Fragile Eternity
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What if I wasnt? What if I die because some faery is stronger than me? Seth asked. What if you need me and I cant be there because Im mortal? Being only halfway in your world makes me vulnerable.
I know. Tavish says I should set you free.
Im not a pet to be released into the wild. Im in love with you, and I know what I want. Seth kissed her, hoping his emotions were as clear in his touch as he was trying to make them in his words. The sun sparks tingled against his skinelectricity and heat and some weird energy that mortal words couldnt name.
Forever. Like this.It was what he wanted; it was what she wanted too.
He pulled away, half drunk on her touch. Forever together.
She was smiling then. Maybe theres another way. We canTell me well be okay either way?
We will, he promised. Well figure it out.
He kept one arm around her as they started walking again. Itwould be okay. The Summer King claimed that his objection was to Seths mortality, to his pulling Aislinn away from her court. If Seth were a true part of the Summer Court, there would be no room for objectionbut even as he thought it, Seth knew it wasnt that simple.It could be. Hed never wanted anything as much as he wanted forever with Aislinn. He just needed to find a way.
Riverside? She glimmered then, her entire body pulsing with sunlight, and he held on to her, his own fallen star. Theres music tonight.
He nodded. He didnt ask how she knew: it called to her. Large gatherings of her faeries were like beacons to her now.
Can we run? In her eyes endless blue lakes were shimmering. She might claim to not like being a faery, but part of her liked some of it very much. If Aislinn could set aside her fear of whowhatshe was now, shed be happier.
He nodded, and then he held on to her. His feet barely touched the sidewalk, glancing off the earth like they were flying. If he let go, hed crash horribly, but he wouldnt let go of her, not now, not ever.
When they stumbled to a stop at the bank of the river, she was laughing at the joy of speeding over the earth, at the freedom of who she was and what shed become.
A band was set up alongside the banks. One of the singers was a merrow. She languished in the water, chirping orders at others on the shore. Her skin was tinted moss green, slightly phosphorescent in the dark. She wore a silver cape over a kelp-strand dress that revealed far more than it covered. From the waist down her body was a scaled fishtail, but somehow even that looked elegant. Behind her, a trio of male merrows lolled about with kelpies, but unlike her, the other merrows were hideous. Their faces were those of catfish, whiskered mouths gaping open as they watched their sister with a protectiveness that made Seth wonder if the Dark Court faeries really were the ones to fear. Water-dwelling faeries were creepier.
But then she started to sing, and her brothers joined in on a chorus, and Seth forgot that they were anything other than glorious.
It wasnt a language he knew. It wasnt even a proper song, just them preening a little. Every cell in his body seemed to struggle to find a way to align with that music. His breathing found their rhythm. It wasnt glamour; his charm protected him from that. They were just that good.
He and Aislinn stood silently, lost in the sound and the feel of the music. The notes lifted them, stealing their secrets, their souls, and spinning them into the air and water where pain was gone. There were no worries. There was no fear. It was every perfect moment filling him until his skin couldnt contain it.
Then the music stopped.
The spell broke; gravity returned to his spirit and anchored him to the earth. Their music was like that, lifting you away from the world only to drop you without warning. The drop ached; the absence was like a physical blow.
Theyre amazing, Aislinn whispered.
More than. Seth looked away from the merrows. The only time he and Aislinn could find a space to sit was between songs. When the music began, it was either stand transfixed or dance. He suspected that Aislinn could resist the pull of the songs, but he couldnt. Faery music was all-consuming.
Theyd taken only a couple steps when a skogsra caught Seths attention. Of all the fey creatures hed met, skogsras were among the most unsettling. They existed to tempt; it was their sole purpose. Backless and hollow insideliterally and figurativelyskogsras allure was in their neediness. That space was a hungry emptiness both mortal and faery found difficult to resist. Without the charm Niall had given him, Seth wasnt sure how hed overcome the temptation.
The skogsra, Britta, blew him a kiss.
Aislinn tightened her hold on his hand but didnt comment.
Seth didnt react. He nodded but made no encouraging gestures. The music nights were held in areas declared neutral territory for the event, so the skogsras would all be bolder. Truth be told, Britta would probably be bold regardless of where they were. Any faery strong enough to be solitary but linger where there were several courts in conflict was not to be dismissed lightly.
