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Posted: Apr 20 2017, 08:25 AM
1256 • Flower fae • Tranquility • Seelie Court
Once Upon a Time...
WEIGHT: Rather light
A willowy figure, calm and serene. A gentle giant, with skin as smooth as silk and eyes forever peaceful. Standing amidst a field of blooming poppies, a gently swaying sea of brilliant reds and fair oranges. A blend of colors, pleasing to the gaze and offering a gentle fragrance to the nose. Welcome calm amongst the storm, for there is no harm to be within his presence, never near his babies. Rest, it is good for you…
Eyelashes a pale white, curled and framing the light blue of his gaze. A sky filled with clouds, such would be a way to describe the irises adorning his face. A doze, such eyes offer the peace of welcome slumber, to take away the aches and pains. No more war, no more peril. Only rest…
In both of his forms, the flower fae is relaxed. His shoulders eased and his hands free of any clenched fist. A serene look spread across his face, perhaps persuading any onlooker to let go of their troubles as well. Rather unusual for an Inner Court fae to be so loose, the flower does not even seem to mind.
Poppies, the love of his life, adorn his hair within crowns. Spring up around his feet when he wills them to do so, and the very place where he escapes to for isolation, a magnificent field filled with his creations.
A rare and dark vision. Smooth certainty within battle. A cloak of red and white, radiant blood staining the fine, pale cloth, some of it being the owner of the cloak’s own matter, yet most of it is others. A glaive, dangerously sharp, beautifully adorned with intricate flower patterns carved into the blade and long hilt of the weapon. A gift, from his mother and father. The eyes, the calm a troubled nature like dark clouds upon the horizon. This is the only time the peace is disturbed. The Poppy Demon is truly a monster in battle, ruthless in his defense, yet merciful to those that deserve such.
An azure sky, white clouds floating lazily along the expansive canvas, while the sun hung high above, signaling around mid-day. The weather was nearly perfect, for a warm breeze drew through the air, brushing bare skin like a gentle sigh, a blanket of comfort within the early summer. The forests, somewhere among Europe, was peaceful, hardly an animal or other creatures alike disturbed such tranquility.
Despite this comforting nature, a girl ran. Young and afraid, tears streaked down her face and arms, smudged with dirt, pumping with all of her might. This youngling, a human girl who should not have wandered into this far into the woods, was lost. Lost because she could not find her way out, scared because her Mama and Papa were supposed to see her back at home for supper, and saddened because she had lost her shoes.
Movement caught her gaze, doe brown eyes straying to the center of the large patch of flowers, where a disturbance shook the plants. Slowly, a tall, willowy figure sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a soft yawn parting from his lips. From the yards she stood back from the meadow, she could still see the shift of his gaze as he zoned in on her.
“Hello, little one.” If the girl could put a sound to clouds, the soft pillows of the sky, that would be his voice. Like the cotton down filled in pillows, or the fair canopy upon a dandelion. “I thought I was the only one who staked a claim to this area. The humanfolk world has such pretty meadows.”
“I...I got lost, I don’t know how I came here.” For a moment, her anxiety had come back, gripping fear creeping back into her voice. But at the gentle nod of his head, an extension of his slender hand out to her, she had entered that state of calm once more.
And so the small child took his hand, while he guided her through the sea of flowers. Some brushed against her ankles, tickling her with gentle kisses of their petals. A short giggle pulled from her lips, which drew a sleepily amused look from the lithe creature.
She spoke, with a quiet, nearly quivering voice.
The girl’s dark eyes widened, she was speaking to the King in Waiting...of the Seelie. Of course, she had grown up learning the different tales of the fae alike, but they had merely been old wive’s tales! Even so, weren’t the Unseelie the more mischievous of the two? That didn’t mean the Seelie couldn’t be any less...morally ambiguous.
Even so, Farren here seemed kind, at first meeting. Shy nearly, for whenever her eyes fully focused on him, the soft blues of his eyes flicked away, and the tips of his elongated ears turned a faint pink. Or maybe he was just nervous around humanfolk?
”You’re fae? I’ve never met one before…” Her voice trailed off, for the Darling Demon had traced a line upon an exposed patch of dirt on the ground, and from the press of the tip of his finger, did little buds of poppies begin to grow. She watched, enchanted as the flowers sprouted before her very eyes.
