phenkollic

[phenkollic]

wiildthng‌:

          Faeries are tricksters - mischievous little creatures, thieves. Gran had always said when something went missing the fae had stolen it, like a sock without its mate, house keys, sometimes jewelry. But they also can not tell a lie - somehow its impossible. She’s not sure how that works, or how true it is, but she hangs upon his every word - mind deciphering the underlying meanings as he speaks. But hes also freezing, skin practically turning blue before her. He’s not cut out for this weather nor does he wear a fur coat as thick as hers. If he passed out from hypothermia she would have to drag him back into town.

          He is speaking of a faerie ring - shes all too familiar with those, having searched for them every summer she spent in that little cottage. Would it be seen beneath all this heavy snow? Respect the fae and they would be kind to you, but never trust them. She left them little childish gifts, and spoke to them as if they were listening. The forest was her home, and it was where she ran and hid after every smack or nights when fathers drank too much of the angry juice. She was too odd, too strange, with eyes that were more than human. Even off-putting to other children. She looked like her mother. But the fae, they never took her away, never came to rescue her. She did that all by herself - all teeth and claws.  

          Suddenly there is a burst of light and hes standing a few feet away. What a neat trick.  The wolf stands, makes to follow but stops herself. You’re my wolf. She belongs to another, protects another. Sidian. She’s been with him for years. He tells her to bring him anothers heart - she does it without question. She’s been with him through everything - until the day she ran. Until the day she hurt him. The fae pats her head, but shes lost in thought again. Abruptly shes throwing back her head to howl sadly into the night - she is met with silence. No pack answers, as they are either dead or locked away in cages. 

          And with that, she slowly follows in step, intent on at least helping him get back into town before he potentially freezes to death. Kora doesn’t want to get into trouble for accidentally killing or letting someone of higher rank die. Though she knows hes perfectly equipped to take care of himself out here. 

                                                                    Faeries can not tell a lie.

END.

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wiildthng·:

          There is a lulled quietness in the air as if the whole forest has suddenly gone silent. Too silent. The wolf lifts her head, breathing in the scents around them, ears perked as if to check for any sort of threats. Like maybe a guard come to bring her back - Sidian was fickle that way. Sometimes he could change his mind on a dime. A cruel sort of punishment he’d often played on her here when the heat of their arguments got to be too much. When he had to throw his power around like a spoiled child who wasn’t getting his way. It would break her heart for him to be so cruel - to give her her power and also take them away. She tries to not dwell upon the thought for too long, not here at least. She realizes it’s the fae she is sensing - there is sadness clinging to him like a second skin. What did he have to be sad about? He was was either a civilian or a master. Either way - he was free. She herself still wasn’t free: even this forest felt like a prison.

          They both seem lost within their own little worlds before the wolf peers at him, only to suddenly throw her large head into his shoulder and brush up under his neck. His beautiful unearthly eyes had gone dull as if his special spark had gone out. Kora is very familiar with the look - she had shut down fully while that demon had tortured and scarred her. She was still a mere shell of herself, forever a little broken. And she knows he too went somewhere else and she doesnt like it. So she touches another orb, this time nipping at the air. It too sparks like a firecracker much like the first - colors extending in different directions around them. Hes laughing now, falling into the snow and rolling about happily. Fae are such unique creatures, especially this one.

         She sits beside him, tail swishing behind her on it’s own accord, looking very much like a loyal and trained pet when she could very easily sink teeth into flesh, or wings. At this time of late evening shes lethal, practically invisible within the dark of night. His sudden burst of song is lovely - familiar in a way she can not place. As if shes heard it in bits and pieces, within a dream, long past. He addresses her again, colored light disappearing - it’s dark and cold once again as he sits up. She makes a small show of digging her paws into the earth. He has a secret and she feels hes going to tell her whether or not she wishes to hear it. She glances back in the direction of the wooded trail covered in a thick blanket of snow that leads back to the city, shes still left curious, but she should get back soon.