Britta walked toward them. Neutral ground meant they were all equal here. Seth liked that, but the tension in Aislinns body made clear that right now she wasnt liking it.
A few steps away, Britta tripped, and without thinking, Seth caught her. In doing so one of his hands slid over the space where her back should be. Even though the thin shirt she wore covered most of that void, he still felt the tug of that empty space.
Nice save, love. She kissed his cheek with a familiarity that was not earned. Then she looked at Aislinn. Queenie.
As she sauntered off, Aislinn murmured, Im never going to get comfortable around some of them, am I?
I know. Tavish says I should set you free.
Im not a pet to be released into the wild. Im in love with you, and I know what I want. Seth kissed her, hoping his emotions were as clear in his touch as he was trying to make them in his words. The sun sparks tingled against his skinelectricity and heat and some weird energy that mortal words couldnt name.
Forever. Like this.It was what he wanted; it was what she wanted too.
He pulled away, half drunk on her touch. Forever together.
She was smiling then. Maybe theres another way. We canTell me well be okay either way?
We will, he promised. Well figure it out.
He kept one arm around her as they started walking again. Itwould be okay. The Summer King claimed that his objection was to Seths mortality, to his pulling Aislinn away from her court. If Seth were a true part of the Summer Court, there would be no room for objectionbut even as he thought it, Seth knew it wasnt that simple.It could be. Hed never wanted anything as much as he wanted forever with Aislinn. He just needed to find a way.
Riverside? She glimmered then, her entire body pulsing with sunlight, and he held on to her, his own fallen star. Theres music tonight.
He nodded. He didnt ask how she knew: it called to her. Large gatherings of her faeries were like beacons to her now.
Can we run? In her eyes endless blue lakes were shimmering. She might claim to not like being a faery, but part of her liked some of it very much. If Aislinn could set aside her fear of whowhatshe was now, shed be happier.
He nodded, and then he held on to her. His feet barely touched the sidewalk, glancing off the earth like they were flying. If he let go, hed crash horribly, but he wouldnt let go of her, not now, not ever.
When they stumbled to a stop at the bank of the river, she was laughing at the joy of speeding over the earth, at the freedom of who she was and what shed become.
A band was set up alongside the banks. One of the singers was a merrow. She languished in the water, chirping orders at others on the shore. Her skin was tinted moss green, slightly phosphorescent in the dark. She wore a silver cape over a kelp-strand dress that revealed far more than it covered. From the waist down her body was a scaled fishtail, but somehow even that looked elegant. Behind her, a trio of male merrows lolled about with kelpies, but unlike her, the other merrows were hideous. Their faces were those of catfish, whiskered mouths gaping open as they watched their sister with a protectiveness that made Seth wonder if the Dark Court faeries really were the ones to fear. Water-dwelling faeries were creepier.
But then she started to sing, and her brothers joined in on a chorus, and Seth forgot that they were anything other than glorious.
It wasnt a language he knew. It wasnt even a proper song, just them preening a little. Every cell in his body seemed to struggle to find a way to align with that music. His breathing found their rhythm. It wasnt glamour; his charm protected him from that. They were just that good.
He and Aislinn stood silently, lost in the sound and the feel of the music. The notes lifted them, stealing their secrets, their souls, and spinning them into the air and water where pain was gone. There were no worries. There was no fear. It was every perfect moment filling him until his skin couldnt contain it.
Then the music stopped.
The spell broke; gravity returned to his spirit and anchored him to the earth. Their music was like that, lifting you away from the world only to drop you without warning. The drop ached; the absence was like a physical blow.
Theyre amazing, Aislinn whispered.
More than. Seth looked away from the merrows. The only time he and Aislinn could find a space to sit was between songs. When the music began, it was either stand transfixed or dance. He suspected that Aislinn could resist the pull of the songs, but he couldnt. Faery music was all-consuming.
Theyd taken only a couple steps when a skogsra caught Seths attention. Of all the fey creatures hed met, skogsras were among the most unsettling. They existed to tempt; it was their sole purpose. Backless and hollow insideliterally and figurativelyskogsras allure was in their neediness. That space was a hungