Tap… Tap… Tap…
She always started in the same way, every minute of every day started in a similar fashion true enough but this was specific, as close to ritual as someone could get without putting a conscious effort of will in to the effect. Her fingernails drummed on the glass, living the after effect of nails of a chalkboard. The hunched over form in the office raised his head wearily.
Tylana had been watching this man for a long time now, well, a long time being a matter of a few weeks but then she had a very small attention span. This was all the effort she would but it to the man. He was better than the last at least, toned, full hair, although a little long and scraggily. If he were in a better condition he might had stood well in a fight with another. Ty could tell now from looking at him that he would fall asleep with the softest whisper. That didn’t sit well with her plans.
All he smelt of right now was sweat and stale burnt coffee. She couldn’t remember exactly what the client had said, something about serious research. Blah blah… he was close to a breakthrough or something. One of the idiots in the group of humans that was desperate to out a world that they had no concept off. Ty didn’t care; she hadn’t care about any of the others, which was why she was hired. All knew that she liked to play, hell she could walk in their and burn him to ground and it would fulfil her duties. That just wouldn’t do in this case, or rather, in any case.
She strolled past the window in perfect time for the man to raise his head and turn to face her, he caught the barest glimpse of unnaturally pale flesh. He skin did weird things to the moonlight, it isn’t something that you could even try to mimic. It was as if the had another layer of skin, to thin to touch that was made up of the moon light.
The Fae blood did that, at least that is what she was told. Although she never used glamour’s upon herself. Her hair was a burnt orange colour for the most of it; some parts strayed towards black and others to bright burning gold. It was similar to her mothers, the Fae Lady of the Autumnal Court. The woman this man had been indebted to. That was something that had always tickled Ty. The humans that sought to shift the balance were the ones that had made bargains. The little mortals in their tiny little lights thinking they could trick a member of the Fae court, it was a truly laughable concept. They always fell into the same traps, time and time again.
This man had bargained for knowledge. He wanted to know what others didn’t, he wanted to see that which was there but others couldn’t see. What mortals couldn’t se… that was a dangerous bargain and Leaneri took it well. She may have been of the Autumn court, and true enough, they were not as brutal as the Winter, they didn’t sacrifice as readily as the Spring… The Autumn Fae were the closest to the mortal world, they were the more curious of the Fae… they spent about as much time in the mortal realm as they did in the Fairie itself. They liked to watch, to play almost, like Ty was doing now.
Leaneri had had fun watching this little mortal; she had gifted him with Fairie sight. It had come on the mortal slow; it started with a base understanding of how things worked. Most Fae could do that but the Autumn were far superior. They kept up with the mortal world whilst upholding the old accords, the other Fae where removed, alien what it came to it, show them a math problem and they would merely pat you on the head. Unless it was winter, then the pat would be followed by their hounds devouring you. The understanding spread from paper to words to everything, there was nothing he had to work out. Which was when things started fading for him interest wise. All he had to do was look, he understood.
It spread to emotions, his own feeling quiet as he didn’t use them to return others. He just analysed people. Then he started seeing the Fairie. The points when the veil between the two worlds is thin enough to see through. He entered; he met more of the Autumn which had been fortunate. Had Leaneri not been watching the mortal he would have likely stumbled into winter, Leaneri didn’t want those wretches near even such a minor piece of her power. He had made more bargains, they always did. Ty though it might have been because she hadn’t chose to be a full blooded Fae yet, but she had more contempt for the idiots that kept thinking they could win one over them. She was only half Fae, yet Ty wasn’t stupid enough to accept a favour from any, nor was she idiotic enough to purchase them a gift unless it was set before the exchange.
The Fae where bound with all sorts of laws, nonsense in Ty’s mind. It was why she hadn’t chosen. The second she did she knew the laws would snap around her with an almost Devine surety. Her power would increase too, that was the pro, and right now however there were too many cons. She was young, powerful, and had the best job in the world.
She never bargained with the Fae, every transaction was equal and finalised, she knew how to work with them but then she had grown up there. Why this mortal thought he could do better than her… it was a laughable concept.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
She was inside now, near the windows leading up the his door. He had prospered, whether that was before or after he mothers intervention Ty had no clue and certainly no care. Al Ty knew was that he had been given a gift, which he was now using against the Fae and other beings of Sub-verse. Her mother couldn’t touch him, they couldn’t place him in the path of the other courts, not with so many bindings on him; it would risk a war. Only autumn could touch him, but the Fae didn’t interfere. It was… not business like.