If the bitter cold was not closing in and the snow melting into his clothes, Phen would have been happy to stay outside for as long as he could. The night sky is bright with stars, the eerie shadows of the forest that hugged each other, and the creatures that ran through the night. For others it might have been scary, a scene from a nightmare — but not for Phen. There’s a reason his apartment has been made to resemble this scenery, as close to possible to his home in the fae realm. Every person needs their own escape and in a city that is overwhelming for Phen, that apartment is his escape. There’s a comfort in knowing that even when he leaves this forest tonight, he’ll be back to another.

“Somewhere in the forest,” Phen started when he’d sat up beside the wolf. “There’s a small little ring of beautiful dark blue flowers. They’re tiny, tiny. Little wonders. I worked very hard on them. When the moon is high and full, something really special happens.” He pressed a finger to his lips. “But you shouldn’t go near them, okay? I like you. You’re my wolf.” Phen hugged her once again, enjoying the feeling of her soft fur one more time. Often times, it’s humans who find their way to the little circle. They wander at night or during the day and stray too far from the path.

In a burst of colorful light, he’s back on his feet about a foot away from Kora. He brushed off as much of the snow as he could before he clapped his hands together. “It is getting late! The moon will be gone and her rival will be up. Will you walk back with me?” Phen asked as he took a few steps forward, a hand reached out to pat Kora’s head. “You protect me and I protect you! There are a lot of scary creatures in the forest. You should never trust the shadows. And never trust the fae… but you can trust me.”

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maverickvolc‌:

It seemed that Phen really wanted to drive the point home that he was sane, he simply didn’t like being boring. Maverick still felt there was another underline reason for the males eccentric personality but he didn’t push it for now. Instead he changed the subject around. “Of all the species you’ve managed to meet over the years which one would you say is the least sane?” he was curious as to if the male had an answer. He also would probably take what he said to heart and keep his guard up around whatever species was said. “Oh I know there is so much more - I simply cant do it. I am a slave which means I’m caged away until people like you rent me.” he relied on others to take him out and pamper him, that was why he was so calm about it. He had to be if he had any chance of getting claimed and getting out of this hell hole. “I’m not okay with being here, I tolerate it - I give in because in the end I hope to get claimed and have some semblance of a life. For that to happen I have to get someone to like be enough to want to claim me. Then I can have my powers back and fae features, if I’m lucky enough to be unbranded.” It was something he could wish for, though there was no guarantee he’d get unbranded. Looking up into Phen’s bright green eyes he chuckled lightly as he spoke of how docile he was. As fingers brushed against his skin he smirked and leaned into the touch lightly. “Would you rather me not be docile?”

“Sane, sane... which one... sane, sane... Least of all would be the demons. They’ve got a few marbles rolling around inside of their heads, more than me! Demons are so boring and woe me. They don’t know how to really have fun. Tragic tales of the demons, they rule in hell but they could work on their scheming.” That sent Phen into a burst of laughter, the lights in the room under his control flashing a bit brighter between they dimmed again into their original low light. Having such a pretty Unseelie so close to him brought Phen a happiness he hadn’t had in a long time. It’s so easy to get lonely when left alone in the world. “How could anyone not like you enough?” Phen mused as he leaned forward, closer to Maverick. “Maaaaybe you will be claimed. Maaaybe you’ll be back to your normal self.” He leaned forward more and past Maverick, his lips near the other’s ear. “Maaaaybe, you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours. We have to see how much fun you are first.” There’s a quiet giggle from Phen before he leaned back and moved both his hands to Maverick’s shoulders. “Docile is boring. Who wants to be boring? Not me. Not you. I want to see the real you. That Unseelie fae, the one you are. We’re wild creatures.” Phen smirked before he sent the thought to Maverick’s head: So show me how wild you can be. To sweeten the request, Phen learned forward once again but this time to press his lips to Maverick’s.

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devilwithahaloo‌:

Freki rose a brow as the other seemed to deflate, stepping back as bulbs burst around his cell and the corridor. “You are right.” he replied, “I am nothing.” He reproached the cell bars, crouching down to look at the other. “I’m a demon, love.. We weren’t made to be nice. We were made to do just that.. Get under your skin and in your head. Being nice gets a demon nowhere.”

