Recent content by Fingal

Even the trees offered them little more than a hushed whisper. They were a barrier between the pair and the rest of the world, not a wall of gossiping onlookers. A soft, content murmur came from the back of his throat. His touch was deferential and gentle. His hands smoothed over the curve of...

"I really adore unravelling a mystery," Fingal said. Fingal placed one hand on her waist. The other swept blonde curls back over her shoulder before settling on her waist to pull her tight to him. Golden eyes studied hers. Everything was a game and adventure, but few mortals had held his...

"Gypsy tricks and dancing," he said, gaze falling upon Anais. There had been an otherworldly quality to Fingal as he had meandered through the woods conjuring small lights to lead them. Not he stood tall, moonlight in his silver hair and he was entirely fixated upon Anais. "It would not...

"It takes a greater fae than myself to create a warlock. The mortal swears fealty to the fae," he said. His lips quirked upwards into a smile. He ran a hand through silver-white hair. "But I can try and impart a little of my magick to you, when you are strong." Fingal had to think about what...

"I see…" Fingal said, tone full of mischief. "You have ambition too. Having discovered a faerie you have entranced them, discovered their name and now it is time to steal their magic?" Fingal laughed. She swung one arm low, hand open. Golden fireflies of flight were scattered ahead of him...

"Narcissistic? I don't know whether to take offense or be struck that gypsies both enjoy word games and know such long words. His grin was all teeth. "My kind are as a rule," he said. "Cwn are probably not the worst for it. We are, by nature, pack animals. Some others like to be the most...

"Well...perfectly logical," he said. "I might have been lying about not being able to lie." He hadn't even thought of that. Fingal heard stories of fae who ended up revealing too much and outwitted by mortals that took advantage of their rules. No game that had rules was fun to play if you...

"Little chance of success in an argument either, I wager," he whispered. Fingal took stood up. He ignored his boots. People found it strange if he walked around outside barefoot. He doubted there was much he could do to surprise Anais even further. He raised a finger to his lips as he...

"Sorry, I did not mean to wake you," he said quietly. "Nothing is wrong." He sat still, eyes bright in the shadows. The only thing that took away from his mortal visage. He watched her, not moving to leave. It felt as if reality had been a cold dash of water to stop their moment of passion. A...

His sleep was interrupted by the sound of her leaving the wagon. He pretended to still be asleep, but one ear pricked up to listen in to the conversation. He heard Zac's voice. For now, Fingal was more interested in keeping the peace. Particularly when there was something he so badly wanted...

Hearing his real name was a little shock, but it drew his mind back to the last moments before she had fallen asleep. He had offered it up to her, but most of all he remembered the need he had seen in her eyes. Not a gentle, affectionate kind of look. There had been hunger in her eyes. Fingal...

"But I do so worry about what people think of me..." he joked. Fingal spent more time with mortal kind than most of his peers, but he still embodied some of their typical arrogance. The skin either side of her wound was a little red, but nothing that suggested an angry infection. He breathed...

"Not yet," he said. Fingal stepped back and squatted down. He turned his head towards the back of the wagon, listening to the voices outside. He hadn't heard anyone mention his name recently. "No one has spoken to me yet. I'm expecting Victor or one of the others to have something to say...

"You should sleep as long as you need," Fingal said. He didn't have the energy to be forceful with the statement. She didn't have the energy to stay awake for much longer and argue. He stretched out and drew upon the ley. Even a single wound from an iron weapon made it more difficult to...

"Of course," he said quietly. As they parted the pain drew his attention back to his body. The few fleeting seconds had drawn him away for such tedious needs, the primal core of the cwn had woken up and pushed such things aside. She would see it, just briefly, the predator behind his eyes that...