“Do you have a family? My Mama and Papa live...not too far from here, I think.” The very mention of them sank like an anchor to the pit of her stomach, but at the first nudge of the negative emotion, could she feel it ebbing once more. Almost as if waves of a sleepy nature, a certain calm she had never felt before in her life. It latched onto her, washing over her like a blanket of warmth. She accepted such comfort.
“Uh-huh,” Farren spoke, fingernails combing over the earth gently as he leaned back. Tilting his head, he blew a soft curl of white out of his face while he replied. “I was born to Eithne and Cathal, both flower fae in their own right. We lived in a small village, a community of other flower fae of different varieties.” A short pause, while he looked at her with poorly hidden intrigue. “Which you like to hear a story?” The child was quick to nod.
”The debates went on long enough for me to grow, and for my powers to really come out.” A smile framed his lips, although it wasn’t very bright. Merely thoughtful, as he studied the worn stem twined through his fingers. The girl watched, entranced by the story.
”The Unseelie rumors slowly began to die when my leg grew back in under a few hours. Perfectly intact, like nothing had ever happened...” He paused, his fair eyebrows scrunching with a contemplative look. The memory had been so long ago, sometimes it was hard to catch them clearly. “I became known as the little poppy with an unusually accelerated healing factor. When I grew, the power that surrounded me bloomed as well. Glamor is very important for fae, you see, the very use of it can determine your status alone, most of the time.”
The storytelling stopped, as he looked down, going quiet. Feeling the urge to press on, to hear more of the story, the child opened her mouth to speak, but found she did not have the energy to voice any words. Although this would have normally frightened her, she simply shut her mouth, waiting for the flower fae to continue.
“They brought me to the court, I had a few family members close to the level of Inner-Court status, and so I lived with them. When I grew, I climbed status easily, my powers carrying me along the way. The Inner-Courts favored me, by some luck. And now I have found myself as second in command.” The story came to a close, and the child’s eyes were heavy with a drowsiness, the state of sleepiness having settled upon her as he spoke. Noticing his mistake, the fae quickly eased off on the glamor he had subconsciously evoked. The child sat up, more alert than before.
”I like your hair…” The comment, hardly anything like a question she intended to ask, drifted out, and the lithe fae blinked with surprise. Such a loud emotion was clearly subdued by the sleep having gathered within his gaze, even with the short pause they shared.
”They didn’t believe demons should have long hair, so they cut it.” He fingered the wavy strands of white with disdain, the only hint of vanity shining through, along with poorly contained envy. Even the green-eyed monster had found it’s way into this soft soul. ”It does not grow back. I find myself very jealous with anyone who possess such long strands of hair.”
”Do you make people fall asleep often?” The youngling tilted her head, curious as to if this was apart of a trickier nature he possessed. The fae seemed to ponder this for a moment, a short tilt of his head following.
”My Mama says a good night’s sleep makes the world seem like a glass half-full. Would you-...do you agree?” If she told her mama that a fae agreed with her, would that make her week? It depended entirely if she believed her daughter or not, most likely.
”Mister Darling Poppy Demon Farren ab Ca-” She began to list all of his names to address him, yet he interrupted her, with a gentle sigh.
”Farren is just fine, flower bud.” His voice as gentle as the breeze, yet his discontentment was clear.
”Farren, how old are you exactly?” His eyes widened at the question, while a thin finger came up to rub at the remnants of sleep still stuck in the corner of his eye. The Poppy blinked, once, twice. Silence.
”A good few. My poppies remind me every once and awhile.” He spoke, with a breezy tone. She interjected, quickly.
The fae contemplated this for a moment, or perhaps he had indeed fallen asleep because a glaze had settled over his eyes. At the poke of her finger to his wrist, he started back to reality and looked to her with a shake of her head.
The girl paused for a moment, considering this statement quietly, while the Poppy Demon merely watched her evenly. ”Did...do you mourn, when fae are reincarnated?” The Darling Demon seemed rather surprised at the question, while he merely looked down in contemplation.
