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 you were looking down at them, AESHMA & SADHBH


you can dance on the grave and the bones of the children, if you know what to say / and you know it's begun from the beat of the drums, and the screams from the mouths of the babes / and we pray, as we're watching the charade / welcome to your wedding day



felix
Apr 2 2018, 10:39 AM / Post #: 37833 Quote

[QUOTE=Aeshma,Nov 1 2017, 01:23 PM]
you've got an awful long way to go
It was nice, sometimes, to spend time in a quieter part of town. To relax. The notion was something Aeshma rarely indulged, considering how much time he'd had to spend doing just that in Allutheria--whiling time away doing nothing was not something the fae often regarded with anything short of disgust. But, after years in Ga'Leah, and--especially after the recent events, he was beginning to see the benefits. For once--Aeshma felt...drained. He'd felt tired before--he'd felt stressed, hunted, desperate--but now, he just felt...drained. He didn't worry, too much, about being ousted as a magic-user, here. He was skilled with disguise and glamours, and right now--to the undiscerning human, he simply looked like a vagabond, having wandered through the market for an hour or so; snatching an apple and, once the noise of the rabble began to play irksomely on his ears, Aeshma took himself to the outskirts of town.

It was pleasant, out here--weaving through gnarled apple trees and feeling the dappled sun on his back. He was used to the chilling, unsettling air of blighted lands--and it was nice to realize that sometimes, Ga'leah could still be just as beautiful as he remembered. Of course--it didn't seem it was long before something...strange would happen. The fae was rather used to oddities occurring--they always did; one just had to notice them. But when it came to being...followed, that was an oddity Aeshma was not particularly fond of. He had been noticing the presence of..another consciousness, for quite some time now, and the worst of it was--he could have sworn he'd felt it before, back in Xehacora. Had something been tailing him? It was a very real possibility, one he'd been painstakingly aware of. The world did not approve of fae, and he knew the risks of being caught--he just didn't think he'd been careless enough to be discovered. For now--he stayed calm, stayed casual, as if it were just another solitary day in the light woodlands outside town, far from danger and far from any worries that might plague an ancient being of magic--banished from the very ground he trod.

His hand did play over the length of his pipe, though--ready for whatever or whoever might...show itself. As time went on, he began to feel more and more uneasy--glancing around, one hand buttoning his jacket as if that would provide some sort of protection--and then he saw it.
Large, elegant, and beautiful; bright, round eyes and soft feathers, the owl caught his attention like most birds did; and he broke into an amused smile. "Pretty thing, are you what's been scaring me?" His voice was light and teasing, relief clear. There was naught he appreciated so much in Ga'leah as the wisdom and quick-wit of the birds. "It's a bit light out for you--isn't it?"

[outfit] || tag: Sadhbh

BY MITZI



you know if you keep this up // you'll be more scars than skin // even when you're wide awake // you're drowning in your dreams



Xy
Apr 3 2018, 12:36 AM / Post #: 37841 Quote

It called with no voice. Sometimes she imagined one for it, fashioned it out of the heady fog that stormed her mind whenever she got too close to him. She had almost given in last time. The fog washed over her like the sweetest relief and felt like freedom, tasted like it even. It took all her willpower to tear herself from it. And even that was only due to the fact that he was still only vaguely aware of her. It was him, she was certain. He was Fae -- that much she could sense at once, drawn to him like a moth to flame. An old Fae at that. Powerful.

Too powerful, she knew.

Sadhbh spread her wings and glided effortlessly from the chimney she perched on, her wide black gaze following his form on the ground. She was level with the roofs of the buildings now, though they were becoming sparser and sparser. He was heading towards the quieter outskirts of the town. Tiny bells went off in her head, but they were drowned by the call of the bond, which rang deep and heavy. She shook her head, her talons curling beneath her as she dipped lower in the sky. The roofs fell away to the twisted tops of old apple trees. The sun warmed her feathers as she tilted downward, weaving gracefully in and out of the branches before settling on a thick grey branch half-hidden by leaves. The Fae was a bit farther down from her, but heading her way. She watched him carefully, then clicked her beak softly and reached out with her mind.

