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 Seven Nation Army [Andras / Odi], Attack on Rogue Vampires
Posted on: Oct 27 2017, 11:16 AM

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because I can’t forget.
The room was quiet, save for the sounds of construction down below.. Dahlia was putting the last pieces together for a new play that would debut tonight. Even up here on the top floor of the building, Etain could feel it. That nervous energy of excitement that sped through the air. Flutters of fey energy that dove within the wood and brick. Slid along the cylinders of pipe and veins of electric wires that networked through the whole of the structure. There was magic here. Here were faery and humans worked together to build a name for the Saffron Faun Theatre. This was were her Dahlia was happy. Where her Dahlia could build her dreams. Where she would be safe.

Upstairs within the glow of neon blue and violets, the mood was not the same. The queen had been quiet. Her mind a rush of thoughts. Collections of information filtered through her memory, as the Sidhe prepared for another attack. A game of cat and mouse, where in the mortal world legions of army could not be assembled to blight out her enemy. These were renegade deviants. Vampires who held no allegiance to a bloodline. No recognition set towards the Master of the City, or their Highest Council. Nightwalkers who had dared make a deal with two Sidhe Houses that had denounced their Queen. The Houses, they had been dealt with the old fashioned way. War.

A cigarette dangled from soft painted lips. Tri-colored gems had been muted to bluish grey. Their golden edge hidden by glamour, just as her flesh had been dulled of it’s glow. Bathed within the violet light of the bathroom, her flesh still seemed of another world. Black lingerie barely covering the slender and tall willowy figure that still belied that she was Sidhe.

Deft fingers floated along the lines of her body, as Etain taped a thin wire against the soft glow of her skin. Fine fairy silver that would record their voices. Voices, because within the morning’s waking hour their bodies would be dust. But, first, they would be tortured. Allowing Etain to gain more information. Intelligence that would find the other bloodworms hiding in their dens of waste and terror. She wouldn’t stop. Not until the last of them were never able to threaten the night again.

In the bedroom, her young lover waited. A dark leather spiked jacket slid about her dancer’s frame. Long inky black wings with feathers like velvet and silk lay hidden beneath her own glamour, as eyes like the darkest night remained set on the open door of their bathroom. This was their place. Their stolen den far away from the glimmering darkness of the Unseelie Court. Here, they pretended to blend in with the human world. Forgetting the world and all it’s manipulations and deceit. Here, Etain was her’s. Yet, tonight, Etain belonged to much larger things.

This was not the first time that the two had made their attack on the rogues. Ants that had scattered into so many hiding places. Vashti knew it would take time to find them. She herself was a mage of from the desert. A creature that had once been an Arabic Goddess. The sky and sand her kingdom. But, she had given it up for the love of a Sidhe. A lover she would die for.

That others were coming here tonight hadn’t settled well within her. Again, this was their place. Just this was the first time it would not be the Queen and her Mage’s fight alone. Others were joining them. Others that had offered to help rid the Queen of her vampire enemies. Those who had shaken up the sweet demi-fey Dahlia. Dahlia so fair, so fragile. Yes, for Dahlia Vashti would kill them.

“Vashti, when did the Queen say they were coming?”

It was Jared. One of the Queen’s Ravens. He was Sidhe. Handsome in a boyishly beautiful way. Large eyes that seemed to see things within one’s soul that no other could see, and with a mouth that was plump and kissable. He didn’t look like someone who could kill or lead an army. But, he did. He also had a way of ‘finding’ things that the Queen needed. Just like that faery silver that the Queen would wear taped on her body tonight. He knew all the tricks and what nots of getting information and who to get it from. A clever creature, who had earned the Queen’s acknowledgment and trust.

“Soon,” Vashti answered. Lifting up her dark eyes to meet his, as she sat on the edge of the bed. A leg folded against her body, as she hugged it to her. “...I guess.” “Okay,” He replied, his own soulful large eyes turning to the open bathroom door. “Long as they don’t keep her waiting. We are good. Or…,” He shrugged a shoulder, “... or they are good. Odi knows better than to keep Her Majesty waiting.”

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Odi has been keeping herself as busy as possible. Between the fae realm and the human realm. It was how she delt with things she didn't want to deal with. With all the happenings with Andre and with the Unseelie Queen, she had been trying to keep a low profile as it were. That, and keeping herself busy meant she didn't think about what she had gone through at the hands of vampires.

That is until she works herself to exhaustion and sleeps. Then there's no escaping the nightmares she is able to push back when awake and keeping busy. However, the Satyr she works for mostly, concerned by how she was pushing herself, told her to take sometime off. That she needed to deal with it or she would never be able to get past it. So she ended up going to her little cabin in the swampy woods of Savanna on some R&R.

There with little to no neighbors she could be as she was or in the guise of a human. For the first few days she spent time out and about the swamp lands. Gathering toadstools and other treats to stock her kitchen with. Then she had gone on a shopping spree. There was just something about human clothes and shoes that she liked. Her closet needed some TLC as she rarely wore very much as it was. Especially when she could just glamor what she needed.

This wasn't entirely dealing with the issues though, and when she had run out of things to do it had all welled up and hit her. Like a tsunami, she waded through its aftermath. Cried, screamed at the injustice of it all, got angry, and the grieved for not only herself,but for Dahlia and the others whom were with them during that time too.

By the time she was done, she felt raw from the inside out. Those scabs ripped off now could truly begin to heal properly. It was mid-day when she received the raven from Etain. Sitting curled up on her front porch swing with a cup of moss tea. It was time it seemed, perhaps Etain had found more of those responsible? So she petted the raven in thanks, and uncurling herself walked into her cottage to shower and change.

