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Posted on: Jan 5 2018, 09:48 AM
I am Mad
......or else this is a dream.
31st of January, 2017
Begins in the home of the FBI Director Johansson
And so tonight, it was to be a precarious night. Just how problematic, Freya would never have expected. Her superior had invited Freya and a few other detectives to a New Year’s Eve dinner and view of the city fireworks. It was expected to be a relaxed evening. Lately, there had been too much on the special investigator’s mind to loosen up.
Arriving early, Freya slid out of her Jeep and made her way to the grand doors of the small mansion. Wearing a white silk dressy shirt and slacks, the Nimir Ra walked with a feline grace. The graceful shift of muscles beneath her outfit making it seem as if she were gliding up to front steps. Calculating and cautious blue eyes swept beyond the front lawn. Their might be security lights and sensors, but Freya didn’t trust them as much as she did her own preternatural senses. Besides, there was still someone out there hunting those of her kind. Which, was why Freya had arrived early.
Pressing the front door bell, the heavy wood of one door was pulled back by a maid dressed smartly in a white and black pant suit, “Please, come in and make yourself comfortable. I will let Mr. Bernard know you are here.”
“Thank you,” Freya replied with a soft smile. Stepping through the threshold, the Special Agent took in the familiar decor. Always like walking into an IKEA display room. Everything was clean lines and absolutely no clutter. It showed her superior’s scandinavian upbringing. A background, perhaps, that might explain how comfortable she was around Director Johansson. Only his parents had been the ones to move to the States, where it had been Freya’s grandparents who had passed through Ellis Island. It was a bit of trouble in translation at Ellis that changed their last name from Straume to Storm. But, Freya was still very proud of her Norwegian roots.
Not needing to rush, Freya took a long languid walk through the hallway. Glancing at photos of Johansson’s family, his children. They were in college now, Freya remembered. She wondered if they had come home for the holidays. If they would be here. When a chill raced up from the base of her spine. An icy curl that wrapped about her shoulders and caused her to shudder.
She stilled. Sensing that the odd chill had been triggered by her preternatural senses. Wide blue eyes took in the wide hallway, as she turned to look behind her. The air seemed to...change. Like a north wind had crept into the home without a sound or sudden caress.
Dark blonde eyebrows knitted together, as Freya looked back forward down the hallway to the dining room. A strange crackle sound came from the room. A sound like broken glass hitting the floor.
Her long stride quickly took Freya down the hall towards the room. The heat of her breath pushing past her lips to manifest into faint billowy clouds, as the temperature began to drop swiftly the moment she stepped into the room.
There she would walk into an astonishing site. The entire dining room was frozen. Covered in ice like something out of an enchanted film. There were two figures totally frozen. People made of ice looking out towards the tall windows. Freya walked up to one of them. Her fingers stretching out to touch the slick surface for a second. Quickly pulling them back, as she noticed the lace and jeweled white long sleeve upon her arm.
With a quick suckle of surprised breath, Freya looked down the length of her form to see that she was wearing an elegant white gown. Her mind spinning with wonder of how she suddenly came to be wearing it. A subconscious lift of her fingers to her hair, and she could feel the flaxen length of her hair pulled up in a braided bun.
“This isn’t real. This isn’t….,” She took a step back. The tug of the long trailing hem of the gown pulling at her hips. Freya turned to look at the windows that the frozen statues gazed. Outside she could see snow. Snow falling down on the southern city of Savannah.
“No..no…,” Freya shook her head, then called out. Looking for a moment of sanity in a voice or a face, “Johansson?! Hello! Anyone here?!”
Posted on: Feb 18 2018, 08:51 PM
People usually talk about surprises as if they were nice things. A sudden turn in life, that takes you on an adventurous journey to new places. Seth, on the other hand, figured out that surprises very rarely turned out to be balloons, rainbows, and free drinks, and more often dangerous, stressful and confusing situations one had to try to claw his way out, hoping he will make it out in one piece. He tried his best to avoid them as much as he could. So when he was offered to take a seemingly simple job of delivering a message to some federal agent during a New Year's Eve party, he thought about it for a long time. It had its pros and cons, but in the end, it seemed to be really doable. You go in as additional footman, under the name of some unfortunate college kid, slid in a note while serving champagne into someone's coat, sneak out before anyone notices. Simple. Maybe not the easiest to execute, but certainly simple. He pondered about taking the risk of getting anywhere near the feds while being an ex-con, and even worse - ex-cop, but on the other hand..... it seems that people of that rank don't really bother with such small fishies as himself. It was just a tiny part of a bigger game between local law enforcement and the crime scene in Savannah. He wasn't even rooted in it too deeply to really make big enough ripples for them to waste their precious time. Especially while sipping expensive champagne and talking about some posh and obscure things Seth imagined feds do on occasions such as this one.
So he took the job.
And he cursed the day he did, even years after.
But this is how it goes with surprises - you never expect them to happen, otherwise, it wouldn't be a surprise at all. But this particular one burst straight into his face, without any warning. Quite literally.