“Demons are annoyingly drab,” Phen bit out with narrowed eyes. “There’s so much more fun you could be having. See, there’s a box. Demons stay in the box. They’re all the same. Stupid. Stupid. Drab. I’m outside of the box. You’re no fun,” Phen stuck his tongue out at the hybrid as he rocked back on his heels. “Being a demon gets you behind bars. Being a demon gets you a lifetime of misery.”

Fresh Meat || Open

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devilwithahaloo‌:

“Its been a while since I was ‘tempted’.” he replied simply. “Perhaps you are just an addict to playing or being played, no? Because you sound like an addict right now.” He chewed on his bottom lip, looking the other over before sighing, resting against the bars, “Maybe I don’t want to touch everything, like it sounds you do..”

As if a balloon had been let go, Phen deflated very quickly. He curled in on himself, kneeling down with his arms wrapped around his legs. “I’m not an addict. I’m not an addict. What do you know about people to make such an assumption? Who are you? Nothing! Nothing!” Two of the light bulbs in the hallway began to vibrate, an audible frequency increasing in pitch as the electricity surged until s h a t t e r, the light bulbs burst. “No touch. Nope. You’re not nice.”

Fresh Meat || Open

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devilwithahaloo‌:

“Oh, well, perhaps that is something you should get under control, no?” he asked raising a brow. “What if I don’t want to be played with?” he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he approached the cell bars.

There’s a look of genuine confusion that lights up across Phen’s face. “Control is silly. And who would not want to be played with? Everyone wants to be played with. We’re all merely puppets after all, here for the grand show until the final performance comes to light.” Phen tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing in on the slave behind the bars. “Are you not a creature who falls into temptation? We all do. There’s the desire that burns, burns, burns instead all of us. It’s a fire that can never be extinguished. Quelled, maybe? But put out, never. You feel it in your head. In your eyes. In your bones. In your nightmares and in your dreams. That desire for carnal pleasure. Touch. Touch!”

Fresh Meat || Open

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doiiae‌:

Sidian couldn’t help the shift back half a step he took as the shorter man declared him a tree, the Witch cleared his throat and huffed a half laugh, no true amusement or humor touching the action. This certainly wasn’t the first time someone had commented on his height and the Witch knew that it would likely not be the last, as he was sure short people had to deal with, height jokes came for the short and the tall. Unfortunately for Sidian, he was a giant at six foot and five inches, almost smacking his head on most door frames. It had been some time since anyone had been so flamboyant about their verbal observation of his massive size. He didn’t comment on the tree business, glancing to the side as a way to ignore it before returning his dark gaze to the bowing Fae. 

Tricksters, he knew their kind, his experience was limited but Sidian had dealt with such creatures before. The Witch crossed his arms slowly over his chest as the snake around his neck finally curled away, moving down his arm to uncoil and look at the Fae, flicking its tongue to taste Phen’s scent before the serpent launched itself from Sidian only to shift smoothly into an orange cat and run off into the shop. As the Fae continued on, mentioning Kora, Sidian’s brow furrowed and his expression dropped some from the fake professional face he put on for customers, this man had come for his Kora though. 

He sighed and let his tongue flick over his bottom lip, taking the flesh between his teeth to scrape as the flesh. “This was not the business proposition I was expecting,” he voice, mild irritation dancing against his tone and expression, what was it with everyone wanting his wolf? He understood why others would be attracted to Kora, it wasn’t that which bothered him, although Sidian was a jealous man, he was also open to others entering their relationship to an extent. She was still his, though. 

“There is no item nor skill that you could give me in return for my claim,” Sidian expressed, tone a little harder than he actually meant. “Is this because you wish to fuck her? Or is there some other interest you have in her?” This Phen had said Kora was his friend so there was a chance his assumption was incorrect but Sidian couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that fluttered in his gut, the worst thing was that he liked it. If they weren’t harming Kora, Sidian rather enjoyed it when others lusted after her, it made him feel more powerful in a way.

