Tristan Alexander Lewis ✚ Oberon (woodlandking) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-11-22 13:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !reincarnates only, tristan lewis |
Who: Tristan Lewis Oberon
What: Dean Winchester is servicing Oberon, King of the Faeries Oberon finally has full control and he decides everyone could use a bit more lovin' in their life?
When: Monday, November 22 2010
Where: Camelot Castle, then all over
Warnings: None
OOC Note: This here be the marker for the beginnings of a week of Faerie mischief! This is the one and only Oberon narrative I'm doing for the week so, anyone that wants a character love struck by Oberon, feel free to have that happen to them any time after this post? Have fun! Don't do anything we wouldn't do.
Oberon wasn't at all concerned with where he'd been for the last week, if he'd even been anywhere at all. Time was meaningless to Faeries, especially to the King of all the Faeries, and he had more important things to be concerned with. Never before when he'd taken over had Tristan been completely unreachable, though that was nothing more then a mild concern if it was a concern at all. The man could take care of himself, when he was ready to come back Oberon was positive he could find his own way. No matter.
He'd been restless for over a year. There wasn't much Oberon could do when he was sharing a body and not at the center of it. He could stage a more or less hostile take over but for one, he knew it wouldn't last. Tristan was quiet, but incredibly strong willed. And anyway, he just wasn't sure what he'd do with the body if he had control of it all the time anyway. He was a king with no kingdom, no queen, no loyal subjects. Fairy Land had shown up, but it just wasn't the same, and Tristan did not wish to rule over any land. Perhaps Oberon couldn't blame him, it did get tiresome looking after people's interests all the time.
Except that in the absence of his host, all he seemed to have was time. And he had to fill it somehow, or he'd go mad. Which is what lead to the following series of events: When Oberon gets an idea in his head that isn't immediately thwarted, he'll run away with it until he's completely satisfied. Or unsatisfied, as the case sometimes might be. He'd been holing himself up in Tristan's room within the confines of Camelot Castle since yesterday, he had no desire to be in the company of everyone else who seemed to be far worse off then him. Yes, it was most definitely time for a distraction. Not just for him, but for everyone. It could be just what the fates ordered?
Mere moments after entertaining these thoughts, he produced a familiar looking flower from the locked trunk under Tristan's bed. He held it up to the light to examine it as a contented smile slowly crossed over his lips. A flower that was before, milk-white, and now purple with love’s wound. Yes, this was a good start. He would need more of it though, so a short trip to Athens was in order. Just as soon as he spread some flowery cheer around the castle of course, then he'd be off. If he could he would find Puck too, Puck was always good for this sort of mischief.
"And maidens call it love-in-idleness," Oberon murmured slyly to himself as he pocketed the flower and took his leave from the room. He would not be returning for at least a week.