It was all going well - using the rule number one of getting unnoticed into any given place - acting confident and wearing some kind of uniform - in this case, a butler's smoking got him into the house without any trouble. Then he followed the rule number two, which is - when in doubt - bustle. He got into the house through the back door, got busy in the kitchen moving bottles and different plates filled with food - that could really be some kind of work of minimalistic art - to rooms in the house, and generally blended in with the surroundings. It was one of the gifts that came with being infected - were-coyotes had a special talent to fit in everywhere easily. It was part of his personality even before the first change, so he always felt as if the beast within just brought it to some higher level. Keeping the small envelope with a message in the breast pocket of his suit, he bustled through the rooms and corridors of the mansion, carrying out the many different tasks that had to be done. Put the appetizers on the table in the dining room. Lit the candles. Change the tablecloth, cause some young lass wasn't careful enough. Go and grab the champagne bottles and put them into ice buckets, cause the guests already started arriving.
There was a sudden change of air, as some chilling breeze moved through the building. He was in the room next to the dining hall, putting the champagne bottles into the buckets when he suddenly noticed the flask froze over. It was like in some kind of weird science movie, where the glass surface just got covered in sparkling patterns of frost in a matter of seconds.
And then it burst.
The foam gushed out of the bottle with a loud pop of the cork, sprinkling the expensive liquor right into his blue eyes. Cursing under his breath, the man quickly brushed the sleeve against his face to regain his vision. And the first thing he noticed was the color. He came here wearing the classic black suit, and now his clothing was a crimson red shade. With a gold lacing, making you think about a costume from a Nutcracker ballet. Blinking rapidly, Seth took a quick look at himself and his surroundings. There were a few things at once that tried to get his attention. First and the most bizarre one was that his clothes were different. He had a crimson red tailcoat with golden lacing on, together with white trousers and riding style high leather boots, just like a character taken out from a fairytale-style costume event. And the room looked a bit different. Mostly...frozen. There was a serving girl, that seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice as well. She wasn't moving, she looked like some kind of weird ice-statue. And then there was a distressed shout from the dining room.
A string of curses sprang from his lips as he desperately tried to comprehend what on earth had just happened. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as the fear kicked in, gushing adrenaline through his veins.
"Oh this is not good, this is not good at all.." He murmured to himself, taking a few steps back. Every step he took was followed by a silent 'cling!' of the golden spurs attached to his boots. Fighting the urge to blindly run away, he scanned the room again in search of the possible source of the strange occurrence. When he found none, he took a deep breath and decided to see who was shouting. "Ok, one thing at a time.." Moving slowly towards the door to dining room, his police training kicked in - grabbing a fire poker that was in the room next to now frozen fireplace, he moved swiftly and pushed the door open, standing as any trained cop would do - behind the safety of a wall in case of any danger that might be lurking on the other side.
Normally, he would probably panic and shout or run, faced with such strange situation, but past few years of his life taught him that giving in to stress is one of the worst things that can happen to him and the others around. It might lead to losing control, and that meant the beast within would take over. Even now, he felt it stirring deep inside, but it only motivated him to stay focused and turn to what he learned in years of training. Taking a quick peek inside, he noticed that whatever happened, affected dining hall as well. Everything sparkled as it was covered with a layer of ice.
"Anyone there?" He asked cautiously, but didn't dare to enter the room just yet, keeping the improvised weapon out of sight as he peeped into the hall.
Posted on: Feb 23 2018, 09:05 AM
I am Mad
or else this is a dream.
Quiet. Nothing but the soft sound of snow falling outside against frosted windows. Was she alone? None of this made any sense. Freya would have pinched herself to make sure she was awake, and this was not a dream. But, this was definitely real. The frozen table, the chairs, the two people who were now frozen in the room. Somehow, Freya had been the lucky one. Her body still warm, her breath hot as soft clouds of mist pass her lips.
Another long breath was pulled into her lungs, only to shudder as it was released from her chest. This was magic. But, who would do this? And how far beyond this room and mansion did it spread?
Freya began to turn about to head out of the room, when she heard the sound of steps nearing the banquet room. Taking another step towards the entry, she caught the faint scent of dry grass and musk. Coyote. It was soon followed by a face that was very unfamiliar. A man with large blue eyes, and masculine very animated features. He was dress oddly as well. Like some kind of toy soldier from a ballet or opera.
“Well, yes. Hello,” She answered, as he further came into view. She felt a little wash of relief that there was someone else left untouched by the ice. Well, as much as one could say, since he, too, was dressed like someone from a fairy tale book. “Is there anyone with you?”
Freya looked over his shoulder, disappointed to see that there was no one else with him. A glance over her shoulder toward the two frozen figures would tell him that she was alone herself. Frustrated, as this was not the way this evening was supposed to go. Now, it seemed she had an odd ‘case’ on her hand.
Her mouth pursed slightly, as Freya walked slowly towards him. A small smile slowly slipping upon her lips, as she waved a hand to motion towards his bright gilded clothing, “I see you were dressed for this strange occasion as well.” As serious as the situation was, it was hard to not smirk about how the two of them were dressed. While Freya was no stranger to an elegant dress every now and then, this was way beyond anything she had in her closet. It was heavy. Covered in crystals and lace, she wore the train was at least ten extra pounds dragging behind her.
