EnsTren: *chews* Edmondia: *chewed upon* EnsTren: *listens to shadow lover and thinks of the Yamis* Edmondia: ? Edmondia: *hasn't heard it* EnsTren: Misty lackey song Edmondia: ? EnsTren: bardic style EnsTren: lay style Edmondia: prettyness? EnsTren: shadow lover never seen by day only deep in dreams do you appear wisdom tells me I should turn away love of mist and shadows all unclear nothing can I hold of you but thought shadow lover mist and twilight wrought Edmondia: ooooo. Edmondia: pretty EnsTren: shadow lover comfort me in pain love although I never see your face all who'd fear you speak in vain never would shrink from your embrace shadow lover gentle is your hand never could another understand Edmondia: oh yes, definitely shades of yami EnsTren: shadow lover soothe me when I mourn mourn for all who left me here, alone when my grief is too much to be born when my burdens crushing great have grown shadow lover I cannot forget Help me bare the burdens I have yet Edmondia: aww... EnsTren: shadow love you can know how I long to reach a point of peace how I fade with weariness and woe how I long for you to bring release shadow love court me in my dreams bring the peace that suffering redeems Edmondia: wai! EnsTren: shadow lover from the shadows made lead me into shadow once again where you lead you I cannot be afraid for you with you I shall come home again in your arms I shall not fear the night shadow lover lead into light Edmondia: ooooo EnsTren: shadow lover is death though Edmondia: pleasant. EnsTren: but you only get the shadow lover if you've been incredibly good and suffered muchly EnsTren: http://www.geocities.com/Ravenfield_Vale/lyrics.html EnsTren: I think you can find sheet music there EnsTren: last line was lead me into light Edmondia: mmm. Edmondia: prettyfulness EnsTren: eeeee Edmondia: hee. ^_^ EnsTren: got a plot bunny? Edmondia: uh.. Edmondia: *crickets chirp* Edmondia: ...no. Edmondia: wish I had, but no. EnsTren: damn EnsTren: it does beg for a fic though, doesn't it Edmondia: hell yeah. Edmondia: fscked up fic, but it would sure be pretty EnsTren: yeha Edmondia: I'll hunt bunnies tonight ^_~ EnsTren: yay Edmondia: on a random note, what would you say if I tried for a Garg oneshot? Edmondia: not in my universe EnsTren: puck? Edmondia: just... sort of there. Edmondia: yeah. Edmondia: puck... torture... EnsTren: YAY Edmondia: vaguely reminiscent of Nabs-chan EnsTren: what kind? EnsTren: tweet Edmondia: just... really really vague images of a very upset owen who's trying to hide it Edmondia: and fox n' david fussing over him EnsTren: why upset? Edmondia: I dunno EnsTren: hmn Edmondia: thinking Family Issues EnsTren: something remembered, something forgotton Edmondia: hm? EnsTren: mab wispers EnsTren: or mad whispers Edmondia: same thing, aren't they? EnsTren: mab's song? EnsTren: the child hears Edmondia: oooooooooooooooo... EnsTren: and sings back Edmondia: pulling out the fact that puck, in fact, is not really an adult... Edmondia: ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo EnsTren: do you think anyone on avalon would notice Edmondia: only those with a strong connection to both... Edmondia: which means I get to drag hair-boyee into things! yes! EnsTren: YAY! Edmondia: ^_^ EnsTren: oh...puck, puck could realize he's going to die and go into hysterics EnsTren: his body IS mortal Edmondia: I swear, I'm Oberon's only supporter in this fandom.... oooooooooo! Edmondia: coooooooooooolies! EnsTren: and he resets it evertime he changes between owen and puck Edmondia: yeah, je sais... EnsTren: and he can only do that when defending and teaching alex Edmondia: true. EnsTren: alex is only a quater blood EnsTren: he's going to DIE EnsTren: and after that, puck won't be able to change between forms Edmondia: true. EnsTren: so he'll get old, and die Edmondia: also true. Edmondia: so... EnsTren: in under 500 years, more than a hundred, if he's very lucky EnsTren: and he realizes it EnsTren: and starts laughing, beccause I think that's one major way Puck deals with things Edmondia: he cracks up completely? EnsTren: and he laughts hysterically, goes a bit nuts EnsTren: enough to hear her, enough for her to hear him EnsTren: to hear him scream, that her beutiful baby trickster is going to die under her traitor son's command Edmondia: and, of course, Big Blue would NOT appreciate that sentiment EnsTren: well he did it EnsTren: it's not something he can squirm out of Edmondia: yeah EnsTren: and so puck can sing EnsTren: and owen can be happy Edmondia: picture owen/puck (either form would work) Screaming "I hate you!" and storming out EnsTren: and the Xanatoses can be upset and worried EnsTren: and the gargoyles, well the gargoyles don't like puck, they would refuse to