A problem with Phen? He’s very easily distracted. Within a second, his attention can flitter to several different things and it’s very possible for him to forget what he’d originally been doing or searching for. The moment the slithering friend of the great tree was in the air and a cat, Phen’s eyes are wide and the overwhelming urge to chase after the cat is enough for Phen to rocket himself a few steps forward. Shit! Gone! Blasted. The cat is gone from his sight before he even had a chance to reach it. Now he’s in a new spot in the store and there’s suddenly different sights in front of him. Different trinkets. Different smells. Are those chicken bones? Why are there bones? Witches are odd creatures but Phen likes them. They’re like fae except not as special or pretty. Or deceptive. Or cunning. Or bright. Or tricky. Maybe they’re not like fae at all but he still likes them.

Giant tree is talking and it takes Phen a ridiculously long time to drag his attention back. Business proposition? Did he come here to make one? What business did he have? Oh! Kora! The wolf. The pretty wolf. The pretty wolf who has a grumpy owner. But Phen hardly had a chance to react to the hard pressed tone when Sidian brought up intentions.

“She’s my friend!” Phen announced, hands on his hips and a mock stern expression on his face. “I want to spend time with her. Play, play, play. Run through the woods! Giggle together! Best of friends!” Phen’s eyes are only getting brighter the more he spoke. “She’d make for the best dog! She’s black as midnight, soft as a cloud. I’m sure she’s lovely in her human form...hm just how lovely?” Oh. He could fuck her. That hadn’t crossed his mind, he’d wanted a friend. But now there’s the temptation there. How fun could that be? Phen missed having fun. People could be so boring. Maybe these two wouldn’t be boring. They’re both pretty after all and Phen loves pretty things. 

In a flash of bright colors, he’s no longer standing in front of Sidian but now sitting on top of the front counter of the store, one leg crossed over the other and Phen’s smile that of a cheshire cat. Where once there were cloudy dazed bright eyes, there are now perfectly clear startling sharp eyes. “But now you bring up something very tempting, indeed. Would you allow such a thing, Sidian of the Witches? To watch my hands explore every curve and crevasse of her body? To watch the heat rush to her cheeks in desire, her back arch from the desperate need for more under my touch?”

If even possible, the Unseelie’s smile only grew larger with his next words. “Would you let me play with you too? I’m so curious to see you uncoil, unravel… could those hands of yours that smell of sage and soil make me submit? Oh, can you imagine the fun?”

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wiildthng·:

          Hes speaking of the faerie realm - a place wayward humans occasionally find themselves trapped. At least that is what Kora remembers of the stories her gran used to tell her before she would sleep. It was supposedly a very beautiful place, she was almost jealous that she would never get to see it. That is - if he did not suddenly steal her away. Sidian would never be able to find her then. The thought leaves the wolf weary, but she quietly listens to his tale as if shes back home, in her grandmothers small countryside cottage. Its a place she hasn’t been in a very a long time, not since the elder womans passing. Kora thinks this fae would prefer the forest there over the one they currently reside.  Maybe she will tell him of it one day - where many a faerie circle could be found.

          Kora had always wanted to meet one of his kind - before she knew a wolf resided beneath her skin. She had sworn she could hear them whispering in the trees - but family thought her mad, a childs imagination on the brink of going much too far. And then - the very wolf with a faes arms wrapped around her neck - had ripped and tore its way out of her skin one night during a full moon. Kora hadn’t been crazy at all, merely in tune with the nature around her always. The brand and this place had taken that away from her. 

          Hes hugging her now, cold face pressed in to thick fur of her neck and she nudges him instinctively. She would be able to find him now with her scent upon him - that was if he continued to stay on this plane. Excitedly he pulls himself up and Kora answers his question with a small huffed bark, placing a large paw upon his leg. She did love magic - when it wasn’t being used against her. The sparks of light brighten her eyes as she looks about them - they were like brightly colored fireflies in the sky. Truly it was one of the most simplistically beautiful moments she would experience within these woods. Kora finds herself happy as her head tilts to the side when one floats in front of her face. She bops it with her nose and the orb sparks like a small firecracker, causing her to sneeze.