He knew she was there -- or at least that something or someone was. His thoughts were scattered, nervous. His pipe appeared in his mind several times, but the significance escaped her. She did not tread far enough into his mind to pick them apart into thoughts she could decipher. Sadhbh was still hesitant that he might seize upon her intrusion. The old Fae were a dangerous folk, and some were more sensitive than others. She stiffened, her talons digging deep into the wood. The bond sung. He was too close. Way too close. But she could barely keep herself from diving to his feet, much less turn her back and fly away. She turned her gaze to him, to check.

That was a mistake.

He saw her immediately, and the relief and tenderness that suddenly colored his thoughts almost brought her from the branch without any struggle. Pretty thing. She lost count of his thoughts for a moment -- lost count of hers as the delightful fog buffered up against them. She shook her head violently as his next words reached her, and froze in the act. She lifted her wings as if to fly but was unable to convince them to carry her farther. They fell uselessly back to her sides. Sadhbh stared at him beseechingly, unable to do much of anything else as she fought her silent battle against the bond that meant to drag her to him.

She wished for her words then. She wished for her human mouth, her tongue, her teeth. She wanted to form those ugly words between her lips and fling them at him like daggers, like hexes. She wanted to drop to his feet and offer herself, both of them, the human, the winged, and thank him with freedom sweetness that would never sour in her mouth. She wanted to cry, to scream, to sing. The bond screamed in her bones. It sealed her beak and her mouth was hidden somewhere she could not find.

What she would given to scream back.

tag Aeshma
love, libby



you can dance on the grave and the bones of the children, if you know what to say / and you know it's begun from the beat of the drums, and the screams from the mouths of the babes / and we pray, as we're watching the charade / welcome to your wedding day



felix
Apr 3 2018, 01:52 AM / Post #: 37842 Quote

you've got an awful long way to go
They were locking eyes for too long--Aeshma still felt that..presence, in his mind; and he knew it had to be the bird. But...there was another feeling. One he was unfamiliar with--one that was stronger now. As was her presence in his head. He backed up a pace, light-hearted smile beginning to fade into concern, suspicion. She wasn't a normal owl--but just what she was was almost lost on the fae. Almost.

He knew what she was. He knew there were beings, fae-created and fae-serving, from Allutheria. He had seen the faemiliars everywhere, in that godforsaken prison. Toys, most of them, a slave race he kept his distance from. Even his twisted morals found the concept disgusting. Perhaps it was simply because of his hatred of Allutheria; perhaps he detested the way the fae tried to play god like those who had banished them in the first place.

But when it came down to it, Aeshma simply had always valued freedom. Even for humanity--those he wished death upon; he was disgusted by the idea of himself or others enslaving them. It was one concept he had a firm grasp on, and one he wouldn't let go of.

But now, here before him was an owl. A beautiful creature, probing his mind and--near as he could tell, it wanted..something. Just what--he didn't understand, not fully. Perhaps she--he had a hunch--was working for another fae, one who...wanted him. God, it could be the order of fate. He backed up again, hand on his pipe, worry growing. Or.

Or she could be stray. His brows furrowed. Why would a stray come looking for him? She couldn't speak, like this, though--which frustrated him. He stopped backing away, eyes flickering to her once more in a frown. "I don't know what you want." He stated, voice firm but--an edge of annoyance to it as well. "My apologies. If you're looking for--someone to help you, I don't know what to tell you. You--" He pressed a finger to his temple, sighing. "I--I can..." He hesitated, glancing down to his pipe. It was well within his power to talk with the bird, if necessary--at least in terms of...feelings, emotions; whether the bird could think in words or not he didn't know. But he knew he had the magic to open his mind to the bird--not just to let it see inside his mind, but vice versa; should it let him.

"Bird. Will you open your mind to me?" He sounded, if anything--weary. But he wasn't going to walk away from a creature so obviously needy. If it had ill intentions, he likely would see them; and if not, he would see what it did want. Pulling out his pipe, fingers laced on the holes, he raised a brow. "I know you can probe inside my mind, so--it's only fair, is it not? And hopefully, we will both be satisfied.."

