sasha ✧ kaye fierch (gonegreen) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-30 19:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | rowan rhodes, sasha lobanov |
Who: Sasha and Rowan.
What: On Halloween, there's only one place to be.
When: Late night/Early morning, Oct. 31.
Where: The Unseelie Court, New Jersey.
Warnings: We'll see.
When she was a kid, before all the reincarnate business had turned her world upside down, Sasha had loved Halloween. The older she got, the more insufferable it became. Solitary fey didn't usually fuck with their own, but their one night of freedom made it open season on everyone, especially reincarnated faeries who lived Ironside. The arrival of the courts had only made it worse. There were even more of them now, arriving in droves with whatever 'home' they claimed. None of them were the particularly nice variety, either. This particular type of celebration only attracted the worst of her species.
She'd already bailed a few witless mortals out of trouble when she decided that it might be time to go straight to the source. Sasha had glamoured herself in to the only costume appropriate: a green frock coat, fishnets and her own boots. Under that she had on a perfectly traditional miniskirt and top, since she was carrying around the unpleasant memories of having a glamour ripped off when she was in nothing but underwear, but unless there was someone walking around with the Sight, it was her costume that was turning heads. It also made it easy to hitch a ride to Jersey. There were plenty of old perverts willing to give a pretty girl a lift if it meant they got to ogle.
Sasha made it to the stretch of road nearest to the court's entrance without any major mishaps. Now was the part where she really had to be careful. She tweaked her glamour enough so that her wings had room to flutter free. It was important not to stand out in a crowd like this. Not that she was sure that it would do any good. From what she could tell, the citizens that came with the fictional places could recognize the leading roles, even if they had swapped genders. She wasn't sure how that would apply to any glamour she was wearing, or if they would know her as Kaye no matter what. That was an unsettling notion. There were plenty of faeries who would be less than pleased to see her here. She'd never exactly been wildly popular, even as consort to their king.
The revel under the hill was in full swing when she found her way down the tunnel. It was exactly like she remembered, the beautiful and frightening faces, the whirls of color, the tables heavy with food. Keeping to the edges of the crowd, she tried to make her way around the throng of revelers. It was slow going. She bumped the shoulder of a tall, cat-faced creature, who automatically turned on her with a hiss. Then, it's eyes widened. Shit. She was so busted.