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Sep. 18th, 2019


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Come Sail Away


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WHO Cavan
WHAT The Bloody Prince decides it’s finally time for a family reunion
WHERE Spring Court>>>Cavan's Manhattan Apartment
WHEN Monday, May 1, 2017; midnight

The palace had been quieter than normal, the absence of Aisling becoming sharply evident. Usually the past several days would have been spent in celebration, all culminating in the largest of them all, on the night of Aisling’s birthday. Instead, there was something of a heavy silence on the shoulders of the Spring Court, many of whom viewed the princess’ birthday as the event of the year. He heard the disappointed whispers and curious looks, as her absence had only been explained with a vague statement of travel.

The rumors were only fueled by the King’s depressed state; in the days since Aisling had departed for the mortal realm, Liber’s mood was no longer buoyed by his daughter’s light. Cavan himself had overheard theories that ranged from an illegitimate pregnancy - fathered either by Prince Malachi out of wedlock, or the mutt guard she had insisted on - to the princess committing an act of treason that had resulted in her banishment. When asked directly by the insipid members of the Court, he had simply demurred politely, doing his own part to fan the flames of conspiracy theories until they began to reach the ears of the King.

With his father and his advisors now desperately trying to put an end to the simmering maelstrom, it was easier and easier for Cavan to slip away unnoticed. Upon learning that his sister had been granted permission to reunite with Flynnwood in the mortal realm, he had sent word to the shapeshifting whore he’d recruited to keep a closer eye on his brother. But when he’d heard little from her, or any of the other spies he held, he came to the decision that it was time for him to take a more direct approach.

His trips to the mortal realm had made him well-practiced at slipping through unnoticed, as well as with the comforts he required already at hand. Faerie jewels could fetch a hefty price in the right markets, and with that he had built himself a small fortune to operate with when he arrived. He had kept an apartment in the city they called New York, having used it mostly to host the various women he picked up for an evening or two for entertainment. But it wouldn’t do to be so far removed from his siblings.

No, he’d need to stay much, much closer to them this time. Actually living with them would, of course, be out of the question, as would staying in the quaint hotel his brother owned and operated. He’d need something more private, more secluded.

As he stood in the living room of his apartment, looking out over the twinkling lights of the city, the river caught his eye. In the distance he could see a number of sails, softly listing side to side as they were gently buffeted by the breeze. A slow smile began to grow as he sipped at the glass of faerie wine he’d poured himself.

Yes, a boat would make for a grand entrance. Now all he had to do was find the right one.

Feb. 1st, 2017


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Just accept that things are different


[info]bibliothecaire
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WHO Élisabeth Vincent
WHAT Death, resurrection, damnation
WHERE Paris
WHEN January 19-24, 1944
RATING R (swearing, violence, implied sexual assault)

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