“I take it you haven’t seen anyone else?” Bright blue eyes shot towards the hallway. First thing she needed to do, was see if there were others. And, there was surveying the situation. Without another word, Freya began to head through the chilly hallway. Forgetting to even ask him his name, or give out her own. She moved quickly, despite the weight of the dress. Looking into various room for anyone. When she found several people in the kitchen. Director Johansson included. All….frozen solid.
Posted on: Mar 1 2018, 02:04 PM
Hearing a voice, he decided to step a bit out of the shelter the wall was giving him, minding to keep his hand wielding the fire poker still out of sight. Thankfully, his odd clothing and the obvious surrealism of the whole situation was probably enough to hide that little detail from anyone's attention.
There was a woman, dressed in the fanciest gown he ever saw in his life, all covered with crystal ornaments, suited more for the fairytale than real life. Although, Seth mused to himself, it certainly fitted her more than he did into his new clothes. Lady had a certain air of confidence and regal stance about her, that almost made him think that this might actually be her outfit of choice for a fancy occasion as New Year's Eve party. Her blond hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, showing off the softly chiseled frame of her jaw. She was a matured woman, and whatever her age was, it was hard not to notice the years were kind to her. Seth didn't have to use his senses to tell she was certainly a were-cat of sorts, as they are the only ones that have this gracious confidence in their movements, that makes them appear as if they were at home with any situation and place. And probably an alpha, cause they usually had the sort of gaze that made everyone else know that since they are exactly where they should be, all the others are not, probably just standing in their way.
It took him just a few seconds to process all of this, as his brain was already pumped with adrenaline. He didn't answer any of her questions at first, just taking in the view of her, and the room behind her, deciding his strategy.
"No, sadly no. There are some people that appear to be frozen solid, though." He said, not even having to fake the uneasy shiver in his voice, as he was genuinely stressed by the whole thing. Watching her turn around made his inner criminal smile slyly, as he realized that even though she didn't seem so, she must've been scared herself. Being scared make people - and were-leopards too, apparently - make mistakes. If he was responsible for the whole weird Frozen Fable thing going on, she just showed him her back. Not very wise.
But luckily for everyone, Seth wasn't that type of a criminal. Watching her go, he put down the fire poker next to a wall and followed. He had to run a little to catch up with the blonde, his new golden spurs clinging loudly. There was another loud 'clang!' as the steel fire poker he left behind slid and hit the floor.
Aware that this sound might raise some uncomfortable questions that Seth would rather avoid at this point, especially knowing that the envelope he brought was still softly rustling in his breast pocket, he knew he'd better come up with a distraction, pretty fast. It sometimes happens, that when one acts quickly and with a lot of energy to it, all the indecisiveness and doubt comes afterwards, when it is too late. So he resorted to what he did best. Talking.
"So...excuse me, but what exactly is going on? Is this some kind of emergency training...thing in case of magical ..cataclysm of sorts? It would be nice if someone warned the civilians that you have a plan of doing this in the middle of a party.. I mean, I get it that FBI doesn't have the habit of sharing things with the public, but I'm pretty sure that participation in such thing was not on my contract."
It was a good way to vent a bit of his nervousness, as well as convincing the fed that he was just a harmless bystander. That, with a bit of luck, could win him a few things - stating clearly he is but a civilian might get her to protect him in case things would get ugly. Secondly, she should forget about the loud thud of a fire poker, and hopefully discourage any further interest, as he could pass for just a slight annoyance. In his experience, it usually worked with alphas, since their pride blinded their better judgment so often, he almost felt guilty for doing it.
He kept following her at two steps distance, minding not to step on the tren of her gown. His brows were slightly furrowed as his face was a mix of uneasiness and the sort of anger people sometimes turn to when scared and suspecting someone used them. The more frozen figures they discovered, the more his fear grew, as it seemed that he stepped into something way bigger than he ever bargained for.
Posted on: Mar 12 2018, 05:15 PM
I am Mad
or else this is a dream.
One brow flickered. By what the stranger said, there were more within the mansion who were frozen. Perhaps, it was the strange situation they now found themselves in, that had thrown Freya off her game. She might be preternatural, but this was a magic that she wasn’t used to.
Running her fingers along the wall, Freya found a frozen slick surface. Paintings inside the large corridor had become one with the wallpaper. Plants hadn’t had a chance to react to the sudden dip in temperatures. Now still like ice carvings on display. It was really strange, she thought. That so far she had only been able to find one other person. At least he was sticking close to her, because Freya didn’t know what kind of trouble they might run in.
The chaotic bang of the poker stick, caused Freya to turn swifty about on her heels. Her head tilted, as wide blue eyes looked to the stick and then up to the other Were. She thought for a moment, before speaking. Why HAD he been carrying around the metal tool? Had he been making a fire, and then carried it in fear that he might need to protect himself. It was magic, she thought. The poker probably wasn’t going to be the best for self defense. That only reminding Freya, that whatever happened had taken her firearm. “Might want to leave that there. You don’t need to hurt yourself,” Freya responded, although the whole dropping of the stick weighed a bit on her head, as she headed on. After all, she didn’t know who even was. She was standing in front of the FBI director, when she heard the were canine chatting away behind her. Taking no thought to being silent. If there was anyone at all around, his rambling would let them know where they were. Still, no one came. And no one called back.