[outfit] || tag: Sadhbh

BY MITZI



you know if you keep this up // you'll be more scars than skin // even when you're wide awake // you're drowning in your dreams



Xy
Apr 3 2018, 12:21 PM / Post #: 37845 Quote

His thoughts curled and danced around her head, the tenderness washing out in a tide of suspicion. The change was enough for her to close her eyes from him for a split second, to push the sweet mists from her mind, to breathe. The recognition that peppered his thoughts needed no explanation. He knew what she was. She opened her eyes and gazed at him, watched this Fae that now could take her if he pleased, or let the bond sing in her ears and fall away, or kill her even, if he so chose. She ruffled her feathers in relief as he stepped backward, the physical distance between them allowing her bones to settle, even though the bond stayed her wings. She wished once more for her voice. But the curses and the praises alike had quieted on her tongue. Even if she had the lips to form them, she was at a lost for what she might say.

The pipe flashed in his mind again, tinged with worry, anger even. Her wings fluttered nervously. But she made no move towards him, and the gods knew she could not move away. Then he looked at her again, and the bond shivered along her feathers. As he spoke, his mind flashed again and again to the pipe, and she was confused. She had thought it maybe a weapon, but now it seemed... more a tool. It made her anxious. She pushed a little further into his mind, but now his thoughts were full of her... and speaking. She eyed the pipe in his fingers.

Open her mind. Her talons kneaded the branch beneath her, poking the soft green flesh she had ripped open. He was stronger than she might have guessed, then. But it was what she wanted, was it not? She met his gaze again, and pushed again into his mind. He was sincere. The suspicion lapped at the edges of his thoughts, but it was not angry as it might have been before. She swallowed. There was not much of a choice. It was to meet him now -- settle this --- or endure him, or flee, and endure whomever ensnared her next.

She inclined her head towards him, and hoped that he may take that as her permission. And then she formed one complete thought for him to encounter, before he had the range of her mind at his disposal.

The bond has called for too long, and I must answer.

tag Aeshma
love, libby



you can dance on the grave and the bones of the children, if you know what to say / and you know it's begun from the beat of the drums, and the screams from the mouths of the babes / and we pray, as we're watching the charade / welcome to your wedding day



felix
Apr 3 2018, 04:30 PM / Post #: 37846 Quote

you've got an awful long way to go
The price for telepathy was not a trivial one; but with her willingness, it was all the easier, and the fae let his eyes fall shut, lips on the reed of his pipe. She was correct; it was a tool, as the first, soft notes hummed through the air so too did his magic. It helped him to channel the magic--to focus it. A subtle, nuanced hand was one he often had trouble with; his reckless and emotionally driven way of spell-casting could be dangerous; and it was his pipe that kept him in check. Entering another's mind was delicate work--and he was grateful for her stillness and her own concentration. This did not come so naturally to him as it seemed it did to her; unsettling as the sensation of her in his own head was.

It was there, glaringly obvious and almost as if she had put up a billboard for him to read; enough so that his eyes flew open and for a moment he just stared at her--eyes wide as the owl's. The bond. He knew what it was-- But he hadn't ever quite grasped it. Not the desperation or the innate need to fulfill it. That a stray who knew nothing of him--or at least, did not know him personally--would find him, and follow him, and...beg.

Beg for servitude. That's what it was, in the end. And that was what he could not understand. He was silent, staring; not daring to probe further into her mind. His own thoughts were a turmoil, confusion and frustration tumbling like a mill as he tried to settle, and to just...think.

A faemiliar was not for him; he'd known that years ago. Decades ago. Well, centuries. If not millennia. Goodness, he was old. A small smirk quivered at his lips, before he cleared his throat, pale yellow eyes still meeting hers. She would not be free, if he left her. She would find...someone new. Someone else. Another fae. And so on, until--someone took pity or advantage of her need.

He didn't like that. He didn't like the idea of something so intelligent, powerful--being held captive. Especially not by someone who he very likely would detest. In the end, was it not better for him to agree to the bond than someone who would use it selfishly? If she were a stray--she probably had her share of...unpleasant experiences. And here...with him...she would never be stuck in Allutheria, she would be free as he was--in their home, Ga'leah. Maybe she had been created in the prison; but that did not mean she was bound to it. She would only be bound to him.

And without a master? She would wither. At least here--he knew she needed magic to survive. If she remained in Ga'leah, she would not last long. He could provide for her in that way, at least. It would almost be a charity, to do this for her--
And so he convinced himself.
"I don't know how this bond is formed." He admitted, a look of chagrin on his face. "I have never kept a faemiliar. But--I will offer myself, all the same, if it is truly what you want--to be bound to me."

