the merfolk

Logon - 3,184 - Summer Eladrin

[zahryaofdawn]

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Each court had different needs and characteristics, and Zahrya figured that the inhabitants of each were much the same. If he were to do his part and protect the future of their species, then he have to do more to understand how they live and how they love. “Just taking stock. These beaches are quite splendid. I would love the opportunity to help fill your seas with as much living diversity as they have in the mortal realm. In time though,” he said warmly, trying not to let his glow bleed out too much as he smiles at Logon. Lia was adamant that her return to his side hinged on Zahrya’s ability to ensure her brother’s life and happiness. What recipe was better at creating happiness than family? “Serene places like this help me to see the future I want span out endlessly in front of me. Do you think about the future often?”

[xlogonx]

"You haven't seen anything yet," Logon smiled, thinking of all the creatures that called the sea their home now. He'd rescued as many as he could when their old realm had fallen, little creatures that loved the sea. Fey variants of everything that was found. He ensured their safety, their protection, and they'd returned to the court with him. It wasn't often they saw others in the court, anyway, and Logon tilted his head, "Yes." Though his head was almost always stuck in the past, as well. "It's a weird one, though. All of these changes. I'm surprised more aren't against it."

[springlia]

It was hard to rationalize the cold exile that she had faced, the dismissal from her queen as she forbade her from entering the Otherworld again for the life that she carried inside and the love that she dared to find with a mortal man because it was what Titania saw as best, a way to preserve the Fey's linage and the severance of families in many different ways for different stories -- Lia might claim forgiveness but bitterness still remained for the time lost. She didn't comment on further but let Logon's words be the last as this moment wasn't about the Queen, it was only for the siblings and the work that Logon had done to rebuilt anew. Water was never her inherit elemental connection but still she took a deep breath and plunged underneath the surface to explore the creation that her brother had constructed. The pink waves made way for them, the water shimmering as it did and they swam. A breath of life surrounded them in the palace under the sea, fish that carried fey essence swam past and jellyfish with all different pastel tentacles swam serenely beside them. It was a moment of clarity, a different type of understanding as to why he had stayed so long in this place of peace. She felt honored that he shared this place with her. "It's gorgeous.. let's swim further." She wanted to explore entirely.

[xlogonx]

"You know you could find whoever you want now, right? The faimen are eladrins. What we once were. You'd no longer have to worry about burying children if you wanted a mortal partner." Just burying the partner, he supposed. Semantics. Logon had never loved a mortal, he'd hardly loved at all. His attitude and self imposed exile had made him many ex friends, plenty of lovers that passed through, but nothing serious. Logon could've never been serious until he'd found himself needing to make a choice. A part of him, however, always felt like he was missing his independence. Away from the courts, away from a place that was safe to some, and not others. "We don't have to swim," he grinned, as a pathway appeared for the two of them to walk along, no different than when they were above water, as well. "There are homes down here. Mine is one. Laer prefers the clouds, I prefer the sea."

[conquestofuriel]

Children. Briefly, faintly, Uriel thought of Ganymede and he found himself smiling. He hadn't had the time to spare the idea or the conversation much more thought before but it always managed to make him smile whenever he did think about it. Though the smile faded as Logon did a little too wonderfully in reading the thoughts that had been written all over the seraphim's face before. To say he missed his siblings was an understatement but Uriel figured that if anyone who wasn't a seraphim would understand what it was to get a sibling torn away from them it was Logon.

"I know," he murmured. Logon had always been angry, hurt and betrayed by the mortals that Uriel had always looked down upon like they'd always been mere ants. He had never begrudged the fey those feelings before and he didn't now, not even as he practically lived like a mortal. "But you had taught them much before, treated them like children before they turned on you. I had never understood that." He absently entwined his hand with Logon, pressing their shoulders together ever once in a while as they walked home. "How do you see them now?" His questions held no undertone, only curiousity. "Are you happy to be so seperated in this place? Do you see your future forever here?" Uriel's affections hadn't changed too much; he held just about none for humanity. But he did understand them more now, he learned that they and their magical offshoots were far more formidable than the Blessed had allowed himself to give them credit for before. In a large part, the world had been saved by their kind.

