Thread: Luciani WHO: Lucia ♥ Bayani WHEN: April 1 [backdated] WHERE: The woods
With the arrival of spring, the resident winter faerie's green blood had begun to flow again. Her activity level rose along with the rising temperatures. Her mini-garden thrived in her room with primrose and ivy providing plenty of nectar for her to eat. Like one of the Blue Ladies of lore, Lucia spread her wings and moved through the forest. Some places still had mounds of snow, forever in the shade on the north side of the trees where moss grew under its winter blanket. Lucia's bare feet didn't touch the ground that morning. Her wings in her big form didn't carry her as easily as they could when she was small, but they could lift her off the ground and that was how she traveled, singing softly to herself in a voice that sounded like church bells.
Faerie dust was left in her wake, drifting off dragonfly-like iridescent quad-wings that moved in a blur, creating a soft hum. Lucia was not clothed, having left her human garb in a pile on the floor of her chilled room back at Sphinx dorm. When she traveled in her tiny form, she was a ball of light and had no need or concern for modesty. But once she was in the woods, like today, and she took her big form, there was no light. Her skin was white - not pink, not peach, not tan. She was talcum powder white down to her long hair and even her eyelashes.
Like most faeries, Lucia had the body of a young person, childlike. She was almost a century and a half old, but she would not grow by human standards. Her cold marble skin was chiseled, breasts small, her stomach was flat, her legs and arms thin and smooth, and her ears were pointed through her hair like knife points, the same that all of her fae cousins had that distinguished them apart from others.
Lucia's voice grew louder, ringing through the trees as the sun brightened the sky and reminded her that summer was coming. Rose color had bloomed on her lips that remained blue in the winter. Her azure colored eyes were too large to belong to a human and they were angled on her face. Lucia's faerie birth - not biological, but by magic, and straight from the center of a primrose blossom - gave her an innate sense to take care of the flowers of her surroundings. She was a caretaker. She yearned for the laughter of children and surely they would be delighted to wander these woods and see her work. Tiny white flowers were blossoming at her feet, opening up to welcome the rays of sun. Now, if only she could lure a child into the forest.
And then, ahead of her, Lucia heard a grunt. Curiosity would forever be her downfall. She left her duties of tending to the flowers to go see who was there, expecting a bear or another kind of animal. What she found was a man - no, a vampire, she realized - who appeared to be lost in the woods. Her woods. As she gazed through the trees, Lucia's lips formed an "O" shape of amazement. This vampire, with his midnight dark hair and the aggressive way he scowled at the sunlight, he was the most fantastic, the most amazing, the most awe inspiring sight she had seen in all her winters.
"You," she stepped onto the ground, wings releasing the faerie from her hover, and strode towards him, hand lifted. "I have been waiting for you for so long. Come with me, child, and live forever."