Name: David Le'flurr Age: 26 Gender: Male Personality: Rather distant from the humans. He see's himself as slightly better then humans, yet not that much better. He is torn on what to do with them. Next the queen goes missing. He's found himself drifted from the world. Both of them. On the edge of insanity. Appearance: David Le'flurr Just take note his wings are purple. Power (if faerie): Other then flying, oh wow, that's hard. Flying is pretty cool. Um. He can fade beyond the physical realm. This is basically being able to walk through walls until he stops himself. Weakness: He can be seen when he fades beyond. Also he has a hard time recovering and returning to the physical realm. One day it could be months, or years before he comes out, the lack of food, and water could kill him. Other: No interest in love.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
He stood up. He rubbed his head. Where was he. He was in an alley. The gross human world. He smiled. For a first time through the portal, it went well. He heard others talking nearby. Though he heard a sharp ringing he could hear voices.
"No, something..." Then a thump. He ran to see what it was. A young fairie. Much to young to return to their world. She was passed out on the ground. He saw the human that she had failed to convince. He stood over the fairie carefully.
He was hesitant to touch her. He didn't speak to many in the fairie world. He was hardly known actually. He looked down on her. He remembered when he was that young. Wild adventure.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
He didn't know why but, his head was fuzzy. And the girl was on the ground, unconscious. "What happened to her?" He stared at the guy that had just come form the alley way.
"She probably over did it," Gil replied. "She has a few issues."
"Oh, you mean like medical problems?"
"Yeah, something like that."
Dylan walked over to her and crouched down beside her. She felt normal to the touch, and there was no indication of why she had passed out. He cradled her head in his hand, there was no blood so she hadn't broken her skull. He looked up at the stranger, "Hey, can you help me get her somewhere more comfortable?"
His fear of Gil, was overcome by his concern for the girl.
The guy was hesitant at first, but helped pick her up. "Okay, now where does she live, Gil?"
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
Gillim got what seemed a splendid idea in his head.
"Not too far, just follow me." He glanced at the stranger, who was obviously a fairy as well, and winked one of his big yellowish eyes. "As I said, we're new in town, and unfortunately haven't been able to find a suitable apartment yet. Sharon and I were just going back to our hotel after a day of looking. We think we found a good one, as a matter of fact..."
He started leading the way down the street, wishing he'd been able to leave Dylan a horse a bit longer so he could ride to the building instead of walking the whole way.
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
David had seen the fairie before. This fairie was bad news. His wink only made him feel worse. He followed along. "I'm David, do you have any... skills Gil?" He was positive that Gil was short for something. He didn't know what that something was, so for now this fairie was known as Gil to him.
He looked over his shoulder as he walked. Interesting, my wings have vanished with entering the mortal world. He sighed. This meant no flying for a while. He knew his wings were there, just gone until he needed them.
Useless. The 'Gil' that they were following didn't bother to help. He didn't care that much. He didn't want to be close to anyone. Nor touching anyone. He shivered at the thought. Perhaps that was why he had his power... because of his dislike in touching.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
Laurie Wow, I think I was still blushing when i returned to my friends, Damion really made me blush. I found Clotho and MArneus staring at each other laughing, it was somehow what i expected and hoped to see and I was not about to interrupt such moment. But they interrupted it themselves. "Laurie" clotho called. "Damion again" she asked me. "Yepp" "I think, just suspect that he..." I knew where she was leading that to, so I stopped her. "He is not, and you suspect nothing, ok?" The words came out a bit more harsh than i expected. I regretted it the moment they went out of my mouth. "I'm sorry" I said, "just nervous" I watched her take a deep breath and let out a smile. "I know" she said. We started walking again, Clotho being scorted bby Marneus, and Sar and I being scarted, ell, my ourselvs and that made me laugh. We eventaully reached the palace and I was amazed byu how beautiful it looked. The big staircase taht lead to the entrance was full of small color lights, the carraiges of our nobles were being parked by rouyal servants and pawns. The dresses and outfits that the other fairies were wearing were beautiful. And from a distant corner I saw a good looking male fairy, with a black tux and nicely combed hair. He did arrive after all, after making me blush.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
"Help yourselves," Tanya smiled at them. She checked her watch. Damion would be here tomorrow, hopefully early. She missed him so much. He was like family to her.
Tanya never really had enjoyed pizza that much, but she knew most humans did. Just as most ordered it at sleepovers. Besides, she couldn't believe that Lyanna had never had it before. It was odd, but then again, they were all pretty odd. Tanya the most.
Tanya cocked her head to the side. Humans fasinated her. More so than any other creature she had encontured. These girls though...she felt closer to them than she did many of her fariee friends. Of course there were those like Laurie, Damion, and Sharon and so many others that she truly loved but...this was different.