In the quiet of the night, in the darkness of the forest, it’s is easy to miss the look in Phen’s eyes and perhaps for that he’s grateful. There’s a sadness that lurks in the corners, one that finds its spinning threads wrapped tight around him and deep to his core. Crown Point had never been the place that he had intentions of calling home. The world is one so expansive and brilliant, there are so many other places that he could visit. But he’s tethered. There’s a dreaded thread, one black and rotten, that keeps him spinning lost in the void of this city. Returning to the fae realm for trips gives him some solace and a comfort of where his real home is but he can never stay long. No, there’s always the ticking of the clock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

There’s a sudden dark and resounding moment of clarity. It crashed into Phen with no hesitation, washing over his body and his eyes dulled, a flicker as if the light had gone out for a brief moment. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Phen doesn’t like it, no one bit. As quickly as the moment is there, it is gone in the next and Phen’s eyes are bright as they once had been, focused on the orbs of light as if he’d never actually left that reality. Had he left it for a brief space of time?

Phen’s expression is back to that of child-like wonder, following all the little orbs and watching the one that comes across to Kora’s face. There’s a cast of color against her black fur, Phen giving a soft oh at the sight of the display. He breaks into laughter when she sneezed from the orb and rolls himself over into the snow, laying down and looking up at the canopy and the lights until his laughter is that of mere giggles. “They’re so pretty,” he coos before making grabby hands at the wolf again from where he’s laying. “All of the beautiful lights, colorful and glowing. From their windows the humans are dazzled, unknowing. They wander through the forests, following with eyes so entranced. Past trees of willow, elm, and pine they danced. Such a delight, they found the beautiful lights only to find themselves caught in a trap. Oh those silly humans, so prone to mishap.” Phen rattled off, his voice singing in the words with no intention of keeping quiet. He’s one with the forest. One with the night.

“But you!” Phen suddenly exclaimed to the wolf. “Not you. No, never you. You’re not a pesky human. You’re a beautiful wolf who deserves only the show!” He waved his hand in the air, the colorful orbs disappearing. “Can I tell you a secret little wolf? You can’t tell anyone! Not a single soul.”

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evcngeline·:

“nobody likes this place.” her voice rang out from the darkness of her cell. since the last snowstorm she was returned to the cold, unwelcoming cell where she’d been living since her capture. she had heard his singing as he approached, the clever tune bringing a smile to her otherwise expressionless face. emerging from the shadowy darkness she approached the barred door of her cell, gazing upon the creature outside.. “it isn’t always this loud, my cellmates and i have just been returned to captivity after a taste of freedom, they’re mourning their freedom in the only way that they can. our voices is all some of us have.” 

No one? Phen can’t believe that to be true. A place like this wouldn’t exist if there weren’t people who like it, but perhaps it depends on just who he spoke to... which side of the line. Good or bad. Superior or inferior. All the ones down in the cells were just little play toys or maybe something to pass the time or for someone like Phen: an endless world of possibilities. “Ah, no! That is only what you believe!” Phen answered to voice, his eyes finding the source of it. “Your voices are never all you have and for some their voices are never something they have! Depends on the tale. On the thread of life. Depends on the creativity of the being and their ingenuity.” Phen’s in front of the cell, his fingers wrapping around the bars as he looks over the girl with bright eyes--the startling bright green of his fae eyes. “Look at you, a bird in a cage. Is it tragic? Is it greatness? What is your destiny? So many questions! Ah!” Phen leaned even closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you like to dance? You’re pretty! I could see you spinning round and round and round.” The Unseelie started to spin in place, slow with a humming tune.

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doiiae·:

It had been quiet, something that had been rather rare for the Witch as of late, what with having to organize the shop and dealing with the demons who had messed with his Kora, Sidian had been a busy man, and as he often did when he was busy the tall man found solace in the arms of his plants, tucked in the greenhouse he had constructed behind the actual magic shop itself. That was where he was when he caught his name on the tongue of a sing-songy voice, his Familiar, one recently returned to him hissed and coiled up his arm to lace around his neck as if it were a snake, the witch affectionately rubbed the serpents head, wiping his hands free of dirt before making his way through to the shop.

His gaze easily spotted the individual who had entered, looking over the shelves with little difficulty as he made his way through the shelves towards the other male. Flashing the smallest of what he hoped to be a professional smile Sidian finally reached the other, leaving a few paces between them and nodding in a form of greeting. “Welcome, I am who you seek, how may I help you, friend?” The snake around his neck hissed and slithered itself securely around Sidian’s neck, more like a necklace now than a scarf and Sidian once again reached up to rub at its head gently. 

This is Sidian? This is not who he expected. Not a single one of the guards at the chateau had mentioned that he was a towering tree of a man. Phen tilted his head back to be able to meet the eyes of the witch, expression one of pure shock instead of the usual friendly smile. “Tree! You’re a towering tree! A man of more than six feet high, he could almost touch the sky!” Phen clapped a hand over his lips to try to keep in the giggles that escaped him after his short song. That’s not what he came here for, no. He came here for the wolf! Reminded of that, his eyes looked around the shop as if he would see her come out of hiding. No wolf. Only a snake? That’s not furry and soft and warm.

“I’ve come to make you an offer you can’t resist. For I am Phen Kollic, the Unseelie Fae of mischief and creativity.” As if to add to the greeting, he swept an arm down to his waist and the other outward as he did a bow and straightened back up. “You’re the owner of Kora the wolf, are you not? She is my friend, I’ve deemed her as such. A kind and beautiful wolf and I would like her. You can have the aid of my abilities to help for anything that you might need or I can fetch you any item in this world you may need if you give me the lovely Kora.”

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wiildthng·:

          There is something very different about these woods, as if something more is lurking within there depths.  This place does not remind Kora of home, but the electric hum of magic in the air draws many a creature near. For now - it is as close as she will get unless she decides now to make for an escape. However, Sidian trusts her enough not to run far - she would hate to break that trust again. 

          And this fae - peering at her through eyes so bright, she knows she should be more cautious. Faeries were known for their trickery and violence when they think themselves disrespected. They were also rumored to steal sleeping babies from their cribs and replace them with changelings. She is reminded of every story her grandmother had ever told her and yet - this faeries touch was gentle as fingers carded through her dark fur. She’d only ever allowed Sidian or pack to touch her like this - it truly is a quiet sort of intimacy. One she hadn’t realized she so desperately needed after being in this hell for so long. 

          She allows him to touch freely, even goes as far as to tilt her head for more gentle scratches behind her ears. Hes cold. But Kora’s temperature runs hot and the cold hardly phases her. Ears draw back at his question and she glances back toward the thick line of trees in which she had come from as if to tell him she lived within the town. He wasn’t a wolf so their communication was limited. After a moment she drew nearer, plopping her heavy body down next to his own under the tree with a quiet huff, warm fur pressed against his side. She did need a rest after all before she needed to head back. 

Phen’s eyes follow in the direction that the wolf looked. A tree? Did she live in a tree? That’s odd. He didn’t know of wolves to live in trees. That would have to be extremely uncomfortable! Phen’s mind momentarily boggled at the thought of how that would even work until his brain stopped and he realized his mistake. That was the direction of the city. The direction that he would eventually trek his way back to whenever he would need to go home. 

“You live in the city. Sad. It isn’t pretty. These woods are pretty, but you should see my home. It’s the most beautiful realm. The woods there are gorgeous, you would love them.” There’s a dreamy quality to his voice, as if he hadn’t just been home mere minutes ago. Taking the wolf to the fae realm would be a very bad idea. Even if it was tempting, Phen was going to be good. Besides, someone would try to steal the wolf from him and that wouldn’t make for a very happy Phen.

A noise of surprise and pure happiness escapes him when the wolf walks close and sit next to him. The soft fur and warmth of her body is a comforting presence beside him and Phen can’t help but lean into it before he throws his arms around her neck and just buried his face into the fur. “You’re going to be my new best friend. My best wolf friend. Do you wanna see a trick? Of course you wanna see a trick!” Phen sat up slightly, still leaning into Kora as he reached a hand out. It was slow at first, a few sparkles in the air here and there before suddenly surrounding them were bright colorful orbs of light, dimming and brightening as they bobbed in their place. “Isn’t it so pretty... so many colors...”