While she dressed she sent a text to Andras to see if he too had been sent a Raven or not from Etain. When he replied, she offered to pick him up as she knew the place they were to gather. With packing a gym bag with essentils. Twigs, leaves, threads, pebbles, a stake or two, and some of that blessed water. She slung it onto her shoulder and grabbing her keys, left her small cabin and loaded into her small four door teal Nissan Versa.

Her first stop bing after fueling, was picking up andras and then driving them off towards Saffron...
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Posted on: Nov 4 2017, 09:49 AM

The raven arrived earlier in the day, and while Andras had been expecting the call from the Queen to come, he wasn’t prepared for what roiled inside of him as a result…

He stands in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom, holding up a shirt on a hanger to his chest and frowns. Nah, not blue. Maybe green. He lifts the green shirt up, the other still in his hand on the swivel hanger. The green one only serves to make him frown darker. He switches between them. Blue, green, blue, green. A muddling of indecision over the most innocuous thing as what to wear, and if he’s to be honest with himself, the choice really shouldn’t matter. But oddly enough, it does. With a huff of frustration with himself, he tosses both shirts on the bed and stares at himself in the mirror.

Get it together, Andras, his rational half gripes, and he puffs out a sigh and scratches fingers roughly through the mop of hair on his head. It’s hardly productive to get himself all worked up over such a silly thing as what to wear. Usually his regimen to go anywhere but the most fashionable of events consists of a starch white shirt, blazer, and matching pants. Hardly any careful attention paid to even his hair in such situations, left wet from the shower to air-dry into a riot of raven curls. Curls that blessedly frame his soft, handsome features well enough, if not appearing somewhat wild and unkempt. And even then, his choice of attire has historically only been utilitarian… so why the big to-do about it now? Simply put, he’s to stand before the queen again in mere minutes, and that has his belly full of butterflies and his head full of chattering thoughts on constant repeat.

A constant repeat of the very first time he was fey-struck so many decades ago. An addiction aggravated into roaring awareness by the presence of only the most powerful unseelie - Etain. A surprising response to something he had previously thought was buried and dormant within, a long and painful struggle against fixation and craving and madness he had triumphed over even if the odds had been against him. Had he been merely human, he would still be under the power of the powerful nymph who gave him drink. And in his stupidity, he took a sip of the sweet wine, as careless and awe-struck as he was by her devious charms. Such a beautiful creature she had been, with flowing golden locks like a field of waving wheat in autumn. Even to evoke the sight of her in his mind’s eye infatuated him for a long time after. The rest of the night was a blur; a smattering of paint-spot memories which have no particular order or reason to them, yet somewhat beautiful in all its complexity, like a Jackson Pollock painting.

Andras closes his eyes as the feeling roils over him again, bringing all the hairs on his arms to stand on end. He draws a deep breath in, exhales it slowly, calming himself. Opening his eyes to see himself standing there in the mirror, the poor bastard, looking a little pathetic in his black boxers and white undershirt wondering what to do with himself. Blue, definitely blue, he decides, and turns to snatch it from the bed with a mutter beneath breath. Pulling it on, he punches his arms through, then hastily buttons it halfway. All the while glowering to himself. When his arms fall away he sees it - the silvery-pink line peeping out from the edge of his boxer shorts. There, against the black of them, and the ivory white of his skin lays the only blemish on an otherwise perfectly unblemished body. A scar. So light and delicate, that for one to glance at him they wouldn’t notice it. Of course, it remained hidden to all since the night of its conception - for its location being on the inside of his thigh about two-thirds up from the knee naturally allows for its general privacy.

His fingers curl around the edge of his shorts, drawing them up to expose the full length of the scar, so tiny and perfect. He brushes a tip of his finger against it, tracing along its edge and smiles softly to himself. A shiver absconds from the base of his skull and slithers down his spine, gathering in a coil at the base where it warms him. He bites his lower lip, feeling the echo of loving desire, a remnant of a night so beautiful. A night with his Arianna. That night, with his allowance, she cut him, and he fed her with his angelic blood when she was so needful of it. When she had deprived herself in her anguish and pain and woeful lamentation of being a monster, he provided for her regardless. She is never a monster in his eyes. His beloved’s self-inflicted pain was her own making, a self-starvation born from her misery. And in the moment of compassion and helpless love for her, he gave to abate her most immediate tortures, if only temporarily.

Then, with his Arianna, they lived a miracle that night, and his heart expands with the promise of its memory, a knowing that by the Light of God he may find a way to remove the curse that has ailed her for an eternity. A promise of freedom from deranged murderous instincts that possess and sully her soul, and a promise of a return to her humanity. And with the thought of his beloved, the tangle of thoughts of addiction and being struck by an odd lust suspend themselves, leaving only the vision of her smiling lips, her eyes glittering at him with so much mirth and happiness, and the ghostly feeling of her undying love hanging around him like the gentle scent of night blooms.

Finally, some respite. He sincerely hopes it lasts.

Just then, a car horn barks outside the window, and he skates across the wood floor in socks to pull aside the curtain. Peering down, he smiles seeing Odiane sitting outside, and offers a wave and a ‘one minute’ gesture to her. And he turns to get ready, stuffing legs through his pants with a couple hops towards the door of his bedroom, as he tucks the shirt in. One last glance at his reflection in the mirror, meeting his own dark eyes and wondering about the shadow that lurks behind them these days since his first meeting with Etain… wondering if he can keep his resolve around her. Slipping feet into his shoes, he grabs and slings his ‘kit’ over his shoulder, the old bag’s leather faded in places from many decades of use. It contains a varied sundry of items that help with triggering wards safely, iron filings, holy water, and a couple other magical implements. Missing is the fireball wand that he gave to Rae, but he still has a ring somewhere in there. He’ll dig it out on the way. No time just now.