[xlogonx]

"That's a loaded question, isn't it?" Logon laughed now, though his pace slowed along the beach, pink clouds surrounding them once more as he neared the waves. "Because they were. They needed help. Guidance and all of that. I showed them how to build. How everything could be as beautiful as we used to have it." He remembered everything, really. From the way he'd had so much faith in everything around him. There wasn't supposed to be any fear from the world; mortals and those with magic alike. His fathers had never been weary of it. Until one was gone, another remained. Even still, his elven father persisted, alone in the Spring Court with Lia to keep him company.

"I don't know," he admitted, looking down at the waves. Logon hadn't thought about it in a while, knowing that he was once a very lonely creature. But he'd been young, stupid, reckless – reliant on his magic. Blood witches were powerful, he'd been too easily trusting, too easily everything – and he'd left, since no one would truly notice the difference. Eladrin and elves were emotional, they'd been warned. "Yes, this is our home. Laer keeps us safe." He loved his oldest friend, and he'd do anything to see that he succeeded. "I see my future wherever those I love are."

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[xlogonx]

@zahryaofspring

The architect of the Summer Court had done what he could, but nothing was greater than the idea of a safe haven for children, for the summer shores were bright and hot, but beneath the waves? Calm and cool for those that wanted shelter within it. He knew the Spring Chancellor was a frequent visitor, the tiefling child enjoying heat, and Logon was more than happy to oblige. Who knew? An Avariel would be in his future, that much he was sure, but there was still fear. Logon was terrified of the land they'd created being invaded once more, of the elves falling as their great empires had once again. Nevertheless, Zahrya and his boundless fertility seemed to find him, "Chancellor. Here to enjoy the pink sand?"

[conquestofuriel]

"I'm a protector of you. Of all you hold dear," he correctly quietly, like that was a sweet little secret. "And I am an old man." He grinned. The Sun Court and its denizens were quickly growing on Uriel but every move he had made up until then was to see that look of peace and happiness of Logon's smiling face. The seraphim had yet to form the connections that he knew he had to make to truly call anything a home beyond Logon, beyond the seraphim and beyond all seraphim-blooded. He supposed Lia had climbed very high on his scale of importance but no other elf had yet managed her feat. In time he felt they would.

He looked towards the little beast and smiled crookedly. "Tell us or I shall find something else to call you. You look like a... Gadreel, perhaps? Abaros is a lovely name. I've always had a particular fondness for names beginning with A." There was a hint of something sad on his face as he thought of Adatiel who was gone forever, and as he even though of Azrael so far away and unreachable. But the sadness flickered away as quickly as it came; it would be a part of Uriel for eternity but he didn't let most emotions visibly get to him. "Admittedly..." His head canted towards Logon. "I had never once understood the penchant your kind and mortals have over taking care of smaller, weaker things... I suppose I can see the appeal now." Uriel had indeed taken to spending time with hippocampi and worrying about where the menagerie critters that passed by their home were getting their food sometimes. There was something genuinely rewarding about caring for things.

[xlogonx]

"You're never naming our children," Logon sighed, though he tried not to laugh as he held his hand out for the little beast. He hoped it had gotten somewhere safe during the end times, but he supposed that it was fine now that everything had been reversed. "You miss your siblings," Logon stated after a moment, knowing the feeling all too well. "When Lia chose exile, it was easy enough for me to leave, you know. I was so upset about how everyone was so stuck in their ways. Time passed slowly for eladrin, and no one seemed to blink an eye. It was my fault for going into the human world." Caught by blood witches, Logon remembered the time all too well. After everything he'd done for them, all the architecture he'd given them – they still took more than they deserved. "I gave up on them a long time ago," Logon laughed, like Uriel had misunderstood his love for fey bleeding into mortals. "It's Lia who chose them."

