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As much as Wren hated to admit it, entertaining the idea that not all vampires were inherently bad purely because of their species had some upsides. Very little, but some. After the latest bout of magic to take over the castle had presented everyone with a vision of the possible future, Wren had been forced to consider that it wasnât vampires as a whole that were to blame for the enslavement of so many species. After all, witches had not been much more progressive.
Still, the Fae remained cautious. But allowing himself to be fractionally less guarded around some, meant that he got to spend more time in the greenhouse. Befriending a vampire whoâs only real interest âfor nowâ seemed to be Wrenâs talent for herbal remedies. Left to his own devices for a few hours, Wren had spent a while reading up on this particular concoction before he started to collect up clippings of certain plants and roots he would need, when he heard someone else enter. His rental was almost up, but it wasnât the same vampire that came to take him back. âI was just leaving.â
Heâd had his fill of breakfast, feeling significantly better than he had been earlier, and managed to get quite a bit of his work done which allowed for him to have some free time. To say Skye was a workaholic was a bit of an understatement, but even he enjoyed being able to walk outside freely, despite the sunâs rays. He didnât feel so stuffy compared to being in the castle and it gave him space from prying eyes and ears. Plus with all of his âbrothersâ and âfatherâ in the mix, he didnât want to be found at all as much as he could.
With a book in hand and no particular destination in mind, he wandered the halls, nose in the pages as he ignored those passing by. Heâd somehow managed to make it to the greenhouse, pausing to draw his face towards the flower petals to take in their scent. It was nice, such delicate things being tamed byâ not so delicate things. Just like the rest of the world. Skye hadnât necessarily believed in the system and all that it entailed, but at least for nowâ war was not waging. Heâd been tired and old of such things. There was a voice that spoke up, drawing his golden hues towards the faeâ and thereâs a small hesitant pause. Almost a worry that heâd intruded on something, and because heâd accidentallyâ wellâŠ.vampires and fae had a history, and so had Skye. His throat clears, again a pause. âNoâ you are quite alright. If anything, I am intruding on your time. I will justââ words nearly fumbling at the situation he found himself in.
Wren shoulders lifted and fell. âIâm just working on a project for someone, I wouldnât call it my time per say,â He answered somewhat absently. If nothing else these tasks were a welcome distraction from all that was currently whirling about in his mind with Medhi and Faust. Along with the constant pondering of whether the future everyone saw would come to light, or not. Despite the greenhouse lacking the same quality of ingredients as that found in the Fae Realm âand the snow beyond the panes of glass a bleak contrast to the vibrant beauty of his homelandâ the tasks on their own could at the very least bring Wren some welcomed nostalgia. âI think my rental is almost up, if you wanted the greenhouse to yourself.â The Fae added, lifting his gaze properly to the other man now. âIâve never seen you here before.â Wren added as an afterthought, though he could assume the vampire likely wouldnât care for his observations.
