Moving through the door, he hurries down the stairs, then sighs and hoofs it back up to his door, not forgetting to lock it this time. A jingle of his keys as they slide into his pocket, and the clomping of his heavy soled shoes on the old wood echo as he makes way through the hall to outside. Spotting Odi through her car window, he grins at her then pulls the door open, settling himself into the seat with his kit on lap. Holding its bulk against himself after clicking the seatbelt around him. “Hi Odi, nice to see you again. Are you ready for this?”

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From within the bathroom, one could hear the high pitched whirring of a hair dryer. Platinum blonde spider webs dipped and frolliced within the manufactured air, as wisps of cigarette smoke joined in dance. Etain stared back at herself. Her mind racing, as she sought the answers to her thoughts in the spiral glimmering gaze that looked back. She could not promise herself that tonight would find further answers to where Lonan was now. Or if he was even alive. No, tonight would be another statement to her enemies to never cross her again. Making certain they would never touch or lay hand on not just Odiane or Dahlia, but her Vashti as well.

It was dangerous for one's survival to fall in love. For it placed within one’s heart that torment called fear. The fear of losing love. In this, Etain was afraid.

Etain turned off the hairdryer, and placed it aside. Plucking the cigarette from her lips, the tall blonde dashed it’s ruby hot tip into a small tray. She fluffed the straight strands of her hair and then made her way into the bedroom. Fishnet stockings hugged her lower half. The wire could be seen carefully taped, rising up to the tiny microphone that rested just above the dark silken fabric of her bra.

Gliding through the doorway, her eyes flickered over to where Jared stood waiting. He dipped his head to his queen, “They aren’t here yet,” He stated, as his own eyes followed the queen’s to the slight figure of the peri on the edge of the bed, “They got a few more minutes, and we might have to leave them. My source says our targets won’t be there very long, before they go hunting for the night.”

She moved like a dangerous bird in flight. Sweeping into the room as if her feet did not touch the ground. That momentary glance towards Jared turning to lock upon Vashti. The queen walked to the end of the bed, and reached out to caress the tips of her fingers just beneath Vashti’s jawline. Tilting her head upwards, as Etain bent over to lay a soft kiss on the brunette’s supple lips. Her mouth craving for more, as the kiss was only fleeting. Her hand falling reluctantly away from the soft warm flesh flesh of the youthful peri. Etain slowly stood upright, and looked over to Jared, “They will come.”

“Odiane and her pretty little friend will not let us down,” Etain continued, walking over to the closet. Wood panels emitting a soft clunking sound, as they folded back to reveal it’s contents. Long fingers skimming over the fabric that hung, until she found what she was looking for. Turning about, she began to tug the small bit of dark fabric over her head. Shimming tight black material over her svelte figure, until the hem of the mini dress barely met the top of her coltish thighs. It didn’t seem like something one would wear to go kill vampires. Black. Skin tight. Leaving little to the imagination, as it followed every curve of her body. The back of the dress nothing but ebony straps that met in the middle to a strap that reached up to the nape of her neck. Moving with her form like a second skin.

“Odiane is a delicate thing, yes,” the queen continued, as she walked over to a small mini bar where she began to pour herself a shot of vodka. Her back to both Vashti and Jared, even as she spoke, “But, there is a darkness in the tiny pixie. She tries to hide it, but I know it’s there. Just like the malevolent shards that I, too, had once tried to keep hidden.”

Etain lifted up the glass of clear fiery liquid, and allow it to splash down the back of her throat. Allowing herself a quiet moment to focus on the heat that began to spill within her softly gilded flesh, Etain placed the glass down on the short counter. Both of her hands curled fingertips just beneath the bar counter, as she held onto the bar. Slowly, she pulled a long deep breath. Oxygen dipping down into her lungs to further fume the heated sparks that was the liquor coating her throat and lungs. The edge of her mouth curled into a half wicked smile, that was hidden from the two behind her, “Odiane seeks revenge. She would not miss this night for anything. I am certain.”

