faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[Merry is in her quarters. It's silent and she is sitting at her table, the one Erevos made for her. There are pillows everywhere, strewn around the floor. She looks distraught and manic. She's been crying and there is stardust glittering on her face from all of the tears she's shed.

Erevos...

I need you.

I desperately need you.

Who: Merry and Niall
When: After this and before this
What: Merry's having a mid-love crisis
Where: Probably the lake, we'll see
Warnings: TBD

( Everyone's to blame. )

[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.]

Tell me what happened, love.

[ Vevina's voice is quiet but steady now. The volume solely determined by the sleeper currently curled up on her. ]

[Her voice is flat. Distant]

I think I've been navigating the strange that constantly breaks off and tumbles toward me so often, fairly.

There is always a distinct feeling that I've seen it all before. But it is always right on the edge. Memories, existence, dreams.

I can't sleep.


Wisp:Merry-> Vevina

[Her voice is distressed.]

I need....I...He told me to go. To leave him. To leave the Gala.



Wisp:Merry-> Niall

[She's hesitant. Very unlike her. }

Destiny hopefully knocks on the door at the right time

Who: Erevos and Merry
What: A reunion goes terribly wrong
Where: The palace
When: After this
Warnings: The feels.


( The Space Between )

[ 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: Vevina & Merry
WHAT: One fae is having an overflow of emotions.
WHEN: Some point before the anon event
WHERE: Near the feast
WARNINGS: Vev is gonna be so happy it probably needs a sugar warning.

( The feeling in her heart did not know things like boundaries right now )

[He really hates doing these, he hates drawing attention to himself at all, but needs must. So for now he’ll try to be short and to the point and hopefully that will work.]

Would anyone happen to know if there is a gramophone hidden somewhere here? I know that some machines don’t function well, but surely one of the older ones with a crank...

[The wisp trails off, uncertain. He really, really hates these sometimes.]

It isn’t necessary, of course, I simply thought it might be rather easier than trying to hunt down a full jazz ensemble.

[Merry's voice comes through...along with colors misting through her Wisp. They change. Each one different...]

Can you determine whose essence is whose, boiled down to ( colors? )

Who: Raana and Merry
What: Being caught in forever can get old
Where: Beginning at the feast.
When: Sometime, after the card reading with Robin
Warnings: Feelings and Sexy times

( What you forget I still remember But far away Not long ago When you return uhh I will be waiting In spite of all That's gone before )

Who: Robin & Merry
What: A card reading.
Where: In Merry's quarters.
When: After this
Warnings: nothing very risque.

( In these little moments, get your cards out, i am waiting In these little moments, lay your cards out, i am waiting )

[It's hard to place the emotion in her voice but there is no mistaking how far away it seems - galactic distances even in its waver. She isn't anywhere out in space. She's still at the gala but there is a thoughtfulness that has overcome her and has made her temporarily aloof.]

What color do you see when you close your eyes and think of yourself What color do others perceive you to be when they close their eyes and think of you?

Will you participate in this?

I've included a chart that will help you name the color you see, but of course, you can use your own tools to explain.

List your name, name the color you think you are and hopefully others will choose the color they think you are. Try not to peek at what others think they are so that your answers will not be influenced. This is for...( reasons.  )

[Raana, seated on a parapet high in the Starlight Palace, sends the wisps out en masse. A single wisp goes to each party-goer. Each wisp has a paper lantern cut in the shape of a star hung around its body, and the drunken little things bobble slowly through the air so they don't lose their cargo.

When they reach someone without a lantern, they shake the gift loose and pulse gently in time with Raana's voice, soft and smokey and filled with sensual promise.]

A Midwinter gift to light your paths. The paper is made from the ironwood trees in the Seelie Queen's forests, and the light comes from the soul of a dying star, braided with moonlight and dreams.

[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?

Who: Merry and Aelius
What: A delivery
Where: The feast grounds
When: After this
Warnings: Aelius' puppy face

( the earth it shifts, and I'm on the other side )

[The voice is distracted as if she's caught in the middle of something and has had to pause whatever she's doing to ask]

I need a jar of mist from the deepest churns of a midnight sea. Does anyone happen to have this?

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