Fae Courts Gnirebmemer!

[Curcurbita]

They were definitely dead.

Curcurbita checked again in case he might be mistaken but, yes, yes they were VERY dead. The missing heart was a bit of a giveaway but he waved his hand over the blank eyes that rested in the look of terror on the grim visage of the corpse.
"Hello? Are you, um are you able to survive... this? Miss?"
It was in trying to get this dead person's attention that he noticed the stains on his hand. Checking both he confirmed they were covered in blood.
"Oh..."

Spinning he looked for someone, anyone who might be able to tell him who this person was or what happened.
He was entirely alone in a dim lit room that looked like it was a bed chamber high off somewhere, he knew not where and there was a key in the door. Which he checked, leaving a bloody print on the handle. The door was locked.

Somewhere in the room he heard the fluttering of a moth and he felt he should really know something about that but it entirely escaped him. His mind was preoccupied with the scene before him. Casually he looked out the window. There was a city, it was night but which one he did not recognise.
"This is not right, not right at all."
Bringing his withered and gnarled fingers up to his eyes again he examined them a second time.
"And yet very familiar!"
He mused not hearing the hurried footsteps come to just outside the door.

 

[Curcurbita]

One hour previous...

This was terrible.
"This play is terrible!"
The so called actors held bags of flowers and were jumping about slapping each other with them while jumping on a massive feather bed.
"Is this what passes for jesting?"
He had been away all too long. Performances years ago were grand, they had JOKES. Not naked nymphs with painted faces opening their mouths in feigned ecstacy like fish.

"I have to leave, this hurts my pips!"
Up Curcurbita got and caring not for the other patrons he let his long hanging frame obscure as many folk as possible before he made it to the isles and when he emerged into the cool night are beyond the discontented sounds of those he had disturbed he found he was not alone. The night was fresh and it made his leafs crisp, so he decided to greet them.
"Oh, hello. Did you also find the show inane, full and worthy only of scorn and backsides?"

 

[Curcurbita]

Thirty minutes later...

"Oh, I agree full heartedly, this is a splendid view and you have it all to yourself."
He could see the whole city from the balcony. Lights flickering like a sea of stars in the dark.
A drink was brought and he took it in a gnarled hand.
"I'm so sorry, but I have forgotten your name again. Please excuse my condition!"
Curcurbita bowed and prostrated before her and he felt certain it was not the first time he had done it.
She laughed, it was a melodious noise and she told him again who she was.