”You said you had childhood friends...did they not shun you for the title you had?” A short tilt of the fae’s head occurred, while a shake of his head followed. A tiny smile pulled at his lips, in remembrance of his childhood. It hadn’t been too bad, it could have been worse. Aside from his leg being severed and the debate about his fae allegiance. His poppies had been there for him, at the very least.
The silence had seemed to settle over the youngling heavily, for a bout of sleep stole her for a moment. She had many questions to ask, and the excitement of getting to meet a fae of such high status wore her out enough, as she succumbed to his power. Perhaps the King-In-Waiting had noticed this, for he reached forward and tapped her upon the wrist gently, as she had done before.
"Have you ever thought about how beautiful it is to be alive?" His response was soft, as easy going as lapping waves upon a shoreline, or the gentle flight of a bee landing upon a pollen-packed flower. A whimsical air took to his tone, as if his voice itself was dancing upon the breeze. "Brilliant skies and the company of flowers. Warm breezes and fields full of friends. The pain and hurt never goes away, not even with a full night of sleep, but I keep moving. It is the only way to hold my head high. My babies would not want me to falter."
"If you're over a thousand years old, surely you've...surely you've been in love before? Or are in love. Mama says she met my Papa rather early on in life-..." She cut herself off, letting the fae speak if he wished to. A quick shake of his head followed, a simple answer to a simple question for him.
"I-...I used to have one. But-...I didn't know what you were supposed to do with a consort. I didn't-...want to do anything. Not at all, I just wanted somebody to sleep next to-..." His voice increasingly decrescendos, with the blush on his face burning. Surprisingly, the girl merely watched him with a straight face, this sort of stuff didn't bother her anymore. "Eventually they...broke it off. Nothing personal, they just wanted something out of it. I just-...don't want to do that kind of stuff. I still can feel...romance...just-...not that."
"Do-...do people often assume you're just some fae with his head stuck in the clouds?" The sudden segue from topics moved from her, and Farren easily switched off of the embarrassment from before. The pink eventually faded from his face, and found another thoughtful drifting across his face. He yawned, quietly.
"She rose to power." A little breathy laugh escaped him, nearly silent as his shoulder's shook. The youngling merely....paused, before shaking her head quickly, with a tiny smile.
"Is-....is being a fae scary? Especially being an Inner-Court one?" At the juvenile question, he merely smiled, with a small nod....or perhaps he was just flicking a wavy strand of white hair out of his eyes, she wasn't quite sure.
"The scariest moment-....after I left, and when I was growing. Before I became-...Inner-Court, they wanted to test my regenerative power, see how strong it was before my status accentuated it even more...they kept cutting and cut-...." He trailed off once his eyes flicked over to the child's face, studying the horror that began to appear. Quickly, a smile pulled at his lips, reassuring. "No matter, I was okay. That doesn't even take into the account of how many times I accidentally impale myself in one day."
This guy sounded...kind of nuts to her. Despite the kind and shy demure he put off...he was powerful. Nearly indestructible in her eyes. She couldn't forget that. "What do most fae think about you?" Came her quiet voice, nearly quivering from what she just heard. At once, that familiar feeling pulled at her anxiety, easing into her system as he reached out and patted her hand.
"I believe they think of me respectfully, like I said before but-....any of those who believe I am lesser, because of my nature and being-...I simply let them be." He smiled, kind and gently, his fingers long having been preoccupied by forming a flower crown after he touched her hand. His fingers wove the stems and petals together with surprising ease, nearly completed with the first one.
"I was a young fae, having to leave my family and friends. I was terrified. But I knew it would be better for me there, and better for-...for my past to remain in the village." She wasn't quite sure what he meant by the end of the reply, but braced herself for when he reached forward and plopped the flower crown onto her head. Petals of orange, red, and yellow floated down around her as they were loosed from the crown.
By this point, evening was beginning to cut into the bright skies of the afternoon, beckoning a dusk that was soon to come. Immediately, the girl's eyes shot up to the sky with fright, while she began to clamber to her feet. As the girl stood, the fae moved as well, raising to his full height of 7 feet that towered over her. Normally, this would have been rather terrifying, but the familiar ease of relaxation pulled at her.
Hardly a peep left her, yet a simple -and final- question left her lips for the King-In-Waiting. A Seelie fae, whom proven not to be as mischievous as believed to be, but a fae who only wanted others to get good nights of sleep.
