faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[Her voice is a shriek of horror across the wisps. She's distraught about the library closing. Panic is bubbling.]


The library is closed and it's all your fault Felix! Apologise to Damen and his books at once!

[His voice sounds slightly panicked, but it's also clear that Félix is attempting to control it and maintain some level of decorum. A level that wobbles a bit as there's a sound of something nearby that's almost like... rustling pages?]

These books are biting! Who's idea was this?

Darling, are you available, or are you busy moaning underneath someone? I can come back.

[She sighs, this all due to Vevina's music no doubt. London steadies herself.]

I would like to see you. Is this alright?

Hello, my darlings. I've been working on something since I arrived and I thought that I might share it with all of you. Please compliment them well, these sprites have worked hard for this performance.

[ There's a pause, a rustle, and then a rising chorus of tiny chatter that could be words, but they speak so fast that picking out any word is next to impossible. ]

Calm down, my tiny loves, you'll get your treats, but first....

[ Suddenly the chaotic chatter dies down into a soft, melodic hum of many in tune voices that grow into perfection. ]

Thank you, lovelies. I do hope you all enjoy this. I think we could use a little more music at this party, yes?

[ The sprites begin to sing and those familiar with the human world might find a few familiar songs in a lilting chorus that mimics human voice but with an otherworldly quality. Those fae used to such things will recognize some of the songs as Sovan's creations. Those inclined towards sweet feelings towards a particular individual might find their thoughts gently turned in the direction of that person (or persons) for whom they hold such feelings. However, the suggestion is a gentle one.]

( song list )

[Written Wisp: Damen/Everyone]

While I have spoken to many, it seems my words bear repeating.

Things that the library is for: reading, research, and similar activities.

Things that the library is not for: waging war against sugary concoctions, revelry (on or off the furniture or books), weeping, any one of the many variations of hide and seek, matchmaking of any kind, brawling, or any other pasttime that doesn't relate to the acceptable activities list.

[The wisps come bearing presents, each carrying a heart, uniquely beautiful, lovingly carved, exquisitely crafted.

Her voice is low and soft, heavy-laden with honeyed desire and the weighty blanket of satisfaction. Each word is a gentle purr, a lover's croon.]

I am much too much, my power made complete. To bear it alone would be a sin, even among those of us who believe in so such thing.

Take it, beloved. To each of you, a piece of me.

[Each heart contains a core of throbbing light, crystalline and iridescent. Shifting, writhing, it maintains no shape and shifts through them all. A piece of Raana's power, crystallized in light, made incandescent by Niall. A gift without price or expectation. Passion in the palm of your hand, should you choose to take it.]

[voice wisp: everyone]

I don't know about the rest of you, but I thoroughly enjoyed this venture. It was refreshing to...let go. I didn't even know I needed to let go.

What were your experiences?

[voice wisp: "hood"]

Do you still wish to meet?

[ His voice projects evenly; a shadowy, stoic quality to it. There is a trace of some unnamed emotion lingering beneath the surface. He's been gone a long while, and there are repercussions to that - some pleasant, some complicated. ]

It's been quite some time. I'm in need of a drink, and to be told a story. The ones that are true are far more compelling.

Would anyone care to indulge me?

Who: Doran and London
What: Reading and cuddling.
Where: The Library
When: A little into the feast.
Warnings: TBD

( And I know when you're around, cuz I know the sound, I know the sound of your heart. )

[Wisp: Aelius → Everyone]
[His voice sounds a bit harried.]

Asking for a friend: good yule gifts for friends and family that don't require murdering a human, sacrificing a bull, or killing the sun. Go.

[Mirror: Aelius → Winter]
[He's in her room, whittling a stick into a stick without bark. There is a bucket beside him. It may have blood in it.]

Snowflake. Would you like to go on a date?

[The books are set down for now, and her mind for once is quiet, but seeing all that is around her curiosity blooms and she wishes to know.]

What is your favorite thing about making love?

[his voice is low, a twinge of laughter lacing his words.]

Well, now that His Majesty's made his greetings known, I thought I'd extend a welcome of my own. Welcome, welcome all to the Unseelie realm. The feast itself is the safest of areas, unless you find the library - which is welcoming in its own way but a frightful bore. But there's plenty to see here, though you should be wary before venturing to the palace proper.

And of course, if anyone wants a personal tour of the dungeons, I'm your Fae.

WHO: Doran & London.
WHAT: Meeting, a rescue and some cuddles.
WHEN: The beginning of the feast.
WHERE: The tundra's and then to the feast!
STATUS: Complete!
WARNINGS: A little sadness turns into fluff, so nuuu.

( You needn’t worry, London. There’s still plenty of hope for you here. )

[Her wisp ripples, like pond water, it's never completely steady ... at least, not usually. When she speaks it sounds more like she is wondering aloud, but no indeed, she is talking to everyone and befuddlement graces each syllable.]

Fond. He was fond of riddles.

Riddles.

They can have more than one answer, yes?

So here, one.

You can carry it everywhere you go, and it does not get heavy. What is it?

[There's a kind of shrill snap, followed by a crackle, followed by the sound of an abbreviated shriek of horror. When the woman speaks, there is tightly controlled panic in her voice.]

Has everyone forgotten their manners? Why is that—that young man walking about unclothed? Where are the chaperones? Why is everyone here pressing on me a dubious drink meant to cloud the mind?

What. Is. This.

Are you alright? Nothing happened to you in the gardens, did it? I-I'd still understand if it had.

[pause]

My luck was rather good.

Mortals, if I could peel the skin from your bones I would. If the King gave me permission, I'd strip the life from nearly every single one of you.

But I can't. Be happy.

[With very heavy sarcasm.] So it's super awesome to realize that all of you are psychotic assholes. By which I mean not awesome at all. Who knew that your King making us be honest would make everyone into jerks? Wow.

I l-like this one.

[a pause as he eyes his wisp.]

I had g-gott-gotten it to stop writing my stammer and show s-some compassion, but I'm afraid I just said s-something very rude to it. One day, I'll c-crush this ridiculous creature with a very- with a very large book. In any c-c-c-c-c-c-case-

[he very well might crush it with an encyclopedia or an old world atlas within the next five minutes.]

I d-d-d-d-did not stutter that many t-t-t-t-t-t-

[another pause as he searches for something complimentary and truthful to say.]

W-w-wisp, you are useful. I appreciate that you l-let me talk to others without h-having to see their faces. And now I c-can read and hear what you all really think of each other.