see something is wrong Edmondia: exactly EnsTren: and maybe the only reason why the royalty knows something is wrong is because fox calls mom up EnsTren: I personally think that while oberon is the king of avalon, mab managed to take the crown with her and thus has some control over the isle Edmondia: hmm... Edmondia: wouldn't be surprised EnsTren: and tania obviously gets very upset at the fact one: Puck has been puck, and no one has noticed it two: he's been singing Edmondia: ja. EnsTren: my lady's eyes are like the skies a soft and sunlit blue no other fair can half compare in sweet midsummer hue Edmondia: I think she would be the most worried... Edmondia: mmm... EnsTren: my lady's eyes cannot disguise her tender gentle heart she cannot feign she feels my pain whenever we must part Edmondia: ...slightly creepy, that EnsTren: now while I live I needs must give her all my love and more that she may know I worship so this one I adore Edmondia: how does he get over the fact that he hates mab though? EnsTren: that he's slightly nuts him self, and they've both been kicked out and she's litterally his only hope Edmondia: true... but I don't think he trusts her EnsTren: he's slightly nuts and she's affecting him EnsTren: little laghter Edmondia: hmm EnsTren: and while away I long and pray the days may speed and then I heartward high I flee, I fly to see her eyes again Edmondia: O.o Edmondia: do NOT romance your grandmother EnsTren: it's another ML song EnsTren: and in aries you do Edmondia: this ain't aries Edmondia: nor any type of aries-rip-off EnsTren: my lady's eyes each glace I prize as gentle as a dove and would that I could tell her why I dare not speak my love Edmondia: O.O EnsTren: Too high as far as any star her station is to mine to wide that space to 'ere embrace beneath her I repine EnsTren: it's a misty lacky song EnsTren: and it supposed to be pure drivel Edmondia: that sounds accurate EnsTren: but you could also use parts of it, changing some things and put a disturbing spin for puck to sing EnsTren: ditto for shadow love Edmondia: ja... Edmondia: fuckered-up ficcage, here I come... EnsTren: yay Edmondia: that's what I'll write in Australia! EnsTren: I good muse? EnsTren: WHAT!? Edmondia: uh... Edmondia: I'm going to Australia for about a month EnsTren: well, evil muse EnsTren: ...... Edmondia: leaving next saturday Edmondia: ^_^ EnsTren: ........... EnsTren: will I see you? Edmondia: uh... Edmondia: probably not until I come back EnsTren: you will write? EnsTren: and send email? Edmondia: I'll try Edmondia: but I'm not bringing my computer along EnsTren: dia tell what I spawned in your brain Edmondia: just... unpleasantness on a vast scale Edmondia: yelling Edmondia: screaming Edmondia: owen flipping out EnsTren: nabiki worthy? Edmondia: I dunno... EnsTren: what happens when obie busts in to find puck singing one of her songs, with a faint acompinment of a female voice? Edmondia: she has ridiculous talents in that area EnsTren: she also has me Edmondia: Obie: O.O EnsTren: wants to shut him up obviously Edmondia: claps one hand over his mouth, squishes him up against his chest, and claps the other over his other ear EnsTren: and puck continues to sing, or hum EnsTren: and giggle Edmondia: yep Edmondia: and oberon is getting Very Disturbed by this EnsTren: and she sings on how to open the portal, how to let her out, how to free both of them Edmondia: ....thought. EnsTren: thought? EnsTren: (sorry was slow, was called away) Edmondia: how to shut puck up and really fucking piss him off EnsTren: iron Edmondia: nah Edmondia: oberon-wise EnsTren: spank him EnsTren: slap him EnsTren: stick his fingers in his ears and go lalalalala Edmondia: *giggles* Edmondia: nah - remember that oh-so-nifty connection those two have? EnsTren: yesss Edmondia: it may be unused - but methinks le blue boy wouldn't hesitate to use it EnsTren: go lalalala in puck's brain? Edmondia: more like go: COME HERE! *YANK* EnsTren: hmn Edmondia: Puck: @_@ EnsTren: when some one finds out they are going to die they usually go though five stages EnsTren: anger EnsTren: denial EnsTren: bargining EnsTren: depression EnsTren: acceptance EnsTren: I think puck whent though all of these EnsTren: laughed his ass off when he hit acceptance and sling shotted back to bargining, because he has a way out Edmondia: hmmm EnsTren: and she undoubtedly is messing a bit with his head EnsTren: he hears a song, and sings it for comfort, she contacts him though it and nudges him closer to her way of thinking EnsTren: does that make sence? Edmondia: yeah EnsTren: he doesn't realize it at first, and she just offers comfort and companionship EnsTren: and when he does figure it out he can't care Edmondia: and then - how is everyone