faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

I hope the deadness of wisp-net means you're all getting laid or something.

[Her voice is steely cold, emotionless]

That is never happenin' again.

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.

[She is snarly, and angry, smacking her lips a moment after eating the confectionery.]

I will bloody well pay someone to sew my lips together until this thing passes.

I've been thinking, turning over a question in my mind. As I've come to no good end, I put it to you: where, do you think, is the difference between fae and human? What makes us different and yet so similar?

[Her dry voice breaks through, pondering, edged by curiosity masking itself as dullness, or perhaps that is the intent.]

Who knew so many broken hearts could still beat so fiercely. Tell me, what is it you're so afraid of?

[He sounds about as nostalgic as a millennia old fae can be. The moratorium on bloodshed is something he can live with, but he does miss it. He can't help reminiscing as his time draws near. It used to be so vital.]

This year's festivities have been entertaining. The truce has managed to hold much to the credit of the King and Queen. Yet I find myself remembering the feasts of centuries past. They seemed so much more [...] vibrant. Even the celebrations in the mortal realm were different then. There was such urgency. There was so much life.

I would play a scene, would any care to watch. Or to play themselves as well were the mood to strike. The library holds more scripts than a man might read in his life and 'twould be a shame to let them sit in idleness. The Lord, after all, hates an idle man and He must surely think the same of an idle mind or an idle book. Gifts ought to be used an they were given.

Who Regan Kavanagh, Anthony Bishop
What: Regan is a little... tense.
Where: The feast.
Rating: None yet.

( Mad human. )

I still linger on the maze. I suppose this is what happens when you taste true submission on another's lips. It was fun. I shall think of it often. I doubt I shall try it so thoroughly anytime soon.

[His low voice is raspy and every now and then it cracks and drops one of his syllables. You can hear the yawn he's holding back almost escape in his pauses.]

I have had it with this Pamela. It's a terrible story. I know most consider putting your nose in a book at a party a waste of time, but you are wasting time on top of wasting time reading this bundle of tinder. Write a letter to someone who cares, Pam.

Anybody have any recommendations? Nothing too recent or I won't be able to open it. A gentleman never reveals his age, but I'll say I'm younger than Shakespeare.

Who Regan Kavanagh
What: A narrative; Regan visits her brother.
Rating: B for bitter sweet.
( The Sun made it for you. )

Even though I've grown up here, I don't think I've spent half as much time in the maze as I did awhile ago.

...Is it really always like that? Or how much was the alterations made for the "entertainment"?

Who: Regan and Aelius
What: Making amends
Where: The feast
When: Not long after this.
Warnings: Probably a lot of feelings.

( a prismatic rainbow of light )

[for the first time a gravelly voice decides to make its presence known, tightness in the words as if it has been far too long since she spoke last, weathered and aged, brushing off the dust of silence.]

All of you sounded like a bunch of animals in rut, I didn't know whether I should dump cold water on you or put you out of your misery with my bow. Luckily I became distracted, hm?

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