Glancing at him, she looked down to reach for her phone. Not, that she seemed to have a pocket now. But, Freya couldn’t find it. It seemed to have disappeared along with the clothes she had been wearing earlier. Taking in a deep breath that tugged at her shoulders, Freya lifted her hands slightly away from her sides. Then let them fall, her palms showing her exasperation.
“I don’t know what is going on, actually,” The agent said, giving him a side glance, before turning back and weaving through more of the rooms. Everywhere they went, the only people left around where solid statues of ice. She would stop every now and then. Again, running her hands along the wall. Looking for something that might seem magic, “Whoever did this, they know how to use strong magic.”
Stepping away from the wall, Freya glanced towards her new companion, “You are were...but what kind?”
It might have seemed sudden, but finally her wits were coming back. It was time for questions, where the visual survey wasn’t getting her anywhere. When they came to the front door, Freya opened it up to see that outside was just the same. Only here, there was snow on the ground. Snow in Savannah. The air outside cold against her lips. Taking a deep breath, Freya tried to catch any strange scents that might be in the air. It’s frosty touch tickling her nose.
“Do you smell anything? Anyone?” She looked over her shoulder, than turned about to face him on the large front landing of the steps, “Listen, yes, I am Agent Storm. FBI Special Research Unit. I am Were like you. And I’m going to need your help to figure this out...since, it seems it’s just you and me right now.”
Posted on: Mar 29 2018, 12:12 PM
Trailing behind the agent, Seth was trying to make sense out of what the world suddenly turned into. It was surely magic of sorts - the problem was, Seth knew about all sorts of things, but the magic wasn't really one of them. Guns, drugs, gangs, intrigues, international schemes - all of that was a familiar ground to him. But on the brink of a new year, he happened to find himself trapped in some magic-tainted universe, together with a federal agent. Moreover, an agent that seemed to be as perplexed by the whole thing as he was.
Coyote let out a puff of air through his nose, as she admitted to having no idea what was going on. The fact that it turned into a bit of mist in the cold air, made him irrationally annoyed. Even though he felt an inclination to sarcastically comment on her observation, he knew that it was just fear trying to take over him. So instead of snapping, he silently followed her lead through the maze of corridors and rooms, grinding his teeth a bit. Just when he started to think it might just actually be a very realistic nightmare, Freya seemed to come back to her wits. With a sudden movement, she turned away from the wall and focused on him.
"What kind? The I-don't-want-to-die kind? "
He glanced around the room before turning his face back to the woman. Somehow the terror he felt building up inside him reached the tipping point, and he laughed at the stupidity of his own remark. It was a nervous laughter, loud and sharp - almost yipping like coyotes do.Still, Seth felt as every sound eases a bit of tension that built up in him. Shaking himself a little to relax his muscles - in a gesture resembling somewhat that of a dog coming out of a cold shower, he looked back at her, one of his brows rised, the other furrowed.
"I'd probably be offended by such brazen insult to the etiquette, but I guess it is a part of the ongoing investigation.. so yeah, I am the coyote, pleased to meet you, M'lady. Even given the rather chilling circumstances."
And he courted in a bit theatrical fashion. Absurd as it might seem, it was in his nature to blend in any situation he found himself in. The clothes and the frozen residence made Seth think about the fairytales, so it came naturally for him to act in a way that would be fitting, once he had managed to temporarily push the fear away. So when Freya opened the front door, and they saw the fresh blanket of snow, covering normally hot, Southern land, he nodded his head slightly. In its strange way, it made sense. He would be more surprised if he saw familiar surroundings behind the door. Still, he did what she asked - tilting his head back, Seth inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with crisp winter air. He only half-listened when she turned around to him and made some kind of introduction. Coyote's attention was turned to what his nose was telling him. He felt the beast within steer back to attention, and Seth closed his eyes concentrating on using it's power.
There was the overwhelming scent of snow, so if it was just an illusion, it must've been a complex one. Not that Seth really knew how magic worked, but he'd bet it is easier to fool one sense than all of them at once. As an expert liar, he knew a bit about the principles of such art.
There was a faint scent of perfume, mixing with the musky smell of a feline, that must've been coming from the Ice Queen, as Coyote called the agent in the back of his mind. It was quite pleasant, but Seth discarded it, trying to find more.
And there was something - lingering just on the edge of his grasp. His senses in human form were not as acute as when he was a beast, but knowing his shift is painful, Seth wouldn't risk it. Inhaling through both his mouth and nose, he tried to "taste" the air more, instinctively mimicking what a canine would do in such circumstance. There was something, he just wasn't sure what that something was.
"There is.. something in the air. Can you smell it? " He searched her face to see any indication that she sensed the same thing. "It's like... I don't know. Never encountered it before. It is like.. bells on the wind. Little, chiming bells. "
Knowing how weird this description sounded, and being aware how inadequate it was to what his inner beast was trying to communicate to him, Seth shook his head slightly and moved a few steps back as if he wanted to get back to the house, exhaling abruptly with a hint of annoyance.
"So what do we do? I mean, I'm not a cop, but my guess would be - try to find the source of it? Do you remember where it came from? Maybe we can figure out why us? But that would be less important than how to get back to normal before we will encounter yeti or the hell know what lives in frozen lands. Bears? Bloodthirsty seals? Probably walruses of some sort, wearing smart suits."