"Quiet-...." The first word, a good descriptor for his voice and mannerisms. "...Gentle," This, she could agree with. He had been nothing but gentle with her, "Peaceful..." Nothing seemed to bother him, besides mentions of his height or fighting..."Loyal.." He did seem rather committed to his cause. "Sleepy." A giggle, a soft titter that parted from him.
At the end of his response, the girl could find herself drifting off to a peaceful sleep. A rest better than any she had taken in her life, the youngling found herself without dreams meeting her, even as her eyes clicked close. The final view of the pale fae greeted her with dreamy eyes and a kind smile, the poppies framing his face in their brilliant reds.
THE DARLING DEMON: A rather lovely nickname, no? Well, Farren is hardly anything close to a demon, besides the horns sprouting from his head. His powers, however, are rather strong, which may be a bit of an understatement to some. His glamour is considered the strongest in both lands of the fae. Being an Inner-Court status fae, along with holding the title of King-In-Waiting of the Seelie Court, Farren holds status above majority of the fae in the Seelie lands.
With his power, this includes a strong glamour that seems to radiate off of him wherever he goes. He can control it, either strengthening or weakening it, yet sometime chooses not too. The glamour evokes a feeling of a tranquil state, a wave of ease washing off anybody that is weak to the power. If invoked, it can cause a bought of sleepiness, that can start off with a simple drowsiness, to downright passing out to a deep and peaceful sleep if Farren enforced it enough. (This will only be enforced via player permission, but being in his presence automatically invokes a peaceful feeling in said character, whether it strong or weak.)
Being a fae, Farren has enhanced strength, agility (he is rather clumsy, although, this doesn’t seem to be his strongest point), and a lengthened vitality. He ages slow, being a flower fae, and thus retains his youthful features longer despite being over a thousand years old.
ENHANCED HEALING FACTOR: A blessing when it comes to paper cuts, because they’re healed instantly. It also helps with accidental impalements, because those seem to happen a lot with him. In this power is also limb regeneration, a rather tricky little ability he possess.
If cut in half, he's dead. No growing back anything after that. However, he can get impaled and survive. Yay.
Each regenation takes a small-medium amount of energy, and can tire him out quickly depending on the size of the limb he has to grow back
CHARMSPEAK: Tying into his glamour, his voice is imbued with the power of charmspeak. It is used to influence feelings or thought, usually to subdue an enemy or anybody who’s acting too rambunctious for Farren’s liking. Sometimes it accidentally slips into his voice when he’s making suggestions (usually about getting enough sleep), but he’s usually not partial to using it often. Up to the discretion of the player on how it will affect their character.
THE POPPY FAE: Flower fae always have a core flower, and when they are born, such flower is discovered at birth. Both of Farren’s parents had the core flower of poppies, and so it was guaranteed that Farren was going to be granted such a flower. And so, when he was born, Farren was a flower fae of poppies.
Being connected to poppies has it’s perks. Farren is able to make poppies sprout from the ground, no matter what kind of terrain he treads on. From the touch of his fingerpads, or the prod of his toes upon the ground, poppies bloom from the ground in array of orange and reds.
IRON AND OTHER DELIGHTS: Being fae, Farren is automatically weakened by iron after long exposure and like normal fair folk, stays away from the metal. He has a rather aversion to fire, because it has the ability to burn his poppies (and if a limb is burned off, he doesn’t regenerate as fast and sustains the pain of his injuries longer) but he tolerates it. Although he cannot die from illness, he is still able to catch small common colds and those are rather nasty buggers.
THE GLAIVE: Since he was a child, his parents and relatives have trained him in the art of wielding a glaive. He is skilled at it, and with his enhanced agility, is rather deadly in battle when he puts his mind to it. Usually, he does not like wielding it to hurt others, but will carry it on his person whenever tensions are high between the courts or he feels threatened.
About the Author...
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Posted: Apr 23 2017, 12:00 PM
??? • Canadian • Feels • The snowy place
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YOUR VERY FIRST SON look how beautiful he ISSSSSS.
Omgeeeee I loved reading this app, he seems like such a precious lil flower bean. WHO IS KING IN WAITING LIKE WHOA MAN WHOA. What a life he leads ;w; Just please don't get cut in half that would suck so much.