[conquestofuriel]

That little thanxalotl, a bit of an annoyance that he wasnt used to in the beginning as it would appear and bother him at any given moment. But it had grown on the seraphim. Uriel might be caught feeding it double treats when Logon wasn't looking. "Am I projecting?" The Blessed knew some big words like subterfuge, regime, and demagogue but they were all politics to do with kingdoms and the like. Projecting was now a new big word that the seraphim had never used before. But the elves were such emotional creatures and the Sun Court in particular had a lot of denizens that liked to talk about their feelings when they weren't expressing them using their bodies. He was learning a lot about the former with them. With the latter, Logon and instinct had been fine enough teachers.

He sighed. "I haven't lived among the elves since before Hyperborea and I have not spent as much time with them as I had in the days of Eden when you were all fey... It's quite a lot to get used to." But as he said so Uriel smiled, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

[xlogonx]

Logon knew he had a myriad of little friends that floated about. His sprite, still in the form of an otter, continued to dance through the pink clouds of the Sun Court. It would float alongside Uriel if the seraphim so wished, and every now and then, Logon, who was terrified of heights, would sing a spell for temporary wings to soar alongside the seraphim. “You’re a protector of our court now. Big deal.” Logon gave the other a small smile, moving a bit closer so he could put his hand on Uriel’s cheek, “You sound like an old man,” he laughed, though he took Uriel’s hand and pulled him along anyway. There was more to see in the Court. “I haven’t named him,” the thanxalotl now sat on Uriel’s shoulder, “I’ve been waiting for him to tell me what he’s called.”

[springlia]

"I'm trying to be -- it feels like a double edged sword as if it is an insult to be happy when there is so much grief and the queen is gone and yet, she died so we could live so it's an insult if we don't take her gift for what it is and love as hard as we can." The pink hued ocean waves crashed along the shore and Logon stands as a pillar of wisdom but she misses the wide grin that he use to sport and the whimsy that he use to have as they ventured into the Mortal realm together, too much has happened to be innocent once again. "I am happy that you are here and building something anew, show me the work you've done, I can't wait to see it."

[xlogonx]

Logon frowned slightly, though he understood his sister’s worry. The Dawn and Sun Courts were new, another home to add to the long list of those that they’d had and heard of. Perhaps now it was the closest thing they’d get to stability, and Logon didn’t want to ruin it, either. “I get it. Titania did this for us. She always did these things for us.” It’d been so long since he’d seen the queen, since he’d left out of spite for the fey who barely blinked as time passed. It was a wound so old yet still fresh — the underwater haven he’d designed a perfect reason to remove himself yet stay afloat within the sun court. “Come on. I’ll show you the water.” The pink waves parted, the foam and water shimmering under the heat of the sun. It created a pathway, though they were submerged almost instantly. The world around them changed slightly, pillars that seemed to glow beneath the waves coming to life around them. All sorts of underwater fey creatures swam around them, and Logon waved his hand as a large palace with an open roof appeared in front of them. “It’s a place of rest. Of refuge. Laer knew what that meant to me.”

[springlia]

who: @xlogonx where: Audele

She did not rely on her legs to cross the distance between her brother and herself, golden wings uncurled from her back and she flew to where she knew she could find him -- where the ocean met the shore, he was sure to be found. Happy tears clouded her eyes and with a fierce motherly strength, she pulled him in for a hug. Petting his hair, she pulled back to search for any scars or harm, pulling him back into her embrace to pepper kisses to the crown of his head. "I would have burned this whole world down if you were lost to me, this place would have been nothing but cinders. We will rebuilt as we always have, forging a kinder future even without Titania." Lia and the Queen had a bitter relationship but she never fathomed a day where she would be here and the queen would not.