She strolled past the window in perfect time for the man to raise his head and turn to face her, he caught the barest glimpse of unnaturally pale flesh. He skin did weird things to the moonlight, it isn’t something that you could even try to mimic. It was as if the had another layer of skin, to thin to touch that was made up of the moon light.
The Fae blood did that, at least that is what she was told. Although she never used glamour’s upon herself. Her hair was a burnt orange colour for the most of it; some parts strayed towards black and others to bright burning gold. It was similar to her mothers, the Fae Lady of the Autumnal Court. The woman this man had been indebted to. That was something that had always tickled Ty. The humans that sought to shift the balance were the ones that had made bargains. The little mortals in their tiny little lights thinking they could trick a member of the Fae court, it was a truly laughable concept. They always fell into the same traps, time and time again.
This man had bargained for knowledge. He wanted to know what others didn’t, he wanted to see that which was there but others couldn’t see. What mortals couldn’t se… that was a dangerous bargain and Leaneri took it well. She may have been of the Autumn court, and true enough, they were not as brutal as the Winter, they didn’t sacrifice as readily as the Spring… The Autumn Fae were the closest to the mortal world, they were the more curious of the Fae… they spent about as much time in the mortal realm as they did in the Fairie itself. They liked to watch, to play almost, like Ty was doing now.
Leaneri had had fun watching this little mortal; she had gifted him with Fairie sight. It had come on the mortal slow; it started with a base understanding of how things worked. Most Fae could do that but the Autumn were far superior. They kept up with the mortal world whilst upholding the old accords, the other Fae where removed, alien what it came to it, show them a math problem and they would merely pat you on the head. Unless it was winter, then the pat would be followed by their hounds devouring you. The understanding spread from paper to words to everything, there was nothing he had to work out. Which was when things started fading for him interest wise. All he had to do was look, he understood.
It spread to emotions, his own feeling quiet as he didn’t use them to return others. He just analysed people. Then he started seeing the Fairie. The points when the veil between the two worlds is thin enough to see through. He entered; he met more of the Autumn which had been fortunate. Had Leaneri not been watching the mortal he would have likely stumbled into winter, Leaneri didn’t want those wretches near even such a minor piece of her power. He had made more bargains, they always did. Ty though it might have been because she hadn’t chose to be a full blooded Fae yet, but she had more contempt for the idiots that kept thinking they could win one over them. She was only half Fae, yet Ty wasn’t stupid enough to accept a favour from any, nor was she idiotic enough to purchase them a gift unless it was set before the exchange.
The Fae where bound with all sorts of laws, nonsense in Ty’s mind. It was why she hadn’t chosen. The second she did she knew the laws would snap around her with an almost Devine surety. Her power would increase too, that was the pro, and right now however there were too many cons. She was young, powerful, and had the best job in the world.
She never bargained with the Fae, every transaction was equal and finalised, she knew how to work with them but then she had grown up there. Why this mortal thought he could do better than her… it was a laughable concept.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
She was inside now, near the windows leading up the his door. He had prospered, whether that was before or after he mothers intervention Ty had no clue and certainly no care. Al Ty knew was that he had been given a gift, which he was now using against the Fae and other beings of Sub-verse. Her mother couldn’t touch him, they couldn’t place him in the path of the other courts, not with so many bindings on him; it would risk a war. Only autumn could touch him, but the Fae didn’t interfere. It was… not business like.
Ty was not of the court, she wasn’t a noble and neither was she a witch maiden, she was seen as a changeling by most, a crossbreed – which never have affiliations, they go where they please. Her mother had kept her close and Ty worked with her, but she could leave at a seconds notice and there was not a thing she could. Eventually she would plan. Planning and playing is what the Fae do best.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
She stayed at his door this time, pressed lightly on the glass, resting her head on the frosted covering. A door was a barrier, she could slam through most but she left a good portion of her power at the door. Here there was no barrier. This man walked with the Fae now, no mortal sympathetic magick would hinder her.
She drummed her fingers on the door into a droning rhythm; she pushed her magick into the sound. He would sense the Fae, but it would take his sight a while to decipher her. Many of the Fae themselves still couldn’t. The scratching of his pen on paper had stopped now; his head was raised and was staring at the silhouette on the glass door. She opened the door, stepped in and closed it behind her with blinding speed, but his sight allowed him to see her steps, each as graceful as the next even at the impossible speed she used.
She leaned on the door, facing the man, a good amount of adrenaline and a healthy dose of fear where covering the vile usual human smells that Ty had almost an instinctual distaste to. His Faerie sight would be making this worse, he didn’t just sell the tall girl in his room, ethereal in beauty but with an otherworldly under tone. It was a mistake the Fae always made, their beauty was ethereal, humans rarely see beauty so they always drew looks. He wasn’t seeing any of that, he was seeing her.