at castle wyvern gonna react to oberon barging in, grabbing puck, and basically shaking the living daylights outta him? Edmondia: IE "WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!" EnsTren: the xanatoses worried and relived upset, but knowing something is wrong EnsTren: the gargoyles would have a reaction like that Edmondia: ja... Edmondia: and oberon and puck are either at each other's throats or oberon's smacking around in his head EnsTren: and puck smiles and sings and giggles a little like stars smashed to shards and tinkling down with blood onto an iron plate Edmondia: "Shush hush little one, little one, shush, shush, you need to stop laughing, stop singing, stop calling, stop calling, stop calling for Her - hush, hush, please stop, please stop my little one, shh..." Edmondia: Soft hair tumbled over his eyes as he shook his head. "Not listening to you to you not ever ever EVER again not EVER agian to you..." Edmondia: Another softsoft giggle, shattered crystal in moonlight. "Can't trust you you traitor-you - you made her cry! You made Her cry - you made her cry, why did you do that? Why? WHY?!" EnsTren: Made me cry too, making me cry. Making me DIE! why? Whywhywhy? Edmondia: "...you cried?" Long fingers brushed against his high cheekbones, pushing away tangled hair with all the care he'd long since forgotten. "You cried?" EnsTren: Unhearing, "She gets to live, even if it's in the horrible horrible place, but I get to die, what happens when we die? Humans say we don't have souls. Do you really love her more than me? And him? That she gets life and I get death. but that alight." a high giggle, moonlight and silver steel wrought together in wind chimes, "She loves me too, she won't let me die, even if she has to bring me there." Edmondia: "...which is kinder, my little one? Which is kinder - I let you choose, don't you know that?" Edmondia: Strange how eyes so clear could be so far from lucid. EnsTren: More laughter, it claws on the edges of sanity, a soul shattering against reality. "Choose the timer, die where there is no one left to serve, to teach, or from my own hand because of boredom." EnsTren: Suddenly arabic, a shap shad of lucidity piercing his rant, "How..Kind." And then he howls, screams laughter as tears of joy stream from his eyes like diamonds. Edmondia: He flinched. He flinched and closed his eyes and pressed his face to his wild hair while his child shrieked and wept in his arms. "...little one..." EnsTren: He started singing then, singing to her as he once played his flute for him. Half forgotten memory, his first forging, magic pressed and forged into his flute which he proudly presented, and played when so young. Now he sings to her, her praises and more. EnsTren: He wants to play his flute for her. Edmondia: "She doesn't love you," he hisses, jealousy pricking sharply in odd, familiar places, "She'll never love you the way you want her to - she never has, she never will, not for you and not for me and not for ANYONE - never for anyone but herself." EnsTren: Again one of thouse piercing cruel moments of crystal clear perfect sanity, weilded as a weapon against him, "It's a slight bit more than you do." There is that sly mischevious child's smile, the one where you're never sure if he is basking in your agony or only meant it as a prank. But there is no doubt as to what he means now. Edmondia: It hurts. It always hurts the most - always the little one he'd always adored. Things made so much sense when he'd decided - why was it that everything went so wretchedly wrong? "...don't think I didn't love you, my little one - don't think I did it for me." EnsTren: "She says you're selfish, I'm inclined to agree. Always always dancing to your song which you comand others to play for you. I sing for her, her glory because I want to." EnsTren: A giggle, soft, baby soft, and baby sweet, but not meant for him now, no, not at all. Edmondia: "She created you out of selfishness - and I became selfish because she gave you to me. Perhaps it's your fault, then?" Strange - why did he feel like crying? EnsTren: Strangely calm now, his voice vibrating as he stares off into what's not there, "I'm going to go to her soon, you should go and take everyone with you, She doesn't like you much because you betrayed her love." Edmondia: "...I loved her," he whispers, "I loved her as much as any child could ever love her. She betrayed me just as I betrayed her - she loved you and she betrayed you too..." EnsTren: "Runs in the family then," flippant, but his eyes are still staring at nothing, at her. And like the spirit of air he is he starts to slip form his hands, but hasn't he slipped away so long ago? Or was he thrown away? Edmondia: "Run run run... we all run away in the