[outfit] || tag: Sadhbh

BY MITZI



you know if you keep this up // you'll be more scars than skin // even when you're wide awake // you're drowning in your dreams



Xy
Apr 3 2018, 07:56 PM / Post #: 37849 Quote

It was a different sort of feeling, for one to intrude into her mind, rather than the other way around. She wondered if this is what they all felt -- those who could sense her. A silent wraith spreading her fingers through skin and bone and turning over and over what she found there in their skulls. But his own touch did not drift far into her mind. She could see her thoughts across his face and then read them again in his mind, before his gaze clouded and the thoughts banged up against each other in his confusion.

She understood, in a way. Freedom was sweet. She had tasted it. Known it on the back of her tongue and aspired to keep it there, held it like the treasure she had thought it was. But for her -- for all of her kind -- it was a sweetness that soured. Rotted. A cursed treasure that brought the cursed bond and hurled it against her until she regretted having ever looked upon it. She watched him, only the tips of her feathers curling in the breeze. The dappled light swung over her, swung over him, but their gazes did not break their dance.

Sadhbh knew what his reasoning was bringing him to before he knew it himself. The sweet fog lapped at the edges of her consciousness with greater and greater strides as his mind settled on it, and his thoughts resolved clearer in its wake even as the world receded around her. And what thoughts they were! She felt she may have sensed it, but it more felt like something else, maybe even luck -- if such a thing was bestowed upon strays. He was so set on her freedom -- as much of a freedom as he could offer -- that it was her turn to stare, to consider those pale yellow eyes anew.

He spoke, admitting this to be all new to him. And that sealed it for her. A fae that never created a faemiliar was... uncommon. The admission was like a comfort, a safety. She breathed out, though she had not been aware she had been holding her breath. Somewhere, sometime, before the need overtook her, she had worried at why this fae had no faemiliar. His answer was more than she could have hoped for.

She blinked once, long and slow, and then inclined her head again. She did not know so much how to cement the bond as felt it, as surely as the bond pulled on her bones. She alighted from the branch, and glided softly to the ground in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. His words head been enough, she felt. Enough to satisfy the need that had rung in her head for too many moons. She approached him slowly, until she was close enough for him to reach out his hand to touch her. The bond's song was breaking over her defenses now, ushering in a contentment she had not felt in years. But yet, she resisted. She waited for him to close the distance, to set the bond that even he may have sensed overcoming her.

She had chose him, with what little choice had been afforded to her. But she no more wanted to force him than he desired to force her. He had to choose her as well.

tag Aeshma
love, libby



you can dance on the grave and the bones of the children, if you know what to say / and you know it's begun from the beat of the drums, and the screams from the mouths of the babes / and we pray, as we're watching the charade / welcome to your wedding day



felix
Apr 3 2018, 10:29 PM / Post #: 37850 Quote

[QUOTE=Aeshma,Apr 3 2018, 04:30 PM]
you've got an awful long way to go
It was enthralling, the way she spread her wings, gliding softly to the ground. He was still, speechless, taking in the silent flight, the way those bright eyes pierced him with a stare of such intelligence he didn't know how to respond. That such a being could need something so desperately was a hard concept for the fae; and slowly, he knelt, leather soles of boots digging gently into the loam, cloak trailing through the grass. His pendant swung from his neck as he found himself crouching, one hand outstretched so his fingertips could rest delicately on her wing, on those soft brown feathers. He was inside her mind again, and it was only through that connection--that he could feel just how strong it was. Her need was there, but--it was changing. From a need to bond to...that sense of relief--or perhaps fulfillment was a better word; and he wasn't entirely certain anymore if the rush of warmth, pleasantness--was in her head or his.

[outfit] || tag: Sadhbh

BY MITZI



you know if you keep this up // you'll be more scars than skin // even when you're wide awake // you're drowning in your dreams



Xy
Apr 3 2018, 11:49 PM / Post #: 37851 Quote

It was like the dawn. As his fingertips brushed her wing, the call of the bond broke across her mind, shattering into something so much softer, sweeping aside even that tempting sweet fog with a wave of release that made her dig her talons deep into the cool earth. It came warm and gentle and made her heart swell. Her whole body shivered. She closed her eyes and breathed. Nothing had ever tasted so wonderful, not even her first scent of her short-lived freedom.

