Faerie is a Dream
My realm is no place for mortals
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I did not mean to end up this way. Through the same mortal follies that humans suffer I let my curiosity guide my actions. I suppose for now this will have to do...But I do miss Faerie...
(Independent faerie RP blog; FC: Lily Cole)
If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended, that you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear



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Crystallin was pleased by the answer and she set her drink aside to shake his hand in agreement. “We have a deal then… though I suspect at times situations may arise that must be dealt with an’ the finer details will be worked out then,” she nodded. One of her servants came in and she leaned back so that they could whisper their report before leaving with a dark blush of possible embarrassment.

"Well Mr. Augustine, it seems your clothes are drying in the sun within your new rooms," she explained. "If you’re t’ be my ship’s captain, you’ll be staying here - so long as you don’t find that too unpleasant - an’ I’ll have the tailor spend tomorrow with you to ensure your closet is well stocked. Would you like t’ see your rooms?" she suggested, finally seeming to realize his nudity might be a problem with the others and gesturing to the decorative drape on the back of the couch he was seated on.


 the-self-exiled asked:
Oh my god, were you shot!?"

rithesse:

No- well, yes- but it’s nothing. It was just a scratch.

rithesse:

"Yes, we are, but still,” Aren shrugged, “Everything looks that little bit more worn because there’s so many people about. I can feel the carpet bounce through my shoes!” This was why they had tiles at home.

"Shakespeare?" Aren grinned, "Which ones are your favourites, hmm?"

"Ah I didn’t consider that," she admitted, still leading him towards their destination. She paused though at his question of her favorite and she pulled him off to a slight detour. "Actually - my favorite isn’t even famous. I don’t think she has a name at all… I think she was just - sculpted to be," she explained. She led him to the small wall alcove, smiling softly at the unknown face. “Something about her … I just really love seeing her when I walk by.”


A Short Halloween PSA

tearlessrain:

Hey the thing I reblogged earlier reminded me to mention this:

I can promise all my followers that I do not post or reblog jump scares, ever, because A) I don’t like them and they suck, and B) I know at least a few of my followers have anxiety in one form or another and I’m not going to be that jerk.

So yes. There will be no jump scares from this blog, just wanted to ease your minds preemptively.


 the-self-exiled asked:
♠ (*whispers* do it o.o )

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Send me a ♠ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours masturbating.

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 the-self-exiled asked:
Oh my god, were you shot!?"

rithesse:

rithesse:

No- well, yes- but it’s nothing. It was just a scratch.

"Well- I mean, look at this! My father’s been after a Saatchi for years," He stopped in front of a painting, "He would be jealous if he knew that I was standing right in front of one," His gaze turned to a bust on a plinth, "Who’s that? It looks like Lenin,"

"Your family is well off too though aren’t they?" she asked curiously. It had always sounded that way to her and she’d never thought any less of Aren’s house the few times she’d been over with her family.

She took it into account though and she had some suggestions now for her parents as far as gifts for Aren’s family. She turned to look at the bust with a little hum. “I think so yes… then again - there was an unfortunate streak in my childhood t’ dub everyone as Shakespear,” she laughed.


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Crystallin thought about it for another moment. “Mr. Augustine - you’re without a crew. As of right now it’s only you,” she reminded gently, letting her eyes linger over the smooth details of the glass. “However, I think we could come to an agreement. It would be rather nice t’ have a ship that I can trust for business. Though as long as I see nothing immoral about your goals, I also would see no reason to impede your piracy.”

She paused and she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrow at him. “You would promise that … A promise can be quite a strong bond between two people. Are you sure you’re willing t’ do that when we’ve only known each other for such a sort time?”


 the-self-exiled asked:
"I said the sun is very bright." She hadn't been expecting so much when he'd said they were going somewhere so rainy. Still, Crystallin was eager that they were on their way.

naganye:

naganye:

"For now," Aradir replied softly, "We’re still in the south. You see that lake in the distance? It’ll take two days to cross and by then it’ll be raining," Lots of new settlements were being built around here.

"A few, maybe," Aradir shrugged, "I don’t know much about animals," He lounged against the seat, "Before, this was all uninhabited,"

"What was it before?" Crystallin prompted with a soft smile. The way the terrain and land was laid out, she could imagine that it was something fairly impressive before. Though it also looked like the town had been built to work relatively with the land. It was something she liked to see.


 the-self-exiled asked:
Oh my god, were you shot!?"

rithesse:

rithesse:

No- well, yes- but it’s nothing. It was just a scratch.

"Oh, I see," Aren grinned and put his elbow on her shoulder, "But you’re still posh," As they approached the house, he looked up, "Wow,"

Crystallin gasped dramatically and put her free hand to her heart. “Are you saying that I can’t walk out an’ handle myself on any regular street?” she laughed. She’d never denied that her family was a powerful one with money, but she didn’t like people to think that was all that mattered when it came to viewing her as a person. She took his arm to tug him inside, letting him look at everything as they headed through the main hallway.


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Crystallin hummed a little as she reached for her own drink, tapping her fingernail against the glass as she thought it over. “You’d like me t’ go along with you an’ sail the waters,” she mused. It was a tempting thought but she knew that if she took up the offer, it couldn’t be any long trips. She had an estate to run. While she had plenty of trusted servants, she knew that leaving them alone too long put them in danger from some of the other nobles. The ones that she would have liked to see put down in the dirt where she thought they belonged. The ones that she didn’t trust in the least.

"You know … without a ship you’re a bit stuck here aren’t you?" she pointed out. "I could easily finance a new one and a trip," she drawled, watching him thoughtfully. "But it would still really be my ship wouldn’t it? It would almost be a debt that you owe me. For whatever lady you think I am," she smirked in amusement. What kind of lady did he think she was exactly? Her mind was turning over the possibilities of what it would mean for such an agreement as she was caught up in the excitement of it.


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"You're a monster." [ Alright, let's go from here and then we'll see where it will go xD ]

claraknownastheoswald:

the-self-exiled:

Crystallin stopped and turned to look at the woman who had called out to her. “Rud beag, not only is this none o’ your business, but if you knew what he’s done, yeh wouldn’t be stopping me,” she replied evenly, patting the battered man’s face before letting him drop. “Now just how is it that you can see me right now?” Her tone was dangerously patient.

                       { The Oswald 

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           I-I don’t know…” Clara didn’t mean to stutter - well, who the hell would? - but she wanted to not let the creature angry. “I don’t know how I can see you… But… I do?” she didn’t have the faintest idea of what the girl was, but she could see she was strong. Very strong. Possibly not human. An alien maybe? Should she call the Doctor? Yes, she was panicking pretty much right now.  

           But… Whoever this person was, I don’t quite believe that this was the best way of handling the situation. Couldn’t you just… Have called the police? Firemen, maybe?” now she was really rambling. She wanted to engage in a conversation, make the other see that Clara didn’t need to be a next victim. 

A small laugh rose in Crystallin’s throat as she held her ground, actually kind enough not to step forward. Her presence on the other hand seemed to swell as she straightened in poise. “Has no one ever told you it’s not wise t’ meddle in affairs that you’re clearly not part of?” she asked softly. It was more of a rhetorical question, but given that this girl could see her … “It’s far wiser not t’ meddle in affairs o’ those who aren’t meant t’ be seen either,” she added.

She glanced at the man behind her on the ground. “He deserved much more than this… your precious authorities have already proven that they don’t care an’ won’t do anything about him… They didn’t even believe there was anything t’ be done about. Believe me when I say that I tried t’ give your own kind their chance, rud déanamh faillí.”