Characters: Atreus [Open to all] Setting: New Orleans, the French Quarter; April 9th - Early afternoon Content: TBD - fairly G at the moment Summary: The fae prince reflects a bit as he roams the city. Progress: In progress.
There was something about the human world that often called to him. Atreus had yet to put his finger on what, exactly.
Perhaps it was as simple as the fact that it was different. Duller, in some ways. Color for example. So many people that looked so dreadfully plain and similar to his eyes. There were no glorious splashes of color like he knew, no beautiful creatures with flowing violet hair and soft lavender skin or eyes with colors like a burning fire and skin the color of crushed brick. Many times when he looked at the moving crowds he felt like someone had drained the saturation out of the colors of the world. He could find some, here and there, but it was artificial. No matter how the humans unknowingly tried they could never compare to the colors and shades of Faerie.
Even nature, what bits of it he could find outside of cities, felt somewhat muted. Almost restrained. He had heard there were some places that looked and felt more like the world he knew. Some said there were places that even compared to Faerie, but he chalked such talk up to exiled Fae that had been among the humans too long. Nothing compared to Faerie, just like none could compare to the Sidhe.
Perhaps what drew him was that the world lacked the mark of the Fae. More than that, it was for all intents and purposes, out of the reach of the Courts. It was not somewhere the Fae could -- or particularly wanted to -- claim. For Atreus, that also meant an escape from the politics of Court. It could be a nasty business being a prince and possibly destined to rule the Unseelie Court. People always wanting to know your business or gain your favor. Or trying to kill you. There was also much talk within the Court about how to handle the human world now that the humans were once more aware of the Fae. Everyone seemed to have an opinion and, as with anything, many of those opinions clashed. After awhile it all turned to noise to Atreus and he had to distance himself from it before he started voicing his feelings.
No, he wasn't particularly thrilled at the way they had been revealed to the humans. Personally he kind of felt if the humans were so ignorant as to have forgotten their existence, let alone been oblivious to the other races in their midst, then they didn't deserve to be reminded. He was on the side of those who thought maybe some who had been exiled that couldn't keep their mouths shut should have been killed instead, or otherwise silenced.
The prince was no fool. He had been making quiet trips to the human world for years, he simply knew enough not to speak of it or to be foolish about revealing himself. Hence his associations with others who also felt a need to hide what they truly were from the humans. Sometimes, it was nice to not have the baggage of who and what he was.
However, Atreus wasn't always the best at fully blending in with the humans. Oh, he masked his natural coloring, but he didn't like to completely dull down his appearance. How else was he supposed to glean enough attention to stay sated? Furthermore, why should he have to tone himself down just because humans couldn't measure up? It could also be difficult to hide several centuries worth of breeding and life at Court. Often Atreus tried not to consciously draw undue attention to himself, but sometimes it just couldn't be helped.
That afternoon such seemed to be the case, as the fae felt various sets of eyes on him as he strolled down the street in the French Quarter. He had no particular destination in mind, much to the annoyance of the heavily glamoured guard that trailed a few yards behind him trying to be inconspicuous. In the human world Atreus felt more free to give in to impulsive thoughts and desires; to simply wander and wait for something to catch his attention. Besides, nature was offering a pleasant day, with a clear sky and gentle breeze. To have stayed indoors would have felt disrespectful.