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Humans sought to shackle the world with ownership and claim everything within it whether animate or not. It was a necessity that Vashti had never truly understood – at least not until recently. There were very few things that the delicate peri sought to claim as her own. Among them there was only one that could truly be considered of any importance, which of course made it the most paramount. Many might have assumed that Etain was the one thing she sought to possess above all others, but they would have been mistaken. It was not that Vashti did not love her Queen, because she did without question. She was simply not foolish enough to even begin to believe that the benevolent sidhe was the kept and not the keeper. What she cherished as her own were the gifts that her beloved had bestowed upon her and none was more precious than the nest that they shared.It took a considerable amount of restraint to keep her discomfort subdued and yet it was a self-imposed restriction that she happily inflicted upon herself to appease Etain. Nevertheless it was an evident displeasure that she knew she could only omit from the woman she loved for so long. Thankfully Etain had not asked for her opinion, not that she would ever deign herself to do so. If she had then Vashti would have been bound by the blood that fluttered through her veins to answer her truthfully. What remained unspoken was not a lie, rather it was a quiet truth that kept her obsidian eyes glassy and distant. What conversation did come was a direct result of questions posed and little else. Jared for all his blessings and faults seemed to take the hint and left her to her brooding.Hooking her arm about a single leather-clad stem she held her thigh close to her chest, nestling her chin over the crook of her knee. Perfectly poised and at physical ease, she had all the freedom in the world to stare hopelessly at the door that barred her from her living infatuation. Tonight was not the night to wallow or pout, nor was it one for indulgences. Still there was a very real part of herself that wanted to abandon her place and slip into the bathroom and join the woman for whom her heart beat. Each moment that passed her desire grew and with it her resolve seemed to wane, thinning to a fiber worth of metaphysical bondage. When the door finally opened the thread split and her hold upon her leg slipped away, allowing the limb to fall like a butterflies wing – abducting her hip so her outer thigh pressed flat to the bed and her knee pointed off toward the wall.Ascending to attention she was erect the moment Etain neared. Like a prized pet awaiting her treat, Vashti turned her gaze up toward her. Moistening the breadth of her lips to leave them warm and moist when the kiss finally came. Knotting her fingers into the fabric upon the bed she kept herself from reaching upward to touch her, though the urgency could be found in the whitening of her knuckles as she struggled against it. Chasing the intoxicating high that came compliments of her lips, her backside arose from the bed. Rising up with the flex of her thighs and soon after her abdomen, rocking forward to savor every last second of the embrace before she was gone once more. A lamented quiver of her lashes turned her needy eyes over to her lover, watching her move away once more.Inhaling slowly she refreshed her lungs and sought to steady her heart – but she knew that was a battle she was unlikely to win. So long as she continued to watch Etain her pulse would never calm, it would remain a turbulent nightmare that would forever keep her bound to the immaculate Queen. Running her tongue slowly over her lips she savored the flavor that remained there, reminding her of the brief interlude that had been shared. Try as she might she could not bring herself to look away from her as she dressed, instead she watched with an intimate gaze that could only truly be found born of someone who truly loved another. Beautiful as she was, Vashti loved more than just Etain’s body. Even at her most terrifying the golden Queen was a marvel that she worshipped mind, body, and soul. It wasn’t until she began to speak once more that Vashti finally found the catalyst she needed to redirect her gaze toward the door and away from the embodiment of her passion.There was no denying the love that she had for all her people, it was something that Vashti actually found quite endearing. What she didn’t so much enjoy was the thought of Andras joining them. Etain took lovers as readily as she did breaths, it was simply a part of who she was. What disturbed her most was that she knew of her interest in the pretty man and that he would be coming here. Once more she found herself dwelling on the imposition of sharing what was hers with another. A tiny tremor of tension tickled its way through her jaw as she narrowed her dark eyes at the door. Logically she understood why they were coming, but logic had little to do with emotions.“They could catch up if we chose to leave a little early.” Despite the disdain that coursed through her mind in that moment, she managed to keep it from her tone. If anything her comment sounded half-hearted or aimless, merely a breath paid to the conversation at hand. It was a credit to her ability to skirt the truth if ever there was one. Reaching to the center of her jacket she busied her fingers to assuage her need to touch what was currently barred from her. Locking her zipper in place she pulled the tab across her breast, hiding away the lace that hid below. It was shorter than some of her other jackets, but it suited her for the moment and added to the overall look she’d been working to achieve. Unfortunately now that she had it on she was second guessing the lack of pockets and things to play with in order to keep herself occupied. Hindsight as they say. One way or another she was going to have to keep her temper in check and focus on what tonight was really about. Once they were through, then she could be as jealous and moody as she wished. What's mine is yours... tag: Etain Devlin, Andras Blacke, Odiane Faerydae / wearing: This
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Andras didn't keep her waiting long after he saw her from his window, and held up the one moment signal. Which was good, she was running out of radio stations to filter through until she found something that soothed her, yet also prepared her for the coming night ahead of them. Finding a Symphonic Ochestra channel that played the classics such as Beethoven she left it there, just as she looked up to see Andras stepping out. She smirked when he about faced and retreated inside momentarily before re-emerging and then joining her into the car itself.

Yet once she placed the car into gear, and she merged back out into traffic her sunny smile dimmed a fraction. " I think I'm as ready as I possibly can be. It is good to see you again as well Andras. You're looking very nice this evening, and happier than the last time we saw one another."She commented, as she glanced briefly in his direction to truly take him in, before facing the road once more. After all, how well could one possibly prepare for facing those responsible for such an upheaval within her life? To face perhaps the many faces whom had taken her against will or want, when each time she closed her eyes she could still feel the way hands, mouths, bodies moved over her, within her. The pain of teeth sinking into one's flesh and then feeling the very life flow of blood being siphoned from your body, and yet knowing they never took enough to kill you.

There were times when that was what she wanted, urging them through whispers to just take it all, drink it all until she was no more. Yet, when those thoughts came, when she felt she was at her last breaking point. She would hear Dahlia's cries, or one of the other's, and she knew she had to endure all that was happening to her. If not for herself, than for them. For she'd not been alone after all, and once they were returned to their cells, they had kept each other going. Each day as they rested, and after each night of being removed and taken upstairs to the hell they were put through. If it wasn't for the others, she may not have made it out of there alive.

Yet, was she really alive now? Sure she could hide behind smiles, and a disposition of sunshine. Yet beneath the surface rested a turmoil and brewing desire for revenge upon those responsible for taking the true sunshine from her and descending her into a seemingly endless pit of darkness. While she had refused to cower, she had crippled herself without thought of it at all. It hadn't been until the Satyr's forced vacation upon her, that she had realized the truth within herself. She had been cowering away, hiding within the library on the other side of the veil, not confronting all she had gone through, just merely slapping bandage over bandage to get through each day and night. Yet those bandages were off, and the wounds raw and bleeding exposed to the surface. She faced her trials and tribulations, and despite still reeling from it all. There within her a spark had been reborn, it was now growing and she wanted revenge, she wanted to lash out upon those responsible. She wanted to see they too suffered as she, and Dahlia had suffered. It was a dark troubling path to take, and yet she would take it because she had to fight back somehow. Or she might never return to the wee fae she was, and has always been.

Changes were inevitable though, the scars still upon her wrists only a testament to such. While the scars were fading, growing less and less noticeable with the passing days and months since her kidnapping, they were yet still a reminder of what she and the other's had survived. Now she need only face those responsible, and if she could do that, then surely she could let go of the nightmares which plagued her?

