˜”*°• f.r.i.e.n.d.s but everyone's fae and there's a war. •°*”˜
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𝔁𝔁𝓲𝓿.𝓿.𝓶𝓶𝔁𝔁𝓲
ɱąყ ɛ۷ɛ
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LIVRADE watched as a middle-aged woman grappled with a Seelie Lady on the street.
(Perhaps, the Lady had hoped to be inconspicuous- but no matter how hard they tried, Gentry was anything but.)“What sort of pull do you imagine I have with the Dark King?” the Lady asked, taking a step to the side in an attempt to round the woman.
“We are a family descended of your Folk, my lady. My son is a creature of light—he can't survive in that deep darkness! He will die!” The woman, who was barely contained to begin with, was now wailing and drawing a crowd of curious onlookers- Livrade among them.
“Good woman, please-”
The desperate woman clutched onto the Lady's gloved forearms so that she could not easily move away and wilted to her knees on the very sidewalk. “I’ll give you anything, anything! I swear it! Please!”
The Lady was clearly taken aback by the woman's pitiful pleas- by the trembling grasp on each of her wrists- and her wide, wild Fae eyes swung around the faces of the assembled crowd. Her eyes fell on Livrade, too, but for only a moment.
Did the Lady truly believe anyone there would come to her aid?
The Fae gave her gaze back to the bowed woman and said, “It is not that I do not desire to help you, good woman. However, there is nothing I can do for you. Let me pass.”
“Please, you’re meant to help me," replied the wretched mother, her hysteria now diminishing into hopelessness so distressing Livrade could feel it rising up through her limbs, deadening them. Others, too, in the crowd shifted uncomfortably.
"It is not a coincidence that I should cross paths with Gentry the morning after my Maelvon is carried off by the Dark Host.”
Livrade watched as the Lady closed her eyes as if she was concentrating on something internally- and when she opened them once more, they were pinned over the mother's head- cold.
“I think that it is," said the Lady, her tone causing a black pit in Livrade's stomach. "Move aside, good woman. Your son is lost. You needn’t die here on the street like this.”
“Lady, will you not ask your Queen to protect us?” It was someone else in the crowd- a young dark-headed man holding a to-go cup of coffee.
“This is not our realm.” The Shining Lady merely uttered the words, almost as if she didn't wish to be heard. She did not look at the young man- only the sidewalk ahead of her.
Another from the crowd: “We are still your people.”
“We are different creatures," the Lady replied, her strange eyes now listing slightly to the side in address to the assembled.
"We have no obligation to you."
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