Recent content by Faelynwë

Anger hardened the beautiful lines of Fae's face. "You're a Prince -- the Prince! Your face is on every poster we've seen," which amounted to two in total, but it was two more than her face. Of course, she knew he was right. If word had not spread here and the guards caught up, they would be...

It had only taken one day before Faelynwë began to feel the effects of withdrawal from Root. It had begun as a mild case of the shakes that she had been able to grit her way through. The headaches too, whilst painful, had been easy enough to walk through but by the morning of the second day they...

The elven maiden gave a quiet snort at the Prince's optimism. She more suspected the blade had been sold and broken down or melted whilst he languished in prison; the Usurpers Alchemists paid handsomely for the blades to experiment on. Even a loyal man could change his colours when watching his...

Fae hesitated in the mouth of the sewers one last time before heaving a big sigh. "In for a penny...." she muttered beneath her breath. The idea of traping through the Aldwood filled her with dread. When did men stop heeding the warnings of elves when it came to places of magic? Probably when...

Faelynwë stared at him, aware that her mouth hung half open in her disbelief. She tried to search her mind for the words that might convince him but if staying alive wasn't enough, then she had no idea what was. Hels she would kill for even an ounce of Root. The Gleemaiden rubbed a hand down...

"For good reason!" The gleemaiden exploded, wrenching back her hand from his grasp and throwing them dramatically into the air as though asking some forgotten god to give her strength not to strangle the man before her. "The forest is--" her mouth snapped shut as that mental door rattled in the...

The longer she was without drink or root, the more that irritating knowledge that she tried to suppress crept in. Her mind sparked at the word Orissa and conjured up maps, facts, and snippets of memories. She tried to push them away. All it would take was one trigger to send her back to the...

Faelynwë hesitated as he stretched out his hand towards her. The physical crossroads had become a spiritual one. Did she turn back towards her old life as bleak as it was, try to reinvent herself and drink herself into an oblivion to forget the magic she had briefly held in her hands, the blood...

Alone. When she was younger she would cry for days for the loss of her mothers hugs or her father's stories. But as she had grown and learnt the true cruelty of the world, that loneliness had become buried. She'd dulled it first with anger, then with alcohol and Kraa Root. What he offered...

"With these, I was never going to be able to be just a gleemaiden," it was hard to tell whether she gestured to her pointed ears or the unmistakable violet eyes that marked her as different and she didn't expand any further on the subject. They walked in silence for a time, each one lost in...

"Sorry doesn't bring them back," Fae snapped. She regretted the words as soon as they were out but there the hung between them, poisonous. The gleemaiden took a breath, regretting it immediately for the stench it drew into her lungs, and attempted to calm her erratic heartbeat and frayed...

"Have you seen what happens to a person with magic who tries to cross the barrier?" Faelynwë's voice had taken on an icy edge. The anger that thrummed through her made her lengthen her stride as though she were full of an energy she wanted to be rid of. Memories she wanted to escape from. When...

Hope. He had hope, or its twisted deluded cousin. Either way it seemed to fuel him, make him taller, more imposing, more... Prince like. She wondered what it might feel like to have something like that to keep you going. Fae had nothing of the sort. She had no people to fight for; what few...

Once upon a time there was a Princess who made friends with a Prince... Fae hugged herself as best she could whilst holding the candle aloft. It was easier remembering the Before like a story. It enabled her to pretend it had happened to someone else and not to her. To lock it away deep inside...

Fae pulled the scarf around her neck up to cover her nose and mouth. It did little to dampen the stench but a little went a long way when wading through literal shit. Before taking another step the elf rummaged in her large rucksack and withdrew a fat stub of candle. Down here an ordinary...