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If he notices her jump back from the splash of mud, he doesn't pay it any mention. He agrees with the sentiment, though. Awful thing to have mud on one's shoes. Awful thing to have mud anywhere at all, really.

"Isn't that convenient. I was afraid I'd be trekking through this entire realm just for an audience with your monarch... or monarchs." He offers her his arm as he accepts her offer to bring him to the castle. "I have a matter I'd like to discuss with them. There are hounds escaping this realm and wrecking havoc on the mortal one, you see. One even attacked a poor innocent human innkeeper and, had I not been there..." He bats his long eyelashes at her, that perfect smile of his playing at the corners of his lips. "Have you heard anything about escapee hounds lately?"

The mud splatted on the ground and Ada did a small skip of a hop backward to keep any from landing on her shoes. She wouldn’t mind getting dirty if he needed help, of course, but she dreaded the consequences of tracking mud into the castle.

A breath of laugher left Ada at his reply, and she smiled at him in return, her grasp on her bag relaxing. “No, I’m- I’m not, you’re right.” He looked unsuited to living in the woods himself, with his sleek waistcoat and embroidery the seamstress couldn’t help admiring. She decided not to say this aloud.

“And yes, you’re rather close to the castle.” She nodded in the right direction through the trees before turning back to him. “I’m headed there myself, actually. I could bring you there if you’d like.”

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🔥 because I’m a sucker for them, I want to hear his thoughts about what went down in the tent. 😇

send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.

"It may be easier for me to tell you what didn't happen in the tent," he replies, trying his very best not to smirk. "No, I very simply did my very best to prove to Emily how entirely devoted I did to her. I worshiped her as I believe she deserves to be worshiped and took my sweet time pleasuring her all damn night because, to be completely frank, I'd fantasized about that very moment for almost as long as I'd known her. Of course I never thought it would happen in a tent, nor while I was possibly dying of poisoning... Though I am happy to say that I lived to, you know, go down on my betrothed another day..."

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🔥 + wendell’s most embarrassing spicy encounter 🎤

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"Hmm... Probably the first time Dr. Wilde discovered I was having what she calls a dalliance while we were sharing accommodations on a research trip. I wasn't embarrassed, but the poor girl in bed with me certainly was.

Dr. Wilde had grown frustrated with how long it was taking me to get up, but she hadn't realized how strenuous of a night I'd had and how blissful of a sleep I was engaged in. She'd been pounding on the damn door so forcefully that it'd opened to reveal tangled limbs and a fully-exposed French barmaid. Then there was screaming on both sides and I was still half asleep and very much naked. Then she blamed it all on me for not having locked the door! As if any of that was my fault..."

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Dispense with the facade? If only it were that simple. Wendell glowers, his eyes appearing even darker than before. He had hoped Morgan would act as an ally and keep this secret of his, not require that he, what, go blabbering about it to all of the Round Table? "It is not wise to make an enemy of me," he says through a clenched jaw. "What is it that you'd have me do. hmm? Would you chase me out of Camelot?"

__________♕    HER    LIPS    PURSE    AT    HIS    ANNOYANCE,    her   own   patience   beginning   to   dwindle    (    she   hadn't   thought   she   was    unkind    in   the   encounter    –    even   if   morgause   would   snicker    &&    say   her   younger   sister   had   a   habit   of   making   messes   where   none   had   once   been    )    the   sorceress   tilts   her   head,    her   voice   steeling   a   fraction.    ❛    nor   are   you.    i   believe   i   asked   you   a   question   first.    perhaps   we   can   dispense   with   the   facade   now   that   you've   all   but   confirmed   what   i've   seen.    ❜

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🔥 i wanna be nosy abt his first time 😔 confess the deets!!!!

send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.

"Oh God. You're doing your best to embarrass me, aren't you?" Wendell buries his head in his hands and groans. "I think I was fourteen? That's when I discovered I could smile at a girl in such a way that she'd blush and, well, you can see where I'm going with this...