"So how do you like the pizza?" Sadie smiled over at Lyanna, startling Tanya out of her dazed thoughts.
DAMION
He was tall so it was easy to look through the crowd for Laurie. Even still, he had no problem, being that she stood out on her own.
He walked over to her. "Surprised to see me?" He grinned, shaking his head.
Laurie smiled, her cheeks still flushed with color for some reason. "You never some to parties, Damion," she rolled her eyes. "So, I guess so."
Damion raised an eyebrow but ignored that last comment. "Who are your friends? I don't think I remember them, exactly," Damion smiled slightly at them.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Lyanna bit into a slice of pizza. A taste of cheese and tomatoe sauce overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes widened. Sadie was looking at her like she was going to laugh. Lyanna swallowed. "This is the best food I've had in yea- months." She said.
Sadie laughed. "It's just pizza." Lyanna didn't answer, but took another bite of the pizza.
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"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
"Skills?" Gillim gave David his best 'confused mortal' look. "What kind? I mean, I can play the harmonica and dance like the devil, but I've got a feeling that's not what you're talking about."
David's brow arched as they neared the hotel, still helping Dylan the mortal carry Sharonda. "I think you know exactly what I mean."
Gillim shrugged it off. "Riiiight. I think you've been watching too many movies." He leaned towards Dylan and said in a stage-whisper, "Keep an eye on that one, seems a bit soft in the head."
In his normal voice, he said, "Now if you'll excuse me for one second..." He darted inside. The doors had been shut for barely a minute when he burst back out holding a card-key. "All right, if you could just follow me, we can put her down on the couch in our room."
It wasn't long before they'd all gone through the lobby (the reception desk was notably empty) and into a door in a nearby hall. He hastened them all inside and shut the door behind him.
"Well, now that we're here..." He beamed at the three of them for a moment, thinking of all the wonderful fun he could have.
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
Sharonda woke up with a throbbing headache. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her temples. She looked around. She was in a hotel room, on a bed. She saw Gillim standing by the door, grinning mischeviously. The mortal and someone she didn't recognize were there too. The mortal was pacing the room, and the other guy was sitting in a chair, looking completely uninterested in anything going on.
Sharonda narrowed her eyes at Gillim. He had that glint in his eyes. Something bad was going to happen, soon. The mortal saw that she was awake, and hurried over. "Are you all right?" He asked. He seemed very concerned.
Sharonda nodded. "Yes, I'm fine." She looked up and saw Gillim. He had a mischevious grin on his face. This is definetely not going to end well.
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"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
He stood up. Magic time. He thought with a slight smile at the edge of his lips. He shut his eyes and inhaled lightly. He let a breath out. He walked over to Gillim. He gave a big cheesy smile. He held out his right arm to shake. "I feel that carrying is an.... improper way to be introduced. Hi I'm David, and you are?"
As long as nothing touched him before Gillim his point would be made. David didn't touch anything, or anyone. Well he did touch the passed out girl, that was in aid. Nothing more. His smile faded into his neutral expression.
Gillim still had the same grin on his face. David nearly heard Gillim giggle. Gillim tried to shake hands with David, but his hand went through. He gave a puzzled look at David.
"What's you're skill?" The question from earlier. He wouldn't show this guy unless he was positive he was a fairie. He was positive. At least this way he wouldn't be able to play dumb. He put his hand down, awaiting a display.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
She saw that Laurie had started blushing again. Hmm, something is happening here. "I'm Clotho and this is Marneus."
"Hello," Marn said. Being his civil self.
"And I'm Sar," Sar added.
"Okay, then nice to meet you," Damion replied. Clotho couldn't tell, but Damion had a rough polished look to him tonight. There is definately something brewing, Clotho smiled at Laurie. She just refuses to see it.
Dylan
He was so relieved when the girl had woken up. Atleast now he knew that she was okay. Gil had also started to freak him out with the gleam that had come into his eyes.
"Does anything hurt?" He asked concern in his eyes.
"Yes, my head does a little bit," She replied. She brought her hand to the back of her head and winced.
"It must still be tender."
"I guess," She looked over at David, had just gotten up.
"...David." When Gil tried to reach for David's hand though he passed right through.
Dylan's eyes just about came out of his head. What was going on?
David stared Gil right in the face, "What's your skill?"
*sorry, I think both of us posted at about the same time.*
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
**It's fine, our posts said basically the same thing. So no worries.**
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
Sharonda looked at David with a new expression. He's one of us too! She thought. If Gillim wouldn't take her back to the Lost City, maybe this fairy would. the mortal looked shocked. He looked more than shocked. So did Gillim. She smiled to herself. I bet he didn't expect that. She thought happily. But a feeling of uneasiness crept up her spine. Gillim's ability was very dangerous if used right. She didn't know what he was planning, but it wouldn't be good.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."