Though what of Andras? He had unknowingly cast his lot in to seek Judgement and retribution upon these vampires as well. He only knew a partial portion of the story itself. Would he look at her differently if he knew the full truth of the happenings? He'd seen how Dahlia had cringed and sought to hide herself away from him. He'd witnessed a mild panic attack from her, at the very notion he was involved with, and cared for a Vampire himself. So why then did he feel so strongly in seeking revenge with her? She rolled the lower corner of her lip between her teeth in a worrisome manner. The closer they came to Saffron, she struggled with if she could go through with this night or not. Yet she wouldn't be alone now either. She would have not only Andras, but also the Unseelie Queen as an ally this night, and too whomever Etain sought to bring with her to help.

"Andras.. How do you know if you're strong enough to face your demons?" She hesitantly asked him, as they at last reached Saffron, and pulled into a parking spot. A glance at the Clock told her they were just slightly ahead of time, with not much to spare. Yet once the car was parked, she turned the ignition off and pocketed her keys within her denim jacket worn over a baggy tank-top, and a pair of black leggings. She was certainly not dressed to attend a club such as this, and yet at the same time she chose her attire, for comfort, and too uncertain of what Etain had in mind for her to do tonight. Unbuckling she twisted around between the front seats to grab her duffle bag from the back seat and draw it forward. Her gaze flicking to Andras with those dual golden and green depths shimmering with the rawness of dealing with all she's been through there within, and too the determination to do the right thing and see revenge done.

Yet, she knew not to tarry long either, and so she took a deep breath and opened up the door to exit the vehicle itself. " Best not to keep Etain waiting anymore than we have. " She murmured, and closing the door in her wake she waited for Andras to come around to the front of the vehicle, so that they might enter together and head up to meet with Etain herself...


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A broad smile grows on his face when he hears the symphonic sounds of Beethoven over the car’s radio. “Good choice of road music,” he notes with a sharp nod of his chin. “It seems we have similar tastes.”

He hugs the old leather magic implement kit against himself as the car moves off into traffic, and he gazes out the window briefly, dark eyes flitting upon the forms of pedestrians all going about their day without the knowing of the war of retribution about to be waged in the heart of Savannah. How blissful it must be to be completely unaware of what evils really lurk in the shadowy domain of demons and vampires? And the inflicted media, that fifth estate that is a pillar of society has failed in its duty to inform the general public of these dangers. An informed population is not suitable to be lined up to slaughter like cattle. Truly a crime. Andras’ vision skates over to the tiny fey again when she speaks. Looking over to her just in time to catch the fading sunlight of her smile, and his own mirrors it with all the dreariness of clouds rolling over bright sunshine.

“I don’t know about happier, but I thank you for the complement.” Andras sighs with a wavering smile. Little does she know how much deliberation and anguish had gone to the superficiality of his appearance. The mage feels a pang of self-incrimination at the notion, a gnawing in his belly. Why does he even care so much about such a silly thing as looks when he knows in the deepest heart of himself that what once was dormant and long forgotten awakens when around Etain? Even the mere thought of her brings it to the surface, and he fumes at his inherited weakness, after all these years spent combating addiction. Part of his recovery had been acceptance of fault, and even involved self-forgiveness, yet even that seems out of reach for him at this time.

With a shake of his head the motion bounces thoughts around like so many flecks in a snow globe. He forces a smile, bright yet weary in its making. Dark circles and puffiness rest beneath his eyes upon close inspection. Not forgetting the manners of the fey court, Andras, after a long assessment of her, chimes in return but leaves the unspoken emotions lingering in her eyes untouched ...for now, “You’re looking lovely as usual, Odiane.”

The ride begins with that same unspoken hanging in the air. Leaden weights tenuously balance upon a grocer’s scale: on one side anxiety for what the nearest future will bring, and the other, a facade of normalcy that he senses she has tried to uphold for so long. Cracks in that facade made apparent by the panic that had struck her in the library those nights ago, and it was through her pain the mage had so empathetically felt as his own, that he was drawn to seek justice for the tortures she had endured. As the car rolls down the highway towards their impending destination, Andras’ worries for himself fade like colors bleached by sunlight. He glances at her now and again, noticing the tension in her face despite the mask that she wears. It is in the lines beside her eyes, above her brows, tiny things which betray an otherwise imperturbable expression. A wrinkle forms upon his own brow, but he says nothing. Only the ecclesiastic music fills the void between them. For now.

Her question fractures the delicate silence, and he blinks rapidly, looking over to her while the car rolls to a stop. Then his eyes glaze distant, and they fall away to wander over the dashboard to a spot just in front of him. And previously fine expression lines sharpen upon his smooth features, his eyes dart around in his skull. A sour chord struck within him by fingers of a devilish make… demons… are they her demons or the ones he will face once he is in the same room with Etain again? His lips part as his mouth falls open in pensive thought, his brows heavy. Yet, the shutting of her door startles him, and he quickly unbuckles the seatbelt, getting it caught and tangled up with the strap of his kit but it resolves with a few yanks and the seatbelt latch clacks loudly against the car glass. Andras winces and looks over the dashboard at Odi outside with an apologetic expression while fingers grope for the lever that opens the door. Mercifully it opens, and he manages to keep his feet under him while stepping out, slinging the kit over one shoulder. He steps around the front of the car to meet her, palming the kit to slide it around against the small of his back.