We'd been hosting the monarch of one of the other Irish realms and his daughter... I don't remember her name, but I do remember she had fiery red hair. Ah, not the princess. She was a piece of work. No, I slept with her handmaiden.

I'd grown bored of the party and she hadn't been allowed into the party. I'd gone for a walk down by the lake and found her in a grove of attentive oaks, which to this day I find rather brave of her. I forget all that was said, but then I was kissing her lips and down her neck and then I had her against a tree and then on the ground and then in my bed the next day and, well, you get the picture. I sincerely hope that's enough detail for you."

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send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.

this could be a question about their kinks, about fantasies, about preferences etc.

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THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL 4.08 | How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?

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⊹emily x wendell⊹

"You don't believe me?’ He smiled, all mischief, a look I'd seen from other Folk, enough to know not to trust him one inch. ‘Ask for my true name, and I'll give it to you.’ ‘Why on earth would you do that?’ I demanded, yanking my hand back. ‘Oh, Em,’ he said forlornly. ‘You are the cleverest dolt I have ever met." -Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries

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can I have a sword ?

"If you can prove to me that you one, know how to use a sword, and two, have reason for having a sword, then perhaps I'll oblige. I don't go about handing out swords all willy-nilly. I'm not the goddamn Lady of the Lake."

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@nuhlas said: "The council exists to serve the realm, not the other way around."

"The council exists to be a nuisance," he returns sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose to keep the headache threatening to overtake him at bay. He reaches out and very suddenly a cup of coffee is placed in his hand. "No, but I am in agreement with you, Lady Nuala, which is why I've the intention of reshaping my council to better reflect the realm and not be completely overrun by ancient fae who haven't left these castle grounds in centuries." He looks up to catch his uncle's glare and he can't help but smile. Lord Taran will grumble about it for an hour or so and then forget about the slight entirely. "This kingdom would benefit from diverse perspectives, wouldn't you agree?"

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@nuhlas said: “ It’s most likely a coincidence. This is just a story. ”

"Just a story?" Dr. Bambleby tilts his head back and laughs, finding the thought to be so utterly absurd. It's an odd picture, his blonde hair catching the light in such a way that he seems utterly otherworldly. "Nothing is just a story when you're dealing with the Folk, my dear, and nothing is a coincidence. There are patterns that weave through the very fabric of the Otherlands that are so painfully obvious to an outside observer, but are difficult for one to see when, say, one becomes a story oneself." He's been walking with a book tucked under his arm, which he now flips open, looking at her expectantly. "I'd love to hear this story of yours again. Perhaps I can help shed some light what may be at play behind the scenes."

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pokes his cheek

Wendell watches Siegfried, an amused glimmer in his eyes. "What? Are you trying to make sure I'm real?"

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Val Gardena | The Dolomites | Italy | July 2025

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Wendell removes his cloak and gives it a good shake, causing all of the mud that had previously threatened to ruin it to fall to the ground with an unceremonious splat. Much better.

The black waistcoat he wears is perfectly tailored and intricately embroidered with silver thread. He hasn't much use for such a garment in his role as a professor, but he figures he should dress up if he is to barge his way into the throne room of a foreign faerie kingdom. He throws his now clean cloak over his shoulder and turns his attention back to his means of arrival, avoiding the mud puddle this time. The portal itself is hidden between some ferns and is not likely to be discovered unless one is looking for it. He wonders if Bran may be simply slipped through a similar door.

It is kind of her to offer to help instead of, well, siccing a cù sìth on him. "Would you mind telling me where I am? I assume I'm not terribly far from the castle because..." He gives her a good once-over, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "You don't appear to be equipped to live in these woods. No offense."

Ada herself had met many faeries in this realm who delighted in scaring and doing harm, especially to strangers. The least she could do was reassure this stranger she didn’t hold the same tendencies.

She’d been returning to the palace after delivering an invitation. The thud of his arrival hadn’t escaped her notice, and despite the long list of other chores she needed to finish during the day, she couldn’t bring herself to simply ignore the sounds of distress.