He smiled with a bit of nervousness still getting through the humorous speech. There was something unknown in the air and he has to figure it out together with not only a fed but an SRU fed, while still having the letter of threat addressed to one of her fellow agents. What could possibly go wrong?
Posted on: Apr 9 2018, 02:17 PM
I am Mad
or else this is a dream.
Her mouth slid into a crooked smile. His answer had been comical. A remark that took some of the edge off the moment. It was nice. Freya bobbed her head. Nodding slightly, as she glanced back outside, before returning her attention to the canine Were. Blue eyes watched him. Regarding the slight nuances, that had begun to give away tell tale information about what he indeed was. Freya had been about other coyotes. But, there was something in this man’s scent that was different. He smelled of coffee, rich and dark chocolate. It clung to him, giving off an inviting and comforting aroma. Perhaps, that's why in such a strange situation, Freya had instantly felt comfortable about him. Not always good, when one needed to remain an alert FBI officer.
Again, he finished his answer with another comical jest. His mouth twisted sly, as Freya watched his brows quirk like a puppy confused and betwixt thoughts. Throwing off any thought to Freya considering that she had been too abrupt. It was, after all, in her FBI training. Get the answers now, quick, before you lost them.
“It is nice to meet you. Even better if I had a name…,” One slender brow lifted. Her chin dipping down, as her mouth spread into a wider thin smile. Checking to see if he had just dodged the thought of giving his name or forgotten. Not to mention, Freya was a bit intrigued by the other Were. The way he had changed a serious situation into something lighter.
She watched him for a second, then turned to step off the front stoop of the mansion. The air hung in ice crystals and snow. Freya hadn’t expected to see such winter conditions so far here in the South. Had the weatherman given the city a heads up, Freya might have enjoyed it. The crisp air called to the daemon that paced just beneath her skin. Wanting to roll in the snow. It’s soft crunch giving away with the press of her thick furry hide. To pounce through the white drifts. This was the weather of her beast. If only…
Stepping into the long circle drive, Freya could see that beyond the gates was the same wintery view. It wasn’t just the mansion. It seemed it could very well be Savannah.
When he spoke up, Freya turned her head to listen. Her nostrils flaring wide, as she took a deep pull of breath. There was something there. Something that didn’t carry the same scent as a frozen winter’s morning. Slowly, Freay turned her head about to look out into the grounds. Adding something to his mix of scents, “.....sunflowers and honeysuckle.”
“I don’t know where it came from,” Freya began. Taking off towards her waiting Jeep that now blended with its surroundings, obviously expecting the Coyote to follow. “I don’t believe this has anything to do with Yetis or any animals from our world…”
“But, I think I know just who should go talk to first,” The tall blonde stopped, glancing back at him at she made it to her Jeep. “Are you up for some coffee?”
Sliding into the Jeep was not as easy as it should have been. Freya had to scoop up the ridiculous train, then spill it over her lap. The stilettos, well she know how to deal with those. Sliding them right off, her right barefoot rested on the gas. Turning the engine over, her eyes danced over to glance at Seth, “And JUST coffee. No teas, no cakes, and no chocolates. Or you might could join the rest of the frozen masses.”
The Jeep pulled out of the drive. Once past the tall walls that surrounded the Director’s home, Freya could see more of what she expected. Road after road, trees and homes, everything looked like a winter scene from a movie. And she, was beginning to feel like Elsa.
Posted on: Apr 16 2018, 08:42 PM
Posted on: Apr 20 2018, 09:09 AM
Am I mad, or is this
As they drove through the antiquated streets of Savannah, Freya thought of what Seth had said about being an Anderson’s Snow Queen. All around them, the homes were covered in snow. Trees had become crystallized. And as she shifted the Jeep into four wheel drive, the streets had become small snow drifts. It was beautiful. What made it even more picture perfect, was that as they drove, they could see others had moved outside to look at the wonderment. Children were playing. Building snowmen. Throwing snowballs. It was an enchanting event that one could fall right into and forget.
Yet, Freya couldn’t forget. The weather had been nice southern winter day. The temperature had been around 40 degrees, sure. But, the sun was shining. She would know that, after her usual run had been spent enjoying it.
Freya could have mentioned to Seth, that he was nearly spot on to who she was. She had been born a child of the Norwegian winters. And if her father hadn’t decided to move them to the new world, the Nimir Ra would be exactly that. A Queen in the Snow. Yet, she wasn’t always quick to share much about herself, when she was working. It was as if she turned the Nimir Ra she was off, and put on the mask of being FBI. And despite the dress she was wearing at the moment, in her mind she was wearing an invisible field jacket.
Her mouth would pinch again in a slight smile, as the white Jeep turned onto Highway 80 and turned east,”Because the coffee house we are going to is owned by the Unseelie Queen.”
“As beautiful as she appears, I can’t help but picture her as the witch from Hansel and Gretel,” an eyebrow arched. Her mouth spreading into a wider smile, as she attempted a joke, “So not Anderson, but Grimm I think is what you are looking for.” Her blue eyes fracturing a glance towards Seth, before turning back to watch the land around them change swiftly to wetlands on either side of the highway. Here the snow barely dusted the the swamp. The trees looked their usual. Spanish moss hanging from the limbs. And the sky was partly cloudy.