She opened her eyes and gazed at him, the desperation that had inked her eyes softened into the gentle contentment that flooded her mind. Thank you. The thought came fervently, hung heavy with sincerity. She pushed it towards him, feeling his quiet presence still in her mind. Thank you. Already she felt stronger, lighter. The magic was yet light in her bones, but it was more than had raced up her spine in years. It made her dizzy, almost.

If she had could have found her human mouth, she would have laughed. The thought made her pause. Her human form. If he allowed her enough magic, she could transform. She barely even remembered what that form looked like -- what she looked like, as human. It had been nearly four years. But she did not push that thought towards him, though he could find it on his own. She already knew that part of his mind -- knew her owl form was so much more easy for him. Sadhbh was content with the bond satisfied. Its answered song still carried on in her veins, sending slight shivers of pleasure and warmth through her wings.

She cocked her head to the side and considered him. What do I call you? She asked in her mind. She had overheard pieces of fake names he had given curious voices and ears, but she sensed that he had a name with more power than those. Maybe more power than she had originally guessed. For he was an old Fae, a very old Fae, and one that slipped inside her mind with little more than a musical notes.

And she was his.

tag Aeshma
love, libby



you can dance on the grave and the bones of the children, if you know what to say / and you know it's begun from the beat of the drums, and the screams from the mouths of the babes / and we pray, as we're watching the charade / welcome to your wedding day



felix
Apr 4 2018, 09:18 AM / Post #: 37855 Quote

you've got an awful long way to go
Aeshma looked, for once--free of the suspicion and anger that generally plagued his features. He seemed just as...surprised, as he had throughout their meeting. The nigh innocence he had of the process, of the bond--made him seem almost younger. He slowly sat, crossing his legs as he felt...her gratitude, sincere and insistent--causing a soft redness in his cheeks. It wasn't often he heard those words, at least not without malice pinned to them. "You're--welcome." He murmured, as he began to feel it himself--not just through her, but the...connection was there. His magic was being drained--slowly, not with any ill intent; feeding her. He realized how he could...control the flow, as it were, experimenting silently as he kept it from her only for a second before increasing the amount he allowed her to...access. It was a strange concept to him; and he wondered how it might take a toll. There had to be one, right? But every fae, almost--had a companion like this, and they weren't doing too badly..

Her question startled him, and he blinked, opening his mouth--though in all fairness, he could simply think. He wanted to speak, though, and..it had been a while since he'd heard his name on anyone's lips. "Aeshma." It was perhaps less well known, less notorious than some of the elder fae. He had a moniker that was regarded with far more fear and animosity than his own true name, which had a lilt to it, a delicacy. "That's my name. And--yours?" He hesitated, realizing the magic it cost them both now to continue probing each other's minds might become tricky. For him, at least--telepathy had a price. "If--you wish to shift...it might be easier to communicate."

[outfit] || tag: Sadhbh

BY MITZI



you know if you keep this up // you'll be more scars than skin // even when you're wide awake // you're drowning in your dreams



Xy
Apr 4 2018, 12:50 PM / Post #: 37856 Quote

Aeshma. She repeated the name in her mind, mulled it lightly over her tongue. She did not know it, not intimately. It felt a little... familiar, faintly, like déjà vu. Perhaps it had passed a guest's lips before, in her former house. But it held nothing else in it for her.

It was a good name, she decided, after a moment's pause.

She blinked at his suggestion, her name trailing on the edges of her mind. She wanted to transform. But now that he offered, that she felt his magic strengthening her, shivering along her feathers, she hesitated. It had been so long. She could scarcely recall the feeling of a human body, barely remembered the sensation of clutching something in fingers instead of talons, of stretching out arms instead of wings, of running instead of flying. And her lips... her words. She shook her head a little, and stretched out her wings before letting them settle softly back to her sides. And then she nodded.

Transforming was never painful. It was magic to magic -- as long as enough magic was there, it was like sliding into a deep dark pool and swimming down until you were swimming up, and broke the surface in the other form. It felt almost heavenly, as she slid into the soft darkness, having not done so for many moons. And then the light flooded in again through new eyes.

