so. “Oh darling, how I wish you would have attacked harder, Oberon has no loyalty at all.” He replied bitterly. He despised Oberon for a very good reason indeed. 

The fae played dumb upon hearing the others name but as he explained, a smile spread across his lips again. “Oh, you’re that one.” He murmured, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I hear you’re quite the collector. Quite boring so far as demons go, I’d say.”

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With a heavy sigh the queen rose to sitting, though her eyes closed a moment.  When they opened her expression was softer than before; more thoughtful. “Ardan, I was there for you— before. So long before, but I was.    You were too old even then for me to treat you as another child of mine. However you must have know I cared for you.     Surely you remember that time.”

It had never been her intention to create such a rift between them, but she’d made a terrible error letting her son rule, and she was not about to give Ardan the chance to prove how inept he might be as well. For if he had managed to take and hold the throne in the UnSeelie kingdom, and failed as spectacularly as she felt Oberon had, then where were they to go? All but starve in the human realm? Live shorter lives there full of struggle? She’d tried that once, and it nearly destroyed her. And it did destroy a number of humans she had cared for as well. It was true she was having issues with the outlying fae, but he was quelling them. So clearly they worked better together than quarreling. “Come—” Gaze meeting his she gestures for him to draw close once more. “Come sit, rest your head upon me if you wish.    For I am too weary for another fight with you.”

[unseeliefaeking]

She spoke in the past tense as if determined to prove a point; did she not still care? Would she not simply have had him killed if she did not still care? “Yes, I remember.” He replied quietly, for it was impossible to forget. She was truly the reason he was who he was today; she and Oberon anyway.

Truthfully, he had little notion of what it might mean if the UnSeelie kingdom was unsuccessful. What time he had spent in the human realm was in short bursts. He was as much a part of the UnSeelie Kingdom as anyone could be and could not bear to be away from it for long. 

He lifted a fierce gaze to her at her final words, as close to comfort as he would get from her and he spent a long moment attempting to decide if she was serious or not. It didn’t make sense for it to be a trick of any kind so she must have been quite serious indeed. Cautiously, he paced closer and then moved to sit with her, draping one long leg along the side of the bed and pulling the other up towards his chest. But he did rest his head against her shoulder, uncertain if he felt comforted or pitied.