The room still pulsed, everything was alive with the sight, everything lived, he could see several possible futures of an inanimate object if he looked for too long, Fae however where… just. There weren’t possibilities in the future or past, not with the sight anyway. However it would strik through a Fae glamour if Ty had been carrying one. Ty had laughed at a few mortals she had gifted the sight to after that had slept with one of them, it was especially amusing depending on the Fae they bedded. Dryads for example…Always amusing.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
She stayed at his door this time, pressed lightly on the glass, resting her head on the frosted covering. A door was a barrier, she could slam through most but she left a good portion of her power at the door. Here there was no barrier. This man walked with the Fae now, no mortal sympathetic magick would hinder her.
She drummed her fingers on the door into a droning rhythm; she pushed her magick into the sound. He would sense the Fae, but it would take his sight a while to decipher her. Many of the Fae themselves still couldn’t. The scratching of his pen on paper had stopped now; his head was raised and was staring at the silhouette on the glass door. She opened the door, stepped in and closed it behind her with blinding speed, but his sight allowed him to see her steps, each as graceful as the next even at the impossible speed she used.
She leaned on the door, facing the man, a good amount of adrenaline and a healthy dose of fear where covering the vile usual human smells that Ty had almost an instinctual distaste to. His Faerie sight would be making this worse, he didn’t just sell the tall girl in his room, ethereal in beauty but with an otherworldly under tone. It was a mistake the Fae always made, their beauty was ethereal, humans rarely see beauty so they always drew looks. He wasn’t seeing any of that, he was seeing her.
The room still pulsed, everything was alive with the sight, everything lived, he could see several possible futures of an inanimate object if he looked for too long, Fae however where… just. There weren’t possibilities in the future or past, not with the sight anyway. However it would strik through a Fae glamour if Ty had been carrying one. Ty had laughed at a few mortals she had gifted the sight to after that had slept with one of them, it was especially amusing depending on the Fae they bedded. Dryads for example…Always amusing.
This man however wasn’t so much staring it her, at least not at first. It was too her wings. Invisible on the mortal plane but he saw through that. It would have been the first time he had seen it, Changelings’ weren’t common, they chose one of the other and then their changeling attributes failed. There were very few Fae running around with dragon like quirks such as she had. In fact she was pretty sure there were none. The Winter had tried to make another like her… seeing how Autumn used her so efficiently as an assassin, more than the Autumn Knight on some occasions. Ty wasn’t directly affiliated though so it didn’t take much for her to simply kill the mother. Her mother would have had difficulty with such a task.
She crossed the room at a normal mortals pace. She was wearing a deep emerald green dress, cut in several spaces to show expanses of flesh as she walked over the room. Her red hair in the mortal realm moved like fire in faerie, seeing her true self along with the mortal one was making the little humans eyes glaze over. He did however had the sense to hide his documents on whatever he was writing. Ty didn’t care what he was writing, just that she should make it go away. She sat gracefully on the corner of his desk, resting her foot lightly on the arm of his chair with her legs crossed. Not a feat many could pull off without falling.
She leaned close to him, he didn’t flinch but he didn’t move, adrenaline pumping telling him to run, flee but that darn understanding from the faeire… that kept him in place, he knew you didn’t run from a Fae. She would have to hunt him, and she would win. His hand reached from his draw and he pulled out a letter opener and brandished it at her. She didn’t even flinch from the cold steal. He was under control of her mother and her mother had handed the reigns over, so she could get inside him… and control him. With a wave of her arm she span his arm to be holding the knife directly over his own hand that was pinned on the desk with her will.
The mortal panicked, tried to move, tried to run even, nothing would work, then he shot and angry glare to Ty. She merely raised an eyebrow and in the same gesture the knife sliced neatly through his hand, embedding itself into the desk. Ty smiles as the smell of blood hit her and she hopped up the desk to stand behind him, she leaned close to his ear to whisper to him, sending shivers down his smile. An obvious smile on her face spread to her words.
She crossed the room at a normal mortals pace. She was wearing a deep emerald green dress, cut in several spaces to show expanses of flesh as she walked over the room. Her red hair in the mortal realm moved like fire in faerie, seeing her true self along with the mortal one was making the little humans eyes glaze over. He did however had the sense to hide his documents on whatever he was writing. Ty didn’t care what he was writing, just that she should make it go away. She sat gracefully on the corner of his desk, resting her foot lightly on the arm of his chair with her legs crossed. Not a feat many could pull off without falling.