She stumbled, falling to her knees, unused to the sensation of being so tall -- or at least, tall compared to her owl form. In truth she was rather small, for a human, nearly a foot shorter than him. On her knees she was eye-level with his crouched from, and a softer pair of dark eyes found his pale ones. "My name is Sadhbh." She murmured, her voice so soft it barely made it past her lips. She glanced down at her hands, pale against the red silks that she was clothed in. Her fingers curled and uncurled. She smiled, and reached up and ran them through her fiery hair. The locks were somewhat knotted, and her arms and legs had small streaks of dirt, but she noticed none of these things.

"Hello." She whispered, to no one in particular, to everyone, to everything. Her voice was what she wanted to hear, to contrast against his, against his musical lilt that fell sweet and clear. It was not so lyrical, but more gauzy, soft. Where his was a singing brook, hers was a light breeze through the leaves.

She laughed, and her smile widened. How much she had missed this body.

tag Aeshma
love, libby



you can dance on the grave and the bones of the children, if you know what to say / and you know it's begun from the beat of the drums, and the screams from the mouths of the babes / and we pray, as we're watching the charade / welcome to your wedding day



felix
Apr 4 2018, 01:26 PM / Post #: 37857 Quote

you've got an awful long way to go
He had retreated from her mind, as she contemplated transforming--and thus the transformation itself did catch the fae by some..surprise. He was close to her--too close, considering she'd gone from a creature well under two feet tall--to a woman, nearly his size (relatively speaking). Those eyes were wide, as he fell back--sitting on the ground, hand previously on her wing having been jerked away.

She was clothed; a blessing, because he had nothing to give her. She was dirty and wild--but her voice was soft and airy, and his gaze was intense, taking in every feature, every quirk and movement--but it wasn't until she broke into a smile, and her laughter spilled forth--that his own lips broke into a grin, silent laughter visible in his face as he shifted, pushing onto his knees--and holding out a hand. "And what a pleasure to meet you, Sadhbh." He stood, slowly--hand outstretched to help. He could see--just what it meant, that she was able to speak, transform--and the fae felt strange; to him this was simply out of the blue, but to her--he knew she had been searching for a time, now, at least. "Is there--anything I can..do for you?"

[outfit] || tag: Sadhbh

BY MITZI



you know if you keep this up // you'll be more scars than skin // even when you're wide awake // you're drowning in your dreams



Xy
Apr 4 2018, 09:03 PM / Post #: 37868 Quote

She grasped his offered hand -- maybe a bit too tightly, her fingers still stiff with disuse -- and slowly got to her feet, swaying a bit. She smiled at herself, amused by her own unsteadiness in this body. Her fingers did not leave his immediately as she took a step closer, her steps unbalanced but sure. And then she looked at him. Really looked at him.

His eyes were smudged with khol, his fingers thick with rings, his ears pierced like her own, but with darker ornament. He was as pale as she, but where the rest of her tended red and striking, he wrapped himself in dark, thick colors, with dark, thick jewels accompanying the elaborate fabrics. His appearance confused her slightly, but only because it had been hard to pinpoint before she had bonded with him. She delicately felt the edges of his mind as she watched him, only feeling for emotions, for the hazy images that sometimes accompanied them. But the gentleness was still about him -- tinged with a... nervousness, almost, which she could not understand from the likes of him. But then, she was only beginning to meet him.

He was so... accommodating. Kind, even. She could not recall any of those things associated with her former master, unless they were pretenses for something else... usually at her expense. She smiled softly at him and looked down at herself, noticing now the streaks of dirt across her elbows. She ran a hand through the back of her hair and smiled ruefully as it got stuck halfway down on a massive knot hidden in the thick strands. Her gaze danced back up to him. "A bath perhaps?" Her voice was playful, silently laughing at the state of her own appearance. She looked him up and down again. Perhaps he might also help her in finding less fiery dress. Besides, these were the remnants of her past master, and she wanted to send them up into the very flames from which their reds had been modeled.

tag Aeshma
love, libby



you can dance on the grave and the bones of the children, if you know what to say / and you know it's begun from the beat of the drums, and the screams from the mouths of the babes / and we pray, as we're watching the charade / welcome to your wedding day



felix
Apr 4 2018, 09:54 PM / Post #: 37869 Quote

you've got an awful long way to go
Aeshma was stronger than he perhaps appeared; helping the woman to her feet with an unwavering grip. His eyes did not leave her--he knew she was taking in just as much about him as he was of her, and he knew that would not cease any time soon. He was not someone to enjoy forming any sort of bond; not of the emotional kind, anyway--and the fact that he had chosen to open up to this...possibility, was both suspicious and intimidating to the fae.