“And so, I don’t trust her cakes and chocolates. Barely able to put down a coffee, without thinking it might be laced,” Freya leaned towards the windshield, looking up at the sky. The clouds were beginning to disappear. ”But, I’ve met her a few times. And, I’m still alive.”
“Despite how the fey can twist their words a bit, they still aren’t able to lie,” The FBI agent continued. The highway becoming a bridge now, that would take them to the island. “So, again. No food. You don’t know when she might slip something fairy in them, and make you her minion forever.”
Her smile had swiftly disappeared. The thought of ever becoming someone’s slave didn’t registered well with the agent. The fey could be dangerous. And Etain Devlin, was surely the wicked witch of them all.
Across the bridge, Freya turned onto the main street that was Tybee Island’s business. Here, one wouldn’t think anything different had been in the air. Whatever happened in Savannah, had not happened here on the island.
Freya’s brow furrowed a bit. The Jeep slowing down, she looked over the shops and streets. Her mouth becoming a thin stoic line. Her blue eyes hinting of light green flecks, as her thoughts seemed to penetrate through, “That floral scent can often give away that a fairy has been around. It’s strong, as if you have a flower against your nose.”
The Jeep turned, taking them onto a small side street. Not very far, until they turned into a parking space. There, before them was a theatre built sometime in the early 1900’s. Brick with stained glass, depicting magical scenes. On the side of the building, a small cafe sat. The Saffron Faun.
Freya inhaled a deep breath, and turned off the engine,”We are here.”
Posted on: Apr 22 2018, 08:36 AM
Posted on: Apr 25 2018, 12:58 PM
Am I mad, or is this
“Well, actually. I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t the inspiration,” Freya teased. Her head tilting, as she eyed Seth. If he was nervous, he wasn’t showing it. Which was good. She thought of his question. Her eyes becoming twin tight lines. Seeming to read something there before her, that gave away the answer.”
“But, please. If you have any good questions, go for it. Just…,” the agent gave him a wincing smile, “...careful not to piss her off. She can seem lovely as an angel, but bipolar as hell.”
Wrapping beneath the long train of her dress, Freya lifted it up to hold at her hip. Then reached for the Jeep door, and climbed out. Usually, she was graceful. But, the whole long step to the frozen gown, while wearing heels, and a ridiculous length of train, Freya was careful. For a moment, she had thought about just tearing the train off. But, she held off against it for now.
She walked up to the front door, and stepped passed Seth. A softer smile played on her mouth, as she spoke softly to the coyote, “Thank you.”
Whoever Seth was, he certainly had a charm about him. He was personable. He had a way of talking that made you feel comfortable. The little jokes that slid from his tongue, even caused the Nimir Ra to smile despite the strange situation they found themselves in. Looking into his eyes, she could see the quickness that moved within. If he was fooling the agent, Seth was doing a damn good job with it.
Above them, a soft chime danced above the door. The patrons gave them strange looks. Looking over the clothing that the two of them were wearing. Especially the antiquated uniform that Seth wore. There were whispers. A voice chuckled that ‘it’s a strange wedding wardrobe’.
Freya ignored them. After all, she was here to see someone particular.
“Hello,” she greeted the girl behind the register. An elf, or something else, stood ready to serve them. She had light blonde hair that seemed to float in a wave over her head. Her eyes were tear dropped shapes, where violet irises peared. Her ears, which had made Freya think she might be an elf, were long and slender. Following the playful wave of her hair to tips, where they extended for about seven inches in length.
“Hi! What can I get you?” the fairy..elf… girl asked. Her mouth a bow that spread in a wide smile, “We have some very strong coffee, if you are wanting to stay up for the changing of the new year.” “Well, actually. That sounds good,” Freya nodded her head, mirroring almost half the smile of the barista.
“And you, Sir?” The young fey looked to the man next to Freya. Not even blinking at the man’s wardrobe, “Perhaps, you better get the same. Keep up with your lady.”
Posted on: Apr 25 2018, 02:25 PM
1325 words Orzechov This isn't a visit over tea, now is it?
Come away, O human
To the Waters and the Wild, with a Faery hand in hand.
On the top floor of the theatre, there lay a condominium that glowed in deep neon colors. Muting away the dulls that were human colors. Blending in the dreams and punk beauty that was the 1980 human world. A time when humanity seemed on the verge to truly understanding the magic that was sound, pulse, and color. Of those who tasted the sweetest of faery delicacies. Who spread their fantastical visions through both sight and sound.
Etain enjoyed the new English Wave that had spread over the world back then. Of course, not everyone who had been on the radio was human. Anyone could look at David Bowie, Lene Lovich, Sting, or Annie Lennox and know that they were not part of THIS world.
Blanketed in a soft magenta glow, Etain leaned against the vanity glow. Slipping small golden earrings into the soft lobe of each ear. Her figure hugged by a golden sequined dress. The fabric beneath sheer, so that there was little left to the imagination once the sequins began to become sparse just beneath the line at the top of her thighs.