“Strength comes from two things, and only two things. Patience and Faith.” He say firmly, with the force of divine fire she knew that one night back at the library living in the air. Determination melds his lips together, and he reaches for her hand, giving it a squeeze. Comfort for the friend he is here to help, as his only wish being in alleviating her pain by the means of divine justice. His hand crawls up to her shoulder, and he settles a firm yet gentle squeeze of his fingers there. The dark hues of his deeply understanding eyes find hers, and he gazes into the multihued crystals, seeking the soul behind them. Speaking to the soul that watches him in turn, “Patience is in seeking the most auspicious time for justice, and faith in knowing that the sun always rises every morning without failure. As such, at the dawn of that coming day, the universe shall smile on you and you will wake up with all this behind you. It won’t have power over you anymore. Faith is in the knowing of that ultimate truth. That is where you can get your strength, friend.”

“And I shall take an ounce of my own advice on inner demons,” he says while she’s turning away towards the door, a tug of his fingers at the sleeve of her hoodie as to turn her back around to face him.

“Odi—this is…ah… very difficult for me to admit to anyone.” He sighs, a nervous flick of his tongue wetting lips. He shakes his head, hearing the pound of his galloping heart in the tunnels of his ears. Eyes lower to the oil-speckled pavement beneath their feet, then lift tentatively up towards hers again. “I was… fey struck years ago. We both know what that means so I won’t get into that. I thought I had fully recovered with the help of Michael. Yet, my thoughts and feelings are blemished and corrupted while in the presence of the queen since one so similar to her had me struck. And—and—I guess what I’m asking is, Odiane, please help me here. Not that I’ll lose control over myself… at least I don’t think so… I — you know…” Andras winces at his own babbling. A shake of the head seems to reset runaway thoughts, “Just—unngh—don’t let me do anything stupid, alright?”

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Stillness. The crystal glass held at the end of long elegant fingers hovered above the mini bar. Her eyes holding to some distant vision. A thought. The subtle clear grain taste upon her tongue not enough. She wanted blood. Not the pure warm blood of an innocent on her lips, but the deteriorated essence of a nightwalker. There was a hate now that boiled so deep within her own gilded veins, that it seemed eternally famished for the site of cold flesh fallen to ash. So strong a hunger, that what little patience the queen had begun to fracture it’s hold.

Etain tossed back the last of a second drink against the back of her throat. She then set the glass down, and turned about to look at Vashti. Her precious and yet dangerous lover. The blue moon glow of the room highlighting her exotic features, as twin dark stars stared back at her. It was the face of the woman that she truly loved. Etain had realized how Vashti felt about this invasion of their lover’s nest. And of how much Vashti had restrained herself to give in to allowing others to step within it’s warm embrace. How much the peri loved her queen. And how reckless Etain’s desire to gather here with others might have wounded the mage.

“Jared, go down to the entrance and wait there for the others. The coach will be waiting,” Etain spoke to the Sidhe without giving him one glance. Her tri-colored oculars remaining set upon the diminutive winged fey.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” He replied without question. Heading out of the room, and down the long set of stairs that curled like a spiral within a keep. His long graceful stride making quick of them, he was soon downstairs where two doors awaited. One that led to the backrooms of the theatre, and the other which was an elegant red door to the outside. It was there he waited. Outside for Odi and Andras. The black coach was already waiting. Transformed from a sleek long limo to an ebony SUV.

When the pair arrived, Jared greeted them. Side doors opened ‘magically’ for them all to get inside the SUV. It’s windows shaded, so that no one could see who was within, or even who was driving. In the back, they would find a small dark weapons chest to which Jared tells them to chose whatever they wish. Despite the chests small size, long lengths of weapons were found to come from it’s indefinite depths.

Back upstairs, the queen had stood. A long gaze set upon Vashti. Etain’s thoughts swirling between the night’s attack and the lover who stood patiently waiting. A small wince of a smile would finally pinch one side of Etain’s mouth. Etain took the few long strides that would close the distance between she and Vashti. Her lover’s proximity striking a heat within her belly. A tightening of things that wanted nothing more than to shove Vashti onto their bed and make love to her.

Instead, the queen would restrain herself. Lifting a hand to caress her lover’s cheek, Etain soaked in the beauty in front of her, “I should never have told them to meet up here….”

“This is ours. I apologize, my *dorcha scáil,” There it came, that strange thing that was rarely uttered from the queen’s lips, and even fewer would ever hear. An apology. The spoken reminder that even Etain herself knew what she had done was wrong. A thumb reached down to brush the bottom tier of Vashti’s mouth, as Etain continued to search her lover’s face, “I was not thinking.”

The hand on Vashti’s cheek tumbled down within the space between them to reach for the peri’s hand. Pale fingers reaching down to slip between silken tawny digits to bring Vashti’s hand to the queen’s lips, where she placed a tender kiss upon the curl of her lover’s knuckles, “I hope that you would forgive me.”

That they would have the time, Etain would have satiated the need to make love to Vashti right then. But, as Jared had said, they had little time for error. Etain’s eyes flickered finally to their door, then back down to Vashti, “Come. They are waiting.”

Curling her wrist, Etain led the way to the steps and downward. Holding onto Vashti’s hand, until the two were outside. Turning about to face the door, Etain touched invisible sigils that were at it’s very edge. Soon the door seemed to disappear before them all. A glamour spell entombing the actual door away from the eyes of those that were not fey.

Etain waited for Vashti to get inside the back of the SUV, then got inside behind her. The door closing on it’s own, she nodded to those already waiting. Then looked to Jared, “How are we on time?”

“Close, but we should be right on time, Your Majesty,” He replied, as the Black Coach began to pull away from the Saffron Fawn Theatre. Night had already fell over Tybee Island, as it took off towards the inner west side of the island. The place, AJ’s Dockside. A hole in the wall gathering place, not too far from the main part of the island and where the theatre stood only a few blocks. Here, a few rogues had thought they were hidden enough away from the Master of the City to be noticed. Right on the very step of the Unseelie Queen’s earthen door.

