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From one of the balconies, shrouded behind the thick ropes of ivy and roses, Armanthea watched the three brothers take to the skies. "What a pity, I had rather hoped he would come looking," she gave a quiet tsk and then sipped her wine. "Should we follow them?" her loyal assistant asked from...

If the rest of the Summer palace hadn't already been woken by the revellers screams, then Mercutio's certainly did the trick. Raphael had heard many unpleasant noises in his life but the sounds of Mercutio being eaten alive by shadows and burnt by Maeve's terrifying starlight from the inside out...

At the sight of the starlight Mercutio's cocky smile seemed to waver and for a moment, true fear gleamed in his eyes. He masked it quickly though and with gritted teeth poured more of his power into his own strikes. No matter what he did however with every attack he hurled towards the Autumn...

Raphael sighed into the silence that followed the Prince's dramatic exit. "There goes any hope of peace," the puca muttered to his friend who was grinning far more than he should have considering what was now heading their way. War with summer was not something any of them had wanted, though...

"Lorcan," Raphael snarled, attempting to draw his friend back to his senses. Screams erupted from the gathered guests. Fae dove for anything which might provide a shield against Lorcan's attack, not seeming to understand that shadows had no form. Raphael watched as one set in particular slid...

Raphael casually leaned against one side of the door frame whilst Sid took up position opposite, like two gargoyles ready to attack at their brothers command. The room seemed to sense it for most of the fae gathered took an unconscious step back. Some even cast looks towards the windows...

Raphael didn't waste a second. Whilst similar, his shadows worked differently to Lorcan's. Stepping through one he appeared in the darkness Lorcan's had provided behind the now collapsed guards. Quickly he dragged the bodies off to the clump of trees so they would not be seen immediately by the...

Raphael watched his friend with a touch of concern. Whilst he had never had the privilege of feeling a mating bond himself he knew enough about them to know they could make a person act erratically. He'd seen first hand the rage and turmoil Lorcan had gone through when Maeve had not even known...

Raphael landed with a hushed whisper of leathery wings in the midst of a small grove of orange trees. The sweet smell of citrus flooded his senses as he cast his eyes about the shadows in search of either of his brothers who had agreed to meet him here. On any other night, on any other visit to...

Raphael's shadows recoiled as her fingers drew near and Raphael glanced down to where her hand was moving to even before she stopped. His eyebrow raised but he didn't comment on her self restraint, though he did appreciate it. Even in a heated moment such as this one she had remembered he didn't...

Her question was as dangerous and uncomfortable as the one about his shadows. The two answers entwined in a painful knot that made up his past. There had been times when he had examined that tangled mess and debated if it were time to begin to unravel it but every tug, every memory, was enough...

Raphael glanced sidelong at her trying to judge whether she was about to burst into laughter or not. There were not many who knew about his hobbies. In fact, he could count the people on one hand even with her name added to the list. He shuffled his wings uncomfortably and looked away before...

Raphael closed his eyes and counted to five whilst he breathed out. Perhaps he should have stayed airborne and just met her on the other side. As soon as the thought had risen in his mind like a serpent the Shadowsinger had rejected it. He'd made a promise to his Prince and Princess, but also to...

Being pinched on the arse was perhaps only slightly less offensive than the questions she had asked. Raphael spun with a curse, one hand going to the offended behind and the other snatching at her elbow to steady her. All the while he was mindful of his wings lest she blunder into that cultural...

Raphael merely nodded as she explained; he supposed it made sense. Not every fae was blessed with good enough sight to see in the darkness but from what little he had seen of Freaya's form she was a ... type of Shuck. She'd certainly inherited their speed so it made sense she would inherit their...