On the beach, several of the fey had planned a party. The humans had their fireworks. The fey had a section of the beach decorated with a lavish touch. It’s allure made just as much for those attending, as the humans some of them hoped to snare.
She took a backstep away from the counter, and began to turn. Taking one step into the bedroom, when it hit her.
A wave. An energy spike that nearly pierced the armor that was Etain’s heart and soul. Several pin prickles that scattered over her warm amber flesh. Etain gasped, then darted a glare towards the direction of the living room. Her body and stride, moving the Queen like a rushing river towards her front door.
Reaching for the door knob, her hand hovered. Fingertips stilled just above the circular frame. Etain turned her head. Listening. The stilled air of the room began to move. Pushing against the walls, the door. Finding cracks, where it would slither like a snake to the outside air. Scooping up the sound to which the Queen had been reaching.
...lovely as an angel, but bipolar as hell…
The thin golden line of her brow arched, as Etain recognized the voice as someone she knew. Someone, whom the Queen of the Unseelie had been doing her best to stay on their good side. With a last glance into the room, looking as if she had missed something, Etain twisted the handle and slipped out into the hallway. Taking the stairs with the ease of a falling willow leaf, Etain headed down into the back of the theatre.
Walking across the stage, she realized how quiet it was. Not even the sound of Dahlia wandering through her prop room, or sitting lone in a venue seat reading a book. The thought of Dahlia made the full mouth of the queen pinch in a gentle smile. Her lovely lovely Dahlia, whom Etain held only the purest of chaste love for. Softly dancing memories of the demi-fey, that were soon swept aside by another hot prickly wave of the Nimir Ra’s energy. And it wasn’t alone. Etain could feel another.
She made her way through another door, and into the back office of the bakery and cafe. Here, Etain did not need the darkness to siphon out the stray voices that she was looking for.
“Their drinks are on the house,” The queen spoke. Startling the baristas, who spun around swiftly to gaze at their queen. In one of them, the glint of fear registered. One, that Etain chose to ignore, as she moved to stand behind the nymph. A hand resting lightly on the slight frame of the girl’s shoulder. Tri-colored eyes of blue green and gold swirled, as Etain took a long gaze at how two where dressed. She had always imagined that the FBI agent had an elegant side. Etain had just never seen it.
“Is this….a special evening,?” Glancing from one to the other, Etain seemed to have a genuine smile. Her eyes even seemed to sparkle, as if there was actual glitter behind them, “Freya, you look so lovely in your gown.”
“And.. in white. I am happy to see you’ve set aside that old human notion of the purity of first weddings,” She watched her. Looking deep into the Mediterranean blue that was Freya’s own gaze clearly locked back into Etain’s. The comment, of course, had been a little jab. The Sidhe wanting to see if she could rip into the fabric of that steely armor that was wrapped about the Nimir Ra. Etain didn’t know Freya’s history, much how many times the Were might have hand-fasted. But, she had known about her mate that had been murdered around a year ago. “I am sure, Mik would be glad that you have carried on so well.”
She looked to Seth, and offered him a thespian's smile, "And you, the lucky man. I am Etain Devlin. What would your name be?"
Posted on: Apr 25 2018, 09:31 PM
Posted on: Apr 27 2018, 12:00 PM
Am I mad, or is this
“Sure!,” The fey barista answered Freya with a crooked grin, “Hey, and I like your dress! It’s pretty cool.” For all her ethereal looks, the barista was either a young fey or had absorbed modern human culture. There was a punk look in the way she moved. No graceful movement, but sharp and edgy like someone who had just left a mosh pit.
The barista turned her attention to Seth. And the look on her face of surprise, when told the truth by Seth, made Freya’s mouth tug into pursed smile. The agent fought the soft pink flush that came to her cheeks. Her chin dipping down. Her eyes glancing to the side towards Seth, then back to the fey. Although Seth was a good looking man, Freya was not looking. The sting that had come with the murder of her mate had not yet truly faded. And, there was another man. She was drawn to him. Yet, still attempted to keep him at a distance, too.
The fey grinned, and then gave Seth a sly wink, “Well, she is hot as hell. And you got her on New Years Eve. I’d give it a go if I were you.”
Freya released a soft chuckle, “We will just take those coffees...thank you.”
“The name is Gillie, if you decide you want anything …,” The barista had begun to ring their coffees, when the fey’s hand stilled at the register. Freya glanced down at the girl’s frozen hand, just as she felt it, too. That buzz that lit against her skin. A faint vibration that reached out, stroking the Nimir Ra’s own thrumming aura.
She was there, before Freya took another breath. Like a snake that had been hidden within a shadow. Suddenly there. Close enough to strike. She arched a brow, and nodded towards the Queen. Holding back the breath that wanted to leave her lips, in the moment that Etain had once again stood in her view. There was beauty. And then, there was something so striking that there weren’t really words for it. That was Etain Devlin’s imperious allure. Her slender frame something delicate, ethereal, and yet strikingly handsome. A look in her eyes, and the slight curl of her lips, that made you want to almost say ‘yes, Sir’.