end, don't we?" A simple question, and he reaches out and drags him back - You're still mine! - and considers the thought. EnsTren: A virulent hiss, spashing the words in his face like acid, "You cast me out," and he whirls on him, facing him like a caged cat. Edmondia: "You wanted your freedom," he snarls in low reply, "YOU betrayed me, my little one - you fought me when I sought to bring you home." EnsTren: "And kill me with ennui, and make me betray an oath I had given, a bargain I had made." Edmondia: "Your choices - I trusted you in your choices, was I wrong to trust in you?" EnsTren: "A traitor either way." He seems sad, perhaps confused, mulling over what has been said. And then he glares at Oberon. " So leave me be, send Coyote to train Alex, I will go where I am welcomed." This time he does manage to escape his...father's strong arms, and part of him screams at this, he flees to another place, where he was held in comfort by one who could never force him to do anything Edmondia: And he is left with nothing - and in there is nothing more, it seems, to be said. EnsTren: But there are things to be sung. So he stands upon the calm water, arms wraped around himself as was done before, but not. He looks up at the moon, it touched him once, and it reminds him of the magic spun into gold. He sings. Edmondia: He calls his lady - and she closes the ears of her children, closes their hearts, but some things cannot be closed, and though it seems strange to mourn the living... EnsTren: Take me away, take me away forever and ever. There is nothing here for me, no one to hear me. Let the line of traitors end here, sing to me, tell me how to come to you Edmondia: Don't let them know what he's done - a traitor again and over again, don't let them know their beloved prince has fallen - don't let them know that he's fled from them again, forever, for eternity and everything, they can't know what he's done... EnsTren: Don't let them care...but they already don't. Edmondia: Such a pity, then... that he still cares. EnsTren: Sweetly I sing to you, sweetly I call. Before me laid a promise and a bargin, behind an oath. Behind me now lays death, before me you. Never again am I to walk my homeland's halls. To bind me, no life, no dreams, no iron, no hopes I pray to you on an ocean pew. Lead me to you my lady! Sing me thy secrets all! Edmondia: (creepy) EnsTren: (not my best at all) Edmondia: (*shrug*) EnsTren: Pain before, and pain behind, Give me pain of my chosing, the pain of my body, the pain of my mind. Let me sing forever with you, softly sweet and musing. EnsTren: Give me pain sweet, let us again meet. Sweet origin, sweet mother sing. Sing to me so I may take wing. EnsTren: He fell to the ocean's surface, no elder to catch him this time, no one to save him. He didn't want saving did he? Song winds out from him, sobs and giggles intertwined, sometimes begging, sometimes vengful. Edmondia: Maybe he would be caught - maybe someone would save him? Maybe... maybe... no! He hates and hates and hates! ...right? EnsTren: ...Right. And even if he doesn't, they do. They always have. Why else would he go from being the beloved child, prince, to being a servant? Edmondia: ...choice? EnsTren: Did he ever really have one? That one, he'd been first born, true born. He never had a chance though he was more powerful. She killed him for him though. What a thoughtful present. Edmondia: Thoughtful... reclaim his place? What place? What place in what heart... or had he even lost it? EnsTren: Did he ever have it? Really have it? Or were they just enchanted with a baby, with young sweetness. Why wasn't anyone here to stop him? Why wasn't anyone protesting, saving him? Even He came, once, couldn't his old friends do the same? Or even his subsitute mother, Titania? Edmondia: "Did you ever come when we needed you?" EnsTren: He turns and looks over his shoulder at the one who came. Edmondia: Blue eyes - so sad, so sad, so sad like crystal tears that never fall for always and forever. EnsTren: "When was I needed?" EnsTren: He draws in the water, sending ripples off which disapate, looking at the moon's reflection. Edmondia: "When your cousins cried for you - you never came when they wept for your aid. When he called you Home." Edmondia: She knelt with him, slowly, silently as silk and starlight. Edmondia: "...when I asked what you could not give me." EnsTren: "You would have me betray my word as well? you would have me break a promise? All so I wouldn't be a late to a party" EnsTren: "Humans are finite, he'd have died eventually and I could have come home and it would have barely been any time for the island." EnsTren: "...I'm finite now. I have a death sentance handed down from your lord." Edmondia: "He would let you be