Her concern only deepened at his words and his efforts to clean his cloak. Had he injured himself? Where had he appeared from? She took another hesitant step toward him, clutching her messenger satchel closer to her side. “May I help you?”

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No, he's not alright. The damn door deposited him straight into what must be muddiest mud puddle in the entire realm. He'd come through slant-wise too, causing him to slip in the most embarrassing, un-faelike manner. So now he's covered in mud and grumbling incessantly about it.

It's not the question, but the reassurance that she's not scary and will not hurt him that draws his attention from angrily attempting to brush the mud off of his cloak. "I..." His brow furrows. No, she is not scary at all. "I appreciate that. You attempting to hurt me would only add insult to injury at this point."

“Are you alright?” Ada stepped closer, eyes bright with worry, and raised both hands in a pacifying gesture as she fumbled for reassurances. “Don’t worry. I’m… I’m not scary. I won’t hurt you.”

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Wendell had considered tending to the broken door, but decided that it would be two person job. Especially considering the fact of the metal hinges. Though he did not have the same difficulty with iron and other metals than his less powerful brethren, dealing with some metals over a prolonged amount of time did have its discomforts.

Fine as in unharmed and alive. Unlike some of his counterparts at Cambridge, he does not intend to immediately grill the poor boy with questions as soon as he enters the room. No, he'll leave him to his tea and bring him into the conversation as much as he finds comfortable.

"I'm not sure what bargain you made with it, but..." His lip curls at the thought of how terrible that deal must be. "If it acts this completely useless all of the time, then I'm not even sure it's fulfilling its portion. I'd consider that grounds for breaking whatever terms you have, really." It's all speculation, but he decides that Feld may not appreciate Maude this sort of council from one of the fae. Perhaps it'll make it behave.

"Some Folk are not appreciative of having their plans thwarted," he answers, folding his arms and leaning back far enough in his chair that it's balancing on one leg. "I wonder if they intended on replacing him with a changeling here and keeping him in Faerie for God knows low long." A pause. "Of course that's merely speculation. I'm not sure why else they'd be keen on keeping a mortal child."

He lets out a soft snort in agreement with her assessment on their level of violence. "I'm not a complete stranger to the realms that exist in Wales," he muses. "I visited one or two with my father when I was a child, but I'm sure the reception they gave us was far different than the one they gave poor Bran. I could seek an audience with their monarch. Either they're unaware of the situation or they're the reason behind it."

Yes, she did know about the trickiness of blood stains on clothing. It simply hadn’t crossed her mind in the slightest, despite the fact Maude tended to clean when stress overwhelmed her. There was too much stress this time, too much wrong. The broken front door, her shaken apprentice, how quickly the beast had sensed the broken wards. Thank goodness Nettie was spending time with a friend in the nearby town, otherwise there’d be no quelling her curiosity.

Maude had also spotted the claw marks on the wall. Feld’s doing, she guessed. Nuisance of a creature.

“Bran is fine.” As fine as he could be, under the circumstances. “Not quite fine enough to answer questions yet, though.” Hopefully he’d feel better after a warm drink. He couldn’t eat most human foods, but to Maude’s immense relief, they’d found that he could still drink tea if she made it carefully enough. A boy couldn’t live on tea alone, though.

She set the full kettle on the stove, and with a little spark of magic, flames flickered to life beneath it. Warm appreciation and approval glimmered in the innkeeper’s gaze at Wendell’s tidiness. It was impressive, and one less thing to worry about.

The ‘useless bird’ comment earned an amused huff from Maude, not quite a laugh but the closest she’d gotten to one. “Believe me, I’d throttle it if I could.”

She settled in a chair across from Wendell, still a bit hesitant around him, and waited for the water to boil. “I don’t know why they’re so keen on keeping Bran. They never gave us a chance to ask. If they told Bran, he doesn’t remember. As far as I know, he stumbled into Faerie once and they’ve simply never given up on him since then.” Her finger traced a dark groove in the tabletop, her tone grim. “They certainly don’t mind harming anyone who gets in their way. As for harming Bran, I think they want to bring him back to their realm regardless of whether he’s in one piece.”

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