“Hello, Etain,” Freya’s voice spilled with a velvet hum. The cool calm sound that hinted that her leopard had moved to press against her skin. Invisible muscles and fur stretching, scratching against the inside of the agent’s skin to be released. The daemon inside could taste the danger licking at Freya’s skin. Before Freya could say anything more, Etain spoke. Her words flowing from her lips quickly. The sweet syrup of honey, laced with poisonous subtly.
Freya hung there. Her mouth pensive, as she waited for a moment to answer the queen’s superficial niceties. Things tightening in the pit of her belly, while Freya’s face offered no emotion. She was the leopard gazing across the stony mountains. There was no tell in Freya’s features.
Until, Etain mentioned Mik. There it was. That sting of pain flashing hot inside her being. The twist of the needle, threading it's way back deeper inside from where it had almost loosened. It was enough, to shake the calm stillness from Freya's features for a split moment. There in her eyes. Giving hint of something crying out inside the agent, as blue oculars seemed to tremble. The quick flash of the movement of her lashes, where the clear crystals of wounded emotion threatened to escape. Finally, Seth weaseled his own answers and introduction right in Etain’s face. If he had had a flag, Freya would have sworn that Seth would wave it right in the Etain’s face. A red flash of fabric, challenging the dangerous bull in front of him for a dual. Lifting Freya quickly back up from the dark shadows of mourning, to where she needed to be. Here, now. An FBI agent solving a problem.
The FBI agent’s eyes widened, as she turned to look at Seth. Shaking her head softly back and forth with a no. They didn’t need the Queen of the Dark Fey to start snapping her fingers, and ordering for someone to chop off their heads.
“Um, yes. Etain. Is there somewhere we can talk?,” Freya began, as another barista offered them their coffees as discreetly as possible. Poor Gillie remained frozen. Her shoulder still under Etain’s grasping hand. Taking the coffee, she thanked the barista, and then continued. No one moment, admitting the bite of Etain's words earlier, “I believe you could might help us.. “ Freya glanced to Seth, then back to the queen,” ..yes. With a situation on the mainland.”
Somehow, despite the warm greeting on both sides, Etain seemed interested in helping. Freya walked about the counter to follow. She glanced back to behind her shoulder, and smirked. Despite the danger in how he phrased his comebacks at the queen, Freya had enjoyed them. He was clever, quick. Making her wish that he could have actually been her Special Research Division partner, and not just some guy off the street. So many agents were about as humorous as a stump. Always worried about that guy pride, and who had the most power in their division.
The entered a room behind Etain. Freya glanced about for only a second, before she sat down in a chair not far from the fairy queen. She took a deep breath, trying to decide how to explain the Winter Wonderland back in Savannah. But, she did. About the party that she had been invited to. The snow. The frozen people. What seemed the whole of Savannah cast under some spell made by the Disney Princess Elsa, that no weatherman with the Weather Channel had predicted.
"And...the air. It carries the scent of flowers. Like fresh blossoms on an early summer's day. Not snow," Freya shook her head, "And certainly.. not all of Savannah on any good day. No scent of the city, concrete, fumes... just floral."
Posted on: Apr 27 2018, 12:36 PM
1325 words Orzechov This isn't a visit over tea, now is it?
Come away, O human
To the Waters and the Wild, with a Faery hand in hand.
She could have tasted it. That moment when her words struck a cord inside the Nimir Ra. Freya had never been an easy one to crack. With carefully constructed words, the Unseelie Queen had attempted to find that one thing that could split open the protective shield around Freya Storm. Etain needed to find it. There was power in knowing. It was an intricatly crafted dance that Etain waltzed with the Nimir Ra. Freya held the power of both her pard, and even more importantly the FBI behind her.
And then, there was Freya’s friend. His aura carrying that same wildthing of the wood air that slid against Etain’s senses. Yet, his was not so subtle. It was there, darting in quick dark amber flashes. Just like his words that came with the quick wit of a puckish creature.
The queen tilted her head. The look on her face pretending to enjoy the jests of what he said. There was even a chuckle, followed by the light clicking of her tongue against the roof of her mouth. A sound that Etain often made, when she needed to pull herself back from punishing someone in haste. Like, when you just happened to be out in public, surrounded by humans and what not.
“What a clever little man. Your friend, Freya,” Etain returned her attention back to Freya, ignoring Seth at least for the moment, “Perhaps tho, you should keep a tight leash on him. Those yipping sounds of his could very well get him in trouble, on a night like this.” “And yes, Detective Storm,” Finally releasing her grip on Gillie’s shoulder, when she motioned for them to follow her through the same door which she had came. “I will most certainly try to help you…”
“Just as in the past, I do enjoy my conversations with one so enchantingly beautiful as you, Freya. I wish that we had only met each other all those years ago. I would have liked to seen you in your Nordic home,” The Sidhe continued. Leading them through the corridor that led into the back of the theatre. Entering a room, where she flicked on the lights. A soft warm glow wrapping around the room, as small lamps framing large mirrors became alive.
“I am sure we would have enjoyed each other’s company in our youth,” Etain drifted over to a chair in front of one of the mirrors, and sat down. Her back reclining slightly, as one slender thigh was brought over the other. Etain’s forearms resting on the arm of the chair. Her hands and long fingers hanging off the end, making her seem relaxed. And yet, noble, making the simple makeup chair seem a throne. “So, tell me. What is the situation you would like answers to?”
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