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seren-ityx·:

“Yo dude, I really can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or are just really that shit faced” The woman admitted and then looked down at the cupcake that was offered, her eyebrow arching at him. “Okay, I mean I have been given weird things, I used to use lightbulbs to smoke crack in…” she admitted, taking the item and looking it over, her nose wrinkling “Just as a point, if this kills me or seriously injures me, my Mistress will probably shit a brick and come find you”

Shit faced. Phen most certainly would not equate himself to being shit faced. He didn’t like some of the slang the people in this realm used. It made no sense and he never made any sense. “It’s a piece of cake,” Phen reassured the woman. Not a lie. It is a piece of cake. Just not an ordinary cake but that had not been the question. “It won’t kill you, that I can promise. You just might see lots and lots of colors. Or maybe you’ll dance in circles. Or maybe you’ll feel like you’re flying. Who knows, try a bite and let’s find out! It’ll be a high unlike any other.” Phen was hardly worried about a Mistress coming after him, she’d be in one piece.

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maverickvolc·:

He didn’t remember his family right away? That was curious. Though after a few seconds of really thinking about it he came to a conclusion. So he had a sister, Zelda - not a name he was familiar with. Then again not all fae were aquatinted with one another. “I don’t blame her, not many do - our realm is superior after all.” He saw that now after being in this realm for so long. Hearing the other speak of friendships he arched a brow. “They make you look sane? Does that mean they were slapped by the darkness even harder than you were?” He’d never met a fae like Phen so to think there were more that made less sense all the time was puzzling. “Do you not like being sane? Is it boring or something?” he added on to his previous question - hoping to get even a little bit of an answer. As Phen shifted Maverick pulled his hand from the masters hair to allow him to go where he wanted. Though it didn’t seem he was going to far as he watched the male get on all fours and crawl over to him. Closing the distance even further as he got in his lap, straddling him. Maverick’s eyes widened a bit but he didn’t complain, he didn’t mind it after all. Feeling a warm hand on his chest he smirked as he kept his eyes on Phen. “What do I like? At this point in my life the only hobby I have is reading and sex. Not that I don’t like both of those things - I do. I just wish I could do more.” but being stuck in a cell didn’t allow for that.

It comforts Phen to know that despite the other Unseelie having spent so much time stuck in this realm, his thoughts hadn’t changed. The fae realm is superior. There’s always a tragic bleakness that follows whenever Phen crossed between the barrier of the two realms. Going home was always a source of excitement while leaving would be a source of sadness. Phen might get lonely, but he doesn’t blame any of the other Unseelies for not wanting to come over. “I was not slapped by darkness,” Phen huffed. “Others might have been... slapped seems like such a funny word. Touched. Touched by darkness. Not fae though. Other species. Some of them are crazy. I’m sane. I’m.. I’m..” Phen closed his eyes, head tilted to the side as his fingers curled inward against Maverick’s chest. “Being normal is boring. I don’t like boring. I don’t like boredom. But I’m sane. I’m sane. I’m just...” Broken. He doesn’t say it, he can’t say the word and instead he does what he does best and diverts away from it. “Reading and sex are both fun, fun, fun. But there’s so much more to the world. It’s a never-ending sea of possibilities. But you like sex. Is that why you’re okay with being here, being like this?” Phen questioned, head still tilted to the side but his eyes opening and the bright green somehow brighter than usual for the fae. “So docile.” Phen walked his fingers up Maverick’s chest, one fingertip at a time until he reached the collarbone and brushed the tips along the hard lines.

[phenkollic]

Any favorites yet?

“Hm, you want to know my favorites? Why should I spill my secrets? I like them for their uniqueness. I’m sad though, one of them cannot be mine. Someone has already discovered that gold mine.”

[phenkollic]

What turns you on the most?

“Turns me on? Am I a button? No. I would be a dial. Twist, twist, twist. I like a lot of things. I love experimenting. There’s something about being dominated that I do love oh so much. Bonus points if I can’t walk later.”