free - he loves you too dearly for that." EnsTren: He smiles then that strange quirk, swaying back into her realm just as he was coming out of it. A giggle, echos of destruction. "He stole my magic and my life. But now I have her, and when she has me I won't have to, she's already given me my magic back." Edmondia: A soft, quick breath, anxious eyes widening. "...and you think of it as a gift?" EnsTren: "Life's a gift, she gave me that too." Soft sigh, baby breath, her baby that she never bore. He sings sweetly now, slightly twisted, slightly off key tears of joy in his eyes to clense the pain. Edmondia: "She gave it - and we cared for it. We cared for you then - we love you still." EnsTren: "It." A bark of laughter, an iron drum stuck. It's a funny sound, "it." He's an it, not a he. Even Oberon had a father, he, whoops, it is just a puff of magic, unless he wanted to get technical which would make him the offspring of an incestous relationship. It preferred it, and he giggeled at the sound. Edmondia: "...I spoke of your life, not of you, little one, not of you." EnsTren: He didn't hear her, just giggled, madness swirling around him. "Pretty pretty souls, shattered and killed. Pretty pretty lives, empty and filled. Petty Petty souls of my king and kin. Petty petty lives, of my lord and land." Edmondia: "...you are our child." EnsTren: "Servant, ex-servant," he corrected blandly, and then laughed at the song reply only he could make out clearly. "She sang me into being, she sang me awake. Be you she who is married to my death, be her she who sings me asleep" Edmondia: "I never stopped loving you - when did you stop loving me?" EnsTren: "My lady, my lady, tell me more." The words are breathed, reverent, which lady does he plead to so sweetly? You want it so bad you be you it tears at your soul. Edmondia: "Why do you run...? I tire - you do not know how hard you are to seek, to find - I love you, we all love you - why deny us? I offered you my child to keep and hold - because I loved you both... because I knew only you would ever love her - love my grandchild... only you would be bright enough to save us all without thinking of it..." EnsTren: "Why love when destined to die? Why hate when you can't know why? How can you love when love damns you? How can you hate, when the hated makes you new?" Edmondia: "Why live when you're too afraid to be alive?" EnsTren: "Love to apathy and hate to love. Pain to extasy, and extasy takes flight of a dove. Death sentace, death sentace, which one have I chosen? Death sentace, death sentace, between the two, Slide sideways, slide away and life is mine again All I sing is true." Edmondia: "Why grieve, my child? Why rail against your fate? Why sing to she who broke you?" EnsTren: "The potter throws his vase, and gives it to a friend. Then the vase is thrown it against the wall. The potter mends the vase. And into Potter's field go all." EnsTren: A giggle, "But not the vase." EnsTren: (potter's feild is where they put the un nammed dead I believe) Edmondia: (kay) Edmondia: Softness. "Broken and mended and still you survive. Why do you make us love you?" EnsTren: "The potter does not make an ugly vase, she makes one that you can treasure and fills it to the brim with poison" Edmondia: Delicate hands caught his fingertips. "Poison? To taint the ambrosia within? She could not make you so foul..." EnsTren: "Demons and angels, drowned by beauty, stranged by darkness. If you will not heed me, heed reason. A line of traitors we are let it stop with me." Edmondia: She bit her lip and tried not to weep. "...you would ask me to watch my child die?" EnsTren: "You would love a man that sentenced his son to death? Twice over?" He has a silver tongue he does, or perhaps it is iron. It cuts and cuts, pretty patterns and the blood of a heart and soul pour out. EnsTren: A wide smile, and a low low chuckle, something primitive about it. "She killed him for me you know, and don't think that he didn't know she wouldn't." Edmondia: She cringed. "...I know. I have always known." EnsTren: "She won't kill me, this is the only way I can live. But she hasn't been able to tell me yet, so all I have is lullabies." Edmondia: "...how can you be so sure?" EnsTren: "Then I die, but it will be a death I chose...Do you think we have souls, Titania?" Edmondia: "...I don't know," she whispers, "What is a soul?" EnsTren: "Even if you do I don't think I do, she is a great lady, but I don't think she could make me one." A whimsicle smile, "If she does kill me I think she might tell me the answer first." Edmondia: "...so who are you, my pretty trickster-heartbreaker-beloved?" EnsTren: "Robin Goodfellow, called The Puck even when he is no longer the Lord's servant because his wit is unmatched. Or