But it didn't change the fact that she was so...interesting. So captivating; though perhaps some of that was her nature as a faemiliar, a creature he had little experience with by choice. But he knew that it wasn't solely that she could transform, or peek into his mind--but the way she'd done so. The way she'd sought him out--though he reminded himself it could have been any fae--the way she spoke to him. The way she looked--breathless, ecstatic, full of...joy.

Perhaps it was the joy. Something one didn't see too often in the blighted lands of Ga'leah, and never in the false Eden of Allutheria. Something he didn't often see--when he was too busy causing the opposite. The thought hit him with enough force he felt certain she must have seen it, and--though he had no regrets. No remorse, not for the filth he was subject to--he did find himself shrinking from the reaches of her magic.

At her request, he gave a nod, glancing up and down her frame, one hand pawing at the pouch where coin would clink and exhaling through his nose with a bit of a smirk. A more confident one. "Yes. I don't have a...permanent residence, at the moment, though. A tavern will have to do, unless you'd prefer to bathe in a lake." He hesitated. "We can go to the market, as well, if there's..anything you need." He wasn't wealthy, exactly--at least not in human coin--but that wasn't truly an obstacle.

[outfit] || tag: Sadhbh

BY MITZI



you know if you keep this up // you'll be more scars than skin // even when you're wide awake // you're drowning in your dreams



Xy
Apr 4 2018, 10:56 PM / Post #: 37872 Quote

The way he looked at her was... curious. As if he had stumbled across something wholly unknown to him. She knew that he had had no faemiliar before, nor had ever seen him keep close company with another -- though she had not been tailing him for that long -- but it was something else, she was certain. But she could not lay her finger on it. She danced in a little closer to his mind, but encountered instead a blaring thought that made her retreat a bit. Causing the opposite. She felt his mind withdraw a bit and did not give chase. She was a gentle soul, herself, but that had not stopped her from following orders that had caused death and distraught and worse things. Perhaps it was the magic that shaped her, that sustained her, which always came from her masters, and that was why she only cared for them, in the end. Or perhaps not. It didn't really matter, though, did it?

She laughed. "A tavern will do fine." Her voice was light, but where the matter brought confidence to his lips, it brought a bit of nervousness to hers. A tavern. Sadhbh had not been among humans in her human form -- ever. Her former master had never had a need to send her beyond Allutheria. The mention of a market made her bite her lip. She met his gaze almost... shyly then. "I would not mind something else to wear... " She paused, a slight hint of pink coloring her cheeks. "But I know very little of the humans." She said it with embarrassment. She had trailed close to human establishments only in the year past, and then it was Fae she followed, not humans. And she had avoided the busiest parts altogether. But her old training made her feel guilty for not knowing more, being more aware.

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felix
Apr 4 2018, 11:11 PM / Post #: 37873 Quote

you've got an awful long way to go
Just like his own emotions had wavered, the fae could see Sadhbh's shift in tone and nervousness. He didn't know just what she had done prior to becoming a stray--or, indeed, prior to meeting him. But he knew she had been likely stuck as an owl for quite some time, and--he couldn't blame her for being nervous around the humans, whether she had experience with them in the past, or not. Thankfully, though, she elaborated, and his smile grew again--less of a smirk and more of an understanding nod. He glanced back towards town--it was growing towards dusk, late afternoon and the place would be bustling. It would also be getting colder.

"You'll be all right. If you like, you could shift back. An owl on my shoulder--or keep to the trees, in the market anyway. But..you'll need to be around humans at some point. Frankly, you don't have to worry about exposure. So long as you don't shift right in front of them.." He clicked his tongue. "They're oblivious to most things. And I'll keep you safe from...any of their vices." Vices he was guilty of, he knew, but--he still enjoyed blaming the species. "Market, first, or the bath? It's up to you; but if we spend some time getting you clothing, we can rest in the tavern for the night. I have nothing pressing to take care of." Except you. Of course--that wall was still in place; Aeshma realizing just how many of his thoughts were--well. Private. It took strength, though, to keep her out; and he knew he'd let down that barrier sooner rather than later.

With a bit of a pause, the fae continued, glancing aside for a moment. "And...I would like a chance to...know you."

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