[xlogonx]

"Lia," Logon laughed as his sister embraced him, though it was only because of his sheer ability to compartmentalize the horrors that were slowly fading away. There was a moment where he took in the familiar smell of spring, mixed now with a new power: the dawn court. He wished to show her what he had been working on, restored to a greater purpose – his architecture would make the new Sun Court shine brighter than anything ever before. Logon couldn't stop the flash of sadness he felt, Titania's loss well known amongst the courts. The King had left, everything felt a bit...confusing. Right now, though, Logon motioned towards the shores of the court, "Are you happy?" he asked finally, knowing it was a loaded question. "We're in our own place once more. Away from the mortals. But you're free to love whoever you want." Faiman becoming eladrin was fate, perhaps, with how Lia would have been able to stay with her children forever. If only it had been sooner.

[conquestofuriel]

Time: Things have settled down Location: Audele Characters: @xlogonx & @conquestofuriel Notes: domestic moment

The day was spent socializing with the new elves and helping them with what he could in building their new homes. It was a lot more enjoyable than Uriel thought it would be. Otherwise, he returned to the mortal realm to see to his divine family and their affairs, mostly to look after Viktor and Serissa where he could, the children of his beloved and gone siblings. But all nights were spent in Logon's company, even the days where Logon wished for help or just his presense. The seraphim's most cherished purpose had become to see the sun elf smile and be at peace. The elven builder and architect was working hard but it was the sort of hard work that didn't come with that fearful and hopeless look that he would have during the war, and for that Uriel was grateful.

"Enough... You look tired today," he murmured. "Let's go home."

[xlogonx]

It had taken only a little pushing; Laer was his best friend, and perhaps that was why it was a relief that Uriel was more than welcome now in their new home. The architect was always busy, the magic he could weave beneath the waves once more ensuring that there was always a space for those that wanted one. His little thanxalotl was with him, sitting on his shoulder as it yawned. The waves moved as Logon did, his breathing even as the sea calmed and he felt the presence of Uriel behind him. "I'm immortal. I can't be tired," he clarified, though his tone was filled with mirth as he turned to look at the seraphim. "But you? You look tired. Enjoying yourself?"

[xlogonx]

@conquestofuriel

The forest was on fire, but the ocean waves calmed what it could. Logon stood within the broken, desolate shores of what was left of the Summer Court. He'd sent away so many fey creatures, so many children and those who could not fight – only to watch the rest of it burn. The water ran red, another creature falling as Logon's siren song held them back. Creatures fought for him as they stayed under his spell, his strength waning as he parried shadows from a drow as summer flared to life around him. They fell beneath his dual swords, but Logon had to kneel to take a breath. The presence of the seraphim was not lost on him, but there would be little time to talk. Perhaps all he could do was say goodbye.

[xlogonx]

@chancellorxlaer Location: Summer's Shores

"I created an escape path, like you wanted," Logon started speaking once he and his oldest friend had made it beneath the waves, the creatures of the Otherworld that had made the court their home. One of the thanxalotl's was sitting on Logon's shoulder, and all he could think about was how they would get out if things came to it all. "There are going to be those that can't fight, and if we're overrun..." he tilted his head a little, the illusion that hid the pathway into the otherworld changing in front of he and the Chancellor.

[conquestofuriel]

He had a bad feeling, though unlike a fey's clairvoyance Uriel only had the experience of watching other conquerors and leaders in the past get killed or exiled when things went south and the world turned on them. It would be likely to happen now, likely to happen when that plague had had the audacity to touch more than just mortals and also supernaturals - therefore the entire city. "I have done nothing before but try to maintain a semblance of peace for you, Logon," he argued. At much of a cost, Uriel now realized. Stagnation in hoping diplomacy would win out and things would settle in battles of warriors rather than claim innocents like Logon or his sister. Only for the seraphim to realize Rome would continue and continue to batter it's ordinary citizens in the crossfire. An attack had to be done against The Eye but Dumah's strong plague was not what he had in mind. Still, he would take responsibility for his siblings - that was his duty as first in line. "An attack on The Eye had to be done. Too long they'd kept me and my brethren weakened with their moly. I'd made Dumah impatient and so I take responsibility for his plague." His words softened, a hand reached out to cup at Logon cheek. "I just needed to see that it hadn't touched you... and I'm sorry." Sorry for what was their fault but also for what wasn't, something he tried to convey as he thought of what had happened to the fey king and the long period of grieving his people were likely to enter now.