has Oberon taken that away along with my life?" Edmondia: "Names - pretty names for your pretty titles - so many you've forgotten them all. Who are you?" EnsTren: "Last creation of the lady Goddess Mab, sung to as she wove me from mist and shadow and light and magic. Souless vessel of poison and nectar." Edmondia: "Not what, my pretty child, not what. Who?" EnsTren: "Nothing, nothing, her singer mayhap? Last worshiper?" He laughed, it was funny and fitting. He killed them all, drove them mad and drowned them, and she loved it. Edmondia: "Who are you?" EnsTren: "..." EnsTren: "I don't know, and doesn't matter, she can tell me" Edmondia: "No! She can't!" EnsTren: A mildly curious look, blank of emotions, just curiosity, a need to know. A familiar expression. Edmondia: "...she doesn't know who you are." EnsTren: "And you do?" Edmondia: "No. I don't. Why don't you?" EnsTren: "I don't know." He smiles, but at least he isn't singing or laughing at the moment. Edmondia: "Why do you smile?" EnsTren: "Because it doesn't matter." Edmondia: "What doesn't matter?" EnsTren: "Not knowing who I am." Edmondia: "Why not?" EnsTren: "Because I don't matter and so it's funny." Edmondia: "Why don't you matter? I think you matter - so why don't you?" EnsTren: "I'm dead, that's why." Edmondia: "You are?" She tilts her head thoughtfully. "You don't look dead to me." EnsTren: "Mortals start dying as soon as they are born, when your grandson is done I will not be able to turn back the clock, and I will die, cold, alone, old." Edmondia: "...are you so certain you are damned?" EnsTren: "No. I have her." His eyes unfocus and his smile becomes more than a little dreamy. Edmondia: She raises her perfect hand and slaps him across his perfect face. "Liar," she hisses, thick and venemous. "LIAR." EnsTren: His head flies to the side and he slowly turns back to look at her with a quizzical expression on his face and he touches his cheek. "Why?" Edmondia: She reaches forward and places her hand over his. "You do not have her - she has you." EnsTren: "And how is that any diffrent than how it was before?" Edmondia: "You lived for yourself, before." EnsTren: "And when I made my own decision I was given a death sentance. And I was still a commodity then." Edmondia: "A commodity? Who bought you?" Edmondia: Her eyes narrow in scorn. EnsTren: "Traded. Traded and bound and trapped" Edmondia: Biting cold. "You put yourself up for auction." EnsTren: "I was trying to protect your daughter and grandson and you have the gall to say that!? Go take your pet and rest easy on your island." Edmondia: "Did I say I was ungrateful?" EnsTren: He looks down at the water, sight piercing the sea, miles down, he can see the ruins, her city. And he hums a snatch of a song. Edmondia: She slaps him again, gently, scoldingly. "Look at me." EnsTren: He hums, skipping around, trying to find the right note, his place...does he have a place? He looks up. Edmondia: "How old are you?" EnsTren: "..." A few slow blinks of his eyes, trailing off before the humming becomes a true song, "Not sure, old, but not very. Child childe still...if I were still a childe that is." Edmondia: "If you aren't a childe - you're still my child." EnsTren: "I thought I went up for auction. And what kind of mother manipulates things so a child goes out to protect her childe and grandchild?" Edmondia: "Some things you can't escape no matter how hard you try - and how was I to know that you would?" EnsTren: "You thought I was a coward then." His fingers dance in the air, writing out music for the song in glowing notes. Edmondia: "Hardly - I didn't know how much you loved them then." EnsTren: "A choice between families, one that will die and treats me as family though I am a servant, and one that will always be there that I treats me as a servant." Edmondia: "When?" she snaps, exasperated, "When have we treated you as anything less than you are?" EnsTren: "You know what I am," sweet poison flows from him, sweeter still is the song blocking her out, blocking him out. She, the Lady, that's all that matters. Edmondia: "My child!" EnsTren: Words and nonesence, prose and poetry, power and knowledge. It throbs with the heart, and sweels with the sea, pulling you in, suffocatin the pain, suffocating everything. Edmondia: She runs. EnsTren: And The Puck, Robin Goodfellow sings. He is poison and ambroisa. He is light and dark. He is mist twisted and tied. And she already knows this, her finest creation, if any one can love it would be her, even if it's the love of a thing. If anyone can understand it would be her, because she made him. Edmondia: ...so why does he keep on crying? EnsTren: He doesn't want to be a thing, but it's the only thing he has. Edmondia: Isn't it? EnsTren: The Xanatos's...David has Owen, The Puck is not his friend, Owen is. Fox, Fox can't understand herself, she just pretends to be human. Alex? Alex loves him as a child might, but his father will rub off on him. And he's his timer, he stops, and Robin starts to stop, or he might just drop dead. The Gargoyles? Don't make him laugh. Too late. EnsTren: But, he still cries. Edmondia: He can't stop crying. Edmondia: Why can't he stop crying? Edmondia: Why not? Edmondia: Why?! EnsTren: Will she dry his tears? Edmondia: Silly, silly question. EnsTren: Is it? Edmondia: Why doesn't he know? EnsTren: Does he want to? EnsTren: Even if he knew, would it make a diffrence? EnsTren: What choice does he have? EnsTren: Now, or later, that's what. Edmondia: Choices. EnsTren: Name his. Edmondia: He wants to laugh and he wants to cry. EnsTren: He wants to sing and he wants to stop. EnsTren: He wants to scream. Edmondia: Is he screaming already? EnsTren: Magic, he can do both. Pity it doesn't work with everything. Edmondia: Pity... Edmondia: Why won't it stop? EnsTren: He wondered if he was pitied when he was banished. She said they cried for him. He doubted it. Edmondia: They didn't care enough to cry. EnsTren: He watches his tears hit the water, and wonders why even fey, or whatever he was, cry water. Diamonds would be more fitting, or blood for him. He'd like blood, it's pretty like her. Edmondia: But they have no blood to cry. Edmondia: They have nothing. EnsTren: And in his case, not even a soul. Edmondia: Lucky him. Edmondia: Lucky, lucky, lucky him. EnsTren: So long as he lives he has nothing but magic, song, tears, and her. Three of which were stolen by him, choked his song, stole his magic, and sent her away. But now he has it all back, because of her, and in return, she gets him. EnsTren: Lucky. Edmondia: Lucky, lucky, lucky him. EnsTren: Cold too. No one, no voices, no people, not even echoes. The wind across the ocean, mourning what was lost is a very cold wind. Edmondia: Cold... EnsTren: He wants to go home. He doesn't have one. Avalon, banished. Eyrie, Owen's, not his, never his, never mind the fact he is Owen. Her? In the Golden portal? In the nothingness? EnsTren: That's cold too. Edmondia: He's so tired of being cold... EnsTren: He wished someone would rescue him. EnsTren: But...he pushed them all away. There was no one left. EnsTren: No one was going to come, and he couldn't stop singing. Edmondia: All alone. EnsTren: It was cold. Edmondia: So cold... Edmondia: Were his tears really freezing? EnsTren: He looked down as the frozen drops fell into the sea. Maybe he could go down and find those iron cuffs from last time he was here. A fitting death, he thought, cold iron for a cold fey. Edmondia: Cold water and cold sky and cold everything. EnsTren: So he went down, singing as he went, and the sea became silent around him, wales and all singers quietig in the face of this song. Edmondia: Who would dare to challenge him? EnsTren: Oberon and Titania, but they were gone now, so no one. EnsTren: No one. EnsTren: The manacles were easy to find, though they were covered with plant life, and a little bit of animal life. But that wasn't so bad, it just made it easier for him to pick up. Unfortunetly it was undoubtedly corroded....but it could serve. Edmondia: He didn't need perfection... EnsTren: Just cold. Edmondia: Cold. EnsTren: So he took the iron manacles back up to the surface, comepletely dry as he sat down again on the waveless water. Edmondia: So long, last time, when he was so tiny and so frail... how long now? EnsTren: A table of ice, and he set them down upon it. Magic easily stripped away the offending material...Were his hands ever really that small? Edmondia: Tiny... Alex-small? EnsTren: No, a bit bigger, not much though. His arms wouldn't fit, but it didn't matter, they would, the iron would burn and melt his flesh away until it did. His own bracers came off easily, flesh still burnt and twisted, his wax like flesh never really being able to make it back to how it was supposed be. Edmondia: His first present? Second? EnsTren: First, to hide his horrible scars. A present more for them if you think about it a certain way. He used the edges to pry the two smaller bracers open. EnsTren: Maybe he could...assume the form he had when he was younger? It might be easier, and he should have died then anyways. Edmondia: ...so long ago to remember... EnsTren: Cold memories. He smiled. Edmondia: Falling and shattering and screaming and dying... and they'd never suspected their damnation at the hands of a child. EnsTren: It had been beautiful as it crashed, beautiful as it fell. No wonder why she laughed. Edmondia: After all - why not laugh in the face of foolishness? EnsTren: So he made himself