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Even as she remained upon the bed she watched Etain move like the glittering distraction she was. So beautiful and alluring, it was almost impossible for her to take her eyes away. Even as she finished with her drink and turned back toward the door, she would find her own reflection carved into the obsidian curvature of Vashti’s eyes. A single slip of her lashes brought the dark set down upon her cheeks like Victorian lace, only to ascend once more with a redirection of her gaze. Looking to Jared she watched in silent contemplation as he was dismissed. That her name did not follow left her mind aloft with wonder. Curiosity crept through her thoughts as she watched the sidhe take his leave with the utmost propriety, ushering her to finally move from her place upon the bed. With one guard gone and the moment what it was, she felt compelled to be more alert and able.Unfurling her legs she planted her feet and rose to the last inch of height that her heels afforded her. The hushed whisper of a self-propelled breeze slipping through her feathers was woven into the creak of leather in the process, only to be followed by an uneasy silence. There were many times when the quiet between Etain and Vashti was a devious thing – though some were considerably more so than others. Tonight the air had been thick with the need to avenge those who had been harmed, which meant that the pulse that kept the quiet alive and well was alive with emotions that were better left untapped. If anyone knew of just how volatile Etain could be, it was Vashti and this night in particular bore the possibility of seeing the darkest recesses of the Queen’s personality.Despite what could be, there was no denying the unapologetic adoration that remained upon her features as she studied her lover. As she neared Vashti could feel the fire within her climbing hire, stoked by the mere proximity of the woman with whom she was so enraptured. The desert heat could scarcely compare with how voracious the inferno within her was when she was near. The second Etain reached to touch her, her lips split with the release of a sigh. It was a singular sound and yet as it was exhaled it seemed to betray a million emotions – none greater than that of love. Closing her eyes she angled her jaw to turn her cheek into her lover’s fingertips, nuzzling into caress of a hand she knew to be a juxtaposition of light and heavy depending upon her mood. Tonight it was soft and endearing, reassuring her that she knew and understood what was weighing upon the young peri’s heart.Opening her eyes once more she peered back toward the incomparable beauty before her. Pursing her lips she quieted the immediate desire that arose within her to contradict her sentiment. Vashti worked tirelessly in an attempt to make Etain’s life easier than it was in whatever way possible. The last thing she wanted was to bring a weight to her shoulders that would require the Unseelie Queen to apologize. As badly as she wished to deny her of her words and reject the notion that she had in some way harmed her heart, it was impossible for her to do so. It would have been a lie and they both knew it. Vashti had been hurt by Etain’s choice, there was no denying that. It simply wasn’t a hurt that she would have wished to distract her. What reply she could muster was born upon the back of a kiss, paid in kind in the same manner that had been bestowed upon her. A tender kiss was returned upon the back of Etain’s knuckles, echoing that which had been given and sealing their hearts. “Baladay aldaw’ aldhahabiu, you could never do anything to me that I would not forgive you for.”Had they the time she would have indulged in every inch of her Queen’s body and soul to chase away the remnants of guilt that were trapped in her mind. Unfortunately such an exchange would have to wait. Perhaps when their night was through and the blood lust had been sated, they would put the world behind them. Until then, they would need their focus. Nodding in agreement with her Queen, Vashti followed in tow. Within the first few steps her stride fell into unison with Etain. Each step was deliberate and quick, guiding the pair in an effortless union through the theatre to those who were waiting below. The coach was ready for them and since she didn’t immediately see Jared or their guests, she assumed that they were already within. Tempering herself she readied for what would follow, whether it would challenge her emotionally, physically, or both.Moving into the vehicle her wings collapsed against her back, feathers pressing upon the flesh until they seemed to simply melt into her. The process was seamless and swift, providing a sense of illusion that would leave even the most versed eye playing tricks upon the viewer’s mind. Settling within her seat she turned her gaze over toward the trio that had already been gathered within. One by one her eyes addressed them, even if her words failed to provide the same courtesy. As Etain moved in beside her she subconsciously reached to her, easing her palm over her thigh. Rolling her fingers one by one they kneaded against the muscle and flesh, delighting in the sensation and yet likewise using it as a means to keep herself calm.When she finally spoke the question was cast like a broad net toward the people gathered. “Are you ready for tonight?” While she certainly knew that Etain was ready, she had her doubts where it came to the others. The simple fact was that she did not know any of them as intimately as she knew her Queen. There was no doubt that they all had valid reasons for being there, but she wanted to make quite sure that they could consciously acknowledge what they were about to walk into. Nothing about this process would be easy, not for anyone involved. The last thing she wanted was someone who lacked the proper preparation standing at her Queen’s side to help fight her battles.** Baladay aldaw’ aldhahabiu: My Golden Light in Arabic. ** What's mine is yours... tag: Etain Devlin, Andras Blacke, Odiane Faerydae / wearing: This
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During the ride, it wasn't such an awkward silence between them. It was more that each had a great deal upon the other's mind. While she herself was still feeling raw after finally forced to face the truth of her situation, and what had been done to. Andras struggled with his own demons it seemed, but completely unaware was Odi in his regard at the time. Now though they were at Saffron, she had doubts about her ability to face those responsible for what had been done to her and to Dahlia as well.

And whom could blame her truly for such doubts? She was a fae, not one whom held a lot of strength physically or otherwise. Pixie's were not normally fighters after all. Yet it was more than her lack of strength in comparison to someone like Etain, or even Vashti and many of the other fae kind. It was more personable wise she was referring to when she asked Andras on how she would knew if she could face her demons straight on or not. She didn't wish to be a hindrance upon the others after all. Certainly she didn't wish to freeze up either while in the middle of whatever might go down tonight. Her confidence in herself, and her own abilities had truly taken a three hundred and sixty degree turn for the worse since her ordeal. While she could hide it behind her smiles and gaiety, it had all been a mask a falseness to the truth of the matter.