[xlogonx]

"Well it did, but you're lucky we have healers." Logon tilted his head now, thinking about the efforts that the fey had put into this war. They were facing a different target, one that would hopefully be preoccupied. He trusted Laer, would follow him anywhere, but something told him this war was going to be the death of him. And on top of that, the Seraphim's. "You're fighting so many enemies at once, Uriel. I get that Conquest is what it is, but The Eye, the Asphodel – we can all only do so much."

[conquestofuriel]

Time: Up to ya Location: Uriel's (Iskander's) Apartment Characters: @xlogonx & @conquestofuriel Notes: worried husband

He found his fey at the height of the plague. Every minute that Logon didn't come to him was another minute that he feared and worried until the knock came and Uriel flung the door open. "Gods bless," he murmured. There was also a new sense of paranoia for the seraphim, a new sense of carefulness that came from wondering when someone would find him or any other one of the Blessed to make their anger at the plague known. Uriel made a quick scan of the people passing by behind Logon before he looked back at him. "Are you well?"

[xlogonx]

Logon had figured that Uriel would eventually come back – to this meager apartment that the human had owned. Something having to do with the Eye, something that was irrelevant all things considering. The Necronomicon was getting stronger, the Blessed had their own issues – and now a plague, perhaps by one of the angels themselves. Seraphim and Eladrin were too used to being the top of everything, and now they were once more being pushed back against. Logon couldn't wait to find a home elsewhere. "I'm as well as I can be," he admitted, looking at Uriel once more. "What is going on, Uriel? I feel like all I do when I see you is ask a question. Over and over again."

[springlia]

"Do you ever wonder if Dad is a drow?" It's a secret truth that she would have never given light too, it was something that they deliberately didn't talk about but there was a certain fate that awaited Fey that died and although he had never been resurrected and hadn't come topside, there might be a version of him that existed out there somewhere. Her eyes flare in surprise and she sputters like a fish for a moment, surprised by her own words. The twinks fought down in the gladitor pit and she smiled in affection, content in the moment. "I'm staying. You can't get rid of me again that easily."

[xlogonx]

"I wouldn't say wonder is really the right word for it." He looked at Lia now, the bustle of the forest around them somewhat quieting. She'd come back to them, and Logon was sure that Zahrya wouldn't let another Spring eladrin leave so easily. "He must be. But he wouldn't remember us. In one life, that was our father. In another, I think it's better to remember him as he was. Our other father still remains at his home. Had I not dragged him out, I feel like he would've simply waited in the Otherworld as the drow queen took over."

[harrysgoldenbum]

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[xlogonx]

@conquestofuriel Location: idk they sang loads of harry styles now it's all over

"You look angry." There'd been a lot of fighting amongst the Seraphim, and Logon had only seen bits and pieces of it all. He felt like he'd embarrassed himself a little bit by speaking out all of his feelings, but now their king was dead – Logon felt hollow. None of them had been quick enough, even from his place near Laer, the summer Chancellor hadn't reacted in time. Zahrya's wails were echoing through the forest, and he was sure that no one could calm the Spring Chancellor. Logon stood on the edge of the forest now, the place completely locked down once more. No one but a fey could enter and Logon figured he should see Uriel once more – before the seraphim decided that his self sacrifice was the only way to do anything. "I'm angry, too. The drow just keep taking from us. And we have no one to stop them, now."