smaller, it suited the occasion he thought, and prepared to lay his arms down in the iron bracers once more. Edmondia: So strange - soft and tiny and so strange, again... EnsTren: He forgot he used to look like this. He lowers his arms slowly, softly, humming because he's saving his screams. EnsTren: He braces himself and presses his arms down, rolling his arms once and the manacles click closed. Now he screams. Edmondia: And he cries. EnsTren: And he sings out to Avalon and all kin, blood and no, adopted or not, he can reach. EnsTren: This shadow has offened, But please, think this and all starts to be mended. That the traitor's life ends here And no longer shall Mab appear. This weak and cruel Dream Ceads the title of Puck and all that it may mean. Gentles, do not shead tears, Pity her petty head she does not rear. As I am a souless being Forget all that I mean. Now to scape from song and you all Good night to you all. No tears, there was no love and we are not friends Robin is restoring amends. Edmondia: ...how strange. Edmondia: Can it be true? EnsTren: It must be a joke. Edmondia: Yes. Edmondia: A joke. EnsTren: The Puck does love his jokes. Edmondia: Yes. It must be. EnsTren: Hahaha ha....ha. Edmondia: But... EnsTren: It's not his best. Edmondia: It's not right. EnsTren: It's not funny at all. Edmondia: No one is laughing. EnsTren: ...Where are the King and Queen? Edmondia: ...what's going on? Edmondia: Have you seen them? Edmondia: Where did they go? Edmondia: ...why is it so cold here? EnsTren: What's happening? Where's Oberon? Where's Titania? EnsTren: ...Where's Goodfellow? Edmondia: Have you seen them? EnsTren: ...No...No it can't be. Edmondia: ...I don't understand... EnsTren: ...It wasn't a joke. Edmondia: Sweet holy Avalon... it wasn't a joke... EnsTren: We have to find him! Edmondia: Where did he go?! Edmondia: Why haven't you seen him? Why? EnsTren: I don't know! He's in the mortal world, he never came back! EnsTren: Why is Oberon looking for him? He already signed his death warrent, what's a few years? One of us could teach the Princeling. Edmondia: Shut up! Shutupshutupshutup!! EnsTren: It's true. Edmondia: No! Nonononono! EnsTren: Robin would have died. Anyone can see it. Eyes are not needed. Edmondia: ...Oberon always did like him best. He deserves it. EnsTren: ...I wonder how he's killing himself? EnsTren: Why are we sitting here talking about it and not finding him? Edmondia: I wonder why he's killing himself... Edmondia: Why should we stop him? He never did anything for us... EnsTren: Any warrior can understand, if what the three said is right, he's going to die, Oberon stuck a timer on his head, so... EnsTren: He's choosing his death...He always was a free spirit. EnsTren: He made us laugh, he made Avalona bit more bearable when we couldn't leave. Edmondia: ...why are we letting him go? EnsTren: Did we ever have him? EnsTren: ...he saved us from Mab, Avalon favors him, reach to him in the mortal world to bring him home. Edmondia: He doesn't love us anymore - why should we bother? EnsTren: The King and Queen are. Edmondia: ...just let him die. One less trickster in the world isn't going to hurt anyone... Edmondia: Will you shut up?! EnsTren: And what would it do to Oberon? He is like a son to him. Edmondia: He is a son to him - didn't you know? EnsTren: Mab made him. He's not exactly real if you get my meaning. Edmondia: Oh, so now he's a fake person, is that it? Edmondia: Wake up, you idiot, Mab made a hell of a lot of other people too, hell, she probably made your mother! EnsTren: At least she didn't make my mother from her son and herself. Edmondia: It's not his fault. He didn't ask for this. EnsTren: Robin was under the waves now, the moon was so pretty from below the water. He had lost concentration and had reverted to his normal form, the iron had burned though him in record time. But that was okay, the pain was clean and cold, like the water, like the moon. He was dying, dying cold, from iron, self-inflicted iron as he sang so very softly his joy. He decided to spread it to them all. EnsTren: (and I need to get up in five hours) Edmondia: (oh... dear...) EnsTren: (post this all in your lj) EnsTren: (I'll be fine, there's a big starbucks near me) Edmondia: (O.o the whole thing?!) EnsTren: (use an lj cut) EnsTren: (am I a good muse?) Edmondia: (hon, you're a genius) EnsTren: (*blushes*) Edmondia: (how do you use an lj cut) Edmondia: ? EnsTren: one sec EnsTren: http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=75 EnsTren: there's all the info you need Edmondia: yay EnsTren: so naaaaaaai EnsTren: or morning EnsTren: *goes away to pass out* Edmondia: morning! EnsTren signed off at 4:26:25 AM. 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