Recent content by Yasin

He was not alone for long. His head was ringing or he might have noticed the person outside of the door sooner, but the moment he groaned Declan was coming in. A frown twitched at the corners of his lips and gently creased between his pale brows. So he hadn’t dreamt up Declan after all. He...

A small comfort from the honest tongue of a faerie. Yasin nodded and, wobbling precariously, moved to pass off the remnants of his soup when the leprechaun stood and approached. He didn't flinch away from Declan, but he sat back slightly in surprise, the recoil of someone unaccustomed to touch...

"Hmmm." Yasin didn't have a better response than that. Politics were not everyone's cup of tea, especially the climates between Courts. It worked in his favor that Declan didn't care. It was very odd to know someone was destined to be yours before you knew a thing about them. It was like...

He saw the tension fading from the leprechaun's expression and pity take its place. Yasin didn't like that. He had lived his whole life proud and strong. His head had never lowered, and he didn't stumble. He had stood by his sister's side and been her sword for years. How quickly that had all...

It would have been easy to let him die on the street. A lot of people would have. It said a lot about him that he didn't -- that he said he couldn't. Yasin had nothing to say back. He was compliant to his earlier instruction to eat, letting the silence coat them like a blanket of dust. The...

He saw the leprechaun’s expression turning, That probably wasn’t a great start. Yasin was uncertain how to feel. How did one normally conduct themself when meeting a soulmate? It wasn’t exactly like he’d done this before. Then again, doctrine told him he had. In another lifetime, the man in...

Somebody was talking. A voice, he realized, that he had heard before, if only briefly. It was like the perfect chime of a bell, the intonation appealing perfectly to his ear. Why was it familiar? Why was it so pleasant? His vision began to clear as he struggled against the instruction of that...

The street seemed impossibly long. The more steps he took, the more Yasin felt all the miles he’d come. Was it possible for a cwn annwn to grow weary? He’d never imagined such a thing was possible. Then again, he’d never thought his family strife was severe enough for a coup. Perhaps he wasn’t...

Leogaire was a terrible place. He’d been warned, but he’d come anyway, imagining that the warnings were exaggerations and that the city must just have had poor infrastructure or a shortage of street signs. What he’d found instead was a living, shifting body of streets and biomes. He’d tried to...