just something i wrote during work today. i may or may not incorporate it to my previous story already posted on here which was "a shadow in winter".
The
lost daughter of the Seelie Court, the tortured son of the Unseelie,
and a prophecy that will bind them together. The merging of two opposite
forces - to control the uncontrollable and to liberate the bound.
Because when Fate starts playing, she always plays to win.
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It
was an impulse he didn't understand. All he knew was the once he saw
her, he wanted her. He was even almost - almost - willing to admit that
he needed her. It infruriated him that he would someone like her, a mere
mortal, would affect him like so. It was discomforting but he didn't
think about it, not now. He wanted her now so he would take her. He
would ponder the reasons and the consequences later. For now, he
couldn't miss his chance.
He
appeared before her from under the shadow of a nearby tree, seeming to
have actually stepped out from the shadows and into reality. That wasn't
actually far from the truth. His eyes - bright, icy blue, which some
even claim can look too cold sometimes - focused on the girl. Those eyes
that stood out from his dark demeanor was focused with the intensity of
a predator stalking it's prey. That isn't too far from the truth
either.
The
girl was pretty for a mortal, he would give her that much. Her hair of
gold caught the light of the sun, something he didn't like too much but
he found beautiful against this girl. Her eyes were a warm brown - a
direct opposite of his. Overall the girl looked as if the sun shone
within her. She was radiant and warm where he was cold. He knew she'd do
better without him - much better - but he wanted to be selfish, he
could afford to be selfish. That was ingrained to his being, what he
could take was his, and she was no exception.
He
took a step out of the shadow that hid him and he reached out,
intending to reach for the girl, to place a mark - anything. But at the
exact moment that he took a step, the girl looked up, her actions
suddenly alert in comparison to her relaxed state not a few seconds ago.
He likened her to a frightened deer. Her eyes fell on him - which
should've been impossible - he was invisible to her, but her eyes caught
him. She was wide-eyed and for a moment Xaedh studied her and realized
that she saw nothing. But he was impressed, she was able to pinpoint his
location. Her eyes were searching but unable to see the threat. Xaedh
felt a smirk pull at his lips when he saw her tremble. He was unsure
whether she felt threatened or scared - but she felt his presence, that
much he knew. He decided to take another step - and the girl bolted.
He
could've laughed. He clearly underestimated her. She was more
perceptive than he thought - more intelligent than she was beautiful.
And definitely more intruiging. She ran from him but it didn't matter.
He looked down and saw a fallen flower - the one she held before she
ran. Xaedh reached down and chuckled faintly. It didn't matter that she
ran today. He would find her. She was his, he decided. He watched as the
flower turned into ice in his hand. He tossed the frozen flower away,
watching it drop to ground once more, shattering into crystals upon
impact, before looking towards the direction she ran to.
"Smart girl. You may have escaped me today, but not forever. I'll see you again."
And with that he turned away and returned to the shadows.
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Wraiths
welcomed him when he returned to the Court, Cailleach, in particular.
Their robes billowed around them, moved by a nonexistent wind. Their
robes were tattered, but despite the state of their clothing, there was a
dangerous, deathly beauty about them, particularly Cailleach, who knew
of the effect she had, even appointing herself the leader of their group
of three. Beare and Fienn followed behind her, hunched and pale, as if
shrivelling under the presence of Cailleach. Most fae, Seelie
and Unseelie, had some amount of fear and respect towards them. But
Xeadh often saw them like one of those cliques that human girls like to
form - like they were goddesses who walked the earth and earned the
right to treat others like--
"Xeadh,
you're back. And what have you been up to lately? You were gone a
while." Cailleach's voice broke through his thoughts. He noticed the way
she tried to make her voice feel like silk, but her nature as a wraith
was evident, making her voice crack. And it was far from attractive. In
fact, Xaedh was pretty sure if he was anyone but him, anyone of a lower
ranking would've cringed or shivered at the sound of her voice.
"I'm rarely here, Cal. Nothing's changed. Anyway, why are you here? Did something happen?"
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