And that was she was down right frightened, after all she'd been brave after they had first been captured, seeking a means for them to get out of their holding cell when they had all come to the first time. Yet that bravery had been stolen from her when they had been moved and then shackled in Iron and left to the whims of desires of those whom captured them. So how does one come back from such a blow to one's confidence and bravery of self being? Odi honestly didn't know, it had truly been the most crushing thing to ever happen to her. She was not used to facing such daunting happenings. Usually the most she had to worry about was escaping a troll or a Nightflyer if she happened to upset them, or even the Brownies and other Fae she pulled a trick upon or upset in some fashion.

Such things though had never violated her, oh they threatened death to her, but it was nothing like what she had physically endured for those weeks or months captured. The fact she couldn't recall the length of time held in captivity was only a testament to the fact she had blocked out so much behind her facades rather than face it all and get it over with in facing it sooner than she had. She stood by the front of the car in wait for Andras to disembark and come around to her. Yet when he grasped her hand, she lifted her chin upward to meet his gaze. Searching his dark eyes for the answers she sought. She had so little faith in herself anymore, was such normal after going through as she had?

Yet even as she stood facing Andras, his words began to unfurl that little seed within her that desired so much for the return of her true-self again. Of her confidence, her bravery. That kernel of what made her such a spirited and wild pixie as she was started to expand just a little more with Andras' bolstering words. They were truly the right thing to say to her. With a deep breath taken she felt her mouth start to curve. Her expression lightening rather than remaining somber. She simply needed to find her faith in herself once again. And Patience in attaining such again as well. It was true the sun always did rise no matter the day, the same with the moon in a constant evolution. It was the one constant and a testament that even when it is cloudy, behind those clouds the sun awaited a break in them to shine through. " Thank you Andras, I needed those precise words." She murmured with genuine emotion and lightheartedness. Reaching up she took his hand from her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze in kind.

Then she spun around so that they could make their way inside the building itself. Yet a tug upon her denim jacket had her spinning around with a wide eyed expression of surprise. Only to furrow brows when he mentioned taking his own advice when it came to demons. What could Andras have demons of to face? After all he was this avenging angel, and truly wonderful man. Odi was ever so grateful for the night that she had sneaked into the Library on a mission for the Satyr she worked for. They have had a few adventures since that night too. He was good fun and always kept her from causing too much mischief. Straightening once she settled from her spin around, she canted her head curiously, only to feel her mouth come unhinged at the jaw and fall open as he made his own confession to her.

No way! He had been fae struck!? Pure surprise was written upon her visage as she stared at him with wide eyed wonder. Then blinking rapidly she closed her mouth with a clacking of teeth so she wouldn't giggle. This was truly no laughing matter, at least nor for him. Plus she understood his concerns and she wasn't going to take his concerns lightly. But yes she certainly understood about fae struck victims and what happens to them. She too had such an ability, but then all Fae did in one capacity or another. Sidhe though were much more capable of it after all, since in truth their beauty was even beyond that of every other fae. She could see certainly why he would struggle with such in the company of Etain.

The Queen was truly a beauty to behold, and yet to Odi she was just another fae. A Queen certainly, but when one is surrounded by such beauty all the time she didn't see Etain as anything otherworldly as perhaps Andras did. For a moment she wondered what he thought when he looked at her. But pushing such thoughts aside she inclined her head to him, and reached up place her hand upon his shoulder now in comfort and reassurance. " You can count of me Andras, I promise I won't let you do anything stupid or silly in front of the Queen. And if you feel like you're going to, just take my hand and I'll ground you back to the here and now. I'll be your Sidhe Shield." She spoke with a solemnity of a vow being given. Then she smiled brightly and leaned into kiss his cheek.

It was then the side door that they were to take to enter the establishment was opened and out walked Jared. Winking to Andras, she turned to face Jared, letting her hand fall to her side and slightly behind her to balance her duffle bag upon her hip. " Good evening Jared! You're looking most proper tonight. Are we all ready to go? " She asked, looking beyond him to see if Etain and Vashti were coming right along or not. When she didn't see them though, she reached back and sought to clasp Andras' hand within her own petite one as Jared motion to the black coach which was shaped as an SUV tonight rather than a Limo or it's true form. " Lead the way!" She spoke to Jared, and followed after him to approach the coach itself. When the doors opened for them, she smiled brightly and paused long enough to stroke the sleek black coach in greeting. " Hello dear Coach, you are marvelous in this shape. Thank you for giving us a ride to our destination." She spoke with fondness to the coach, before climbing up inside of it and sliding across the seat next to Jared to give space for Andras to join in with them on the same seat. Leaving the other seat open for Etain and Vashti once they joined them. Settling her duffle bag on her lap, she soon was settled in the seat, and then looked to Andras once he himself entered.

It wasn't long before they were soon joined by Etain and Vashti though, and she smiled to both women once they joined them within the coach itself. With the doors closing she felt the shift in the SUV as it took off out of the parking lot and onto the streets of Savannah to take them to their destination. She looked to the Queen and dipped her head and too also at Vashti. " Good evening your Majesty, you look very lovely tonight, that dress is a perfect compliment to you. Makes me feel a little under dressed actually. " She spoke with a wry expression at her own rather dower outfit for the night. Then she looked to Vashti and offered a smile to the Peri as well. " You also look lovely tonight Vashti, and yes. I am ready for tonight whatever it is we'll face. " She spoke with a rising of confidence thanks to Andras' pep-talk a few minuets ago...

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