She leaned close to him, he didn’t flinch but he didn’t move, adrenaline pumping telling him to run, flee but that darn understanding from the faeire… that kept him in place, he knew you didn’t run from a Fae. She would have to hunt him, and she would win. His hand reached from his draw and he pulled out a letter opener and brandished it at her. She didn’t even flinch from the cold steal. He was under control of her mother and her mother had handed the reigns over, so she could get inside him… and control him. With a wave of her arm she span his arm to be holding the knife directly over his own hand that was pinned on the desk with her will.
The mortal panicked, tried to move, tried to run even, nothing would work, then he shot and angry glare to Ty. She merely raised an eyebrow and in the same gesture the knife sliced neatly through his hand, embedding itself into the desk. Ty smiles as the smell of blood hit her and she hopped up the desk to stand behind him, she leaned close to his ear to whisper to him, sending shivers down his smile. An obvious smile on her face spread to her words.
“When a human walks into a room, one full of blood, they know it before they open their eyes. The sickly sweet smell of the drying blood… it makes the hairs on the back of their necks stand up…”
She purred as she though back to the nice slaughter she had left for him last night, the social club had been a sweet massacre.
She purred as she though back to the nice slaughter she had left for him last night, the social club had been a sweet massacre.
“You walked into that room last night… you didn’t blink… you seek to protect a race of which you are no longer party to…”
She ran her hand down his back and watched the fear response it shot through him. A mortal wouldn’t likely fear her right away, she would have to offer up some little piece of proof… but he knew her as succinctly as the sight would allow, she needed to prove nothing.
“It’s the fear that makes your skin react, if there is blood someone could be waiting to do it to you… though you had surpassed fear… child you haven’t come close.”
She ran her hand down his back and watched the fear response it shot through him. A mortal wouldn’t likely fear her right away, she would have to offer up some little piece of proof… but he knew her as succinctly as the sight would allow, she needed to prove nothing.
“It’s the fear that makes your skin react, if there is blood someone could be waiting to do it to you… though you had surpassed fear… child you haven’t come close.”
With her chuckle at the end when she was speaking he reeked of fear…
“There sweet poppet, its standing now… but think… is that fear coming from your human reactions… or the Fae ones asserting their place…”
She flicked her hand towards his hand again, making sure that he could see the gesture before the knife twisted in place, eliciting a scream from the man.
She flicked her hand towards his hand again, making sure that he could see the gesture before the knife twisted in place, eliciting a scream from the man.
“You thought the Fae where to only ones you where trying to force into the open world… you have barely even seen the very tip of the iceberg… if you will to go down deeper, I can take you… show you such things… All you have to do is make a deal sweet dear… Gift your name to my mother, every name, and I will show you what you have yet to learn…”
Any one with sense would scream no… he had made a lot of bargins and each one had gotten him entangled more and more… but he was mortal, they always wanted more and a simple name for the ability to see more than he already had… it seemed even he couldn’t ignore that.
Any one with sense would scream no… he had made a lot of bargins and each one had gotten him entangled more and more… but he was mortal, they always wanted more and a simple name for the ability to see more than he already had… it seemed even he couldn’t ignore that.
“Deal.”
One work and the binds snapped around him and Ty with an audible snap, usually the mortal wouldn’t hear it, but this one did. She opened a path directly into the faerie. Wrenched the letter opener free from his hand with her own, running the bloody blade down her tongue before pushing him forward into the portal she had opened. Just before she stepped through she through fire to his desk and room, fire that would burn so hot it would turn water to steam before it quenched it. The fire would burn until there was nothing left, no chance of finding what he was working on. Everything would be gone in under an hour, likely the entire building and any connected to it, but Ty didn’t particularly care, her job was done. She glanced back over her shoulder for a second before stepping to join him in the Faerie.
One work and the binds snapped around him and Ty with an audible snap, usually the mortal wouldn’t hear it, but this one did. She opened a path directly into the faerie. Wrenched the letter opener free from his hand with her own, running the bloody blade down her tongue before pushing him forward into the portal she had opened. Just before she stepped through she through fire to his desk and room, fire that would burn so hot it would turn water to steam before it quenched it. The fire would burn until there was nothing left, no chance of finding what he was working on. Everything would be gone in under an hour, likely the entire building and any connected to it, but Ty didn’t particularly care, her job was done. She glanced back over her shoulder for a second before stepping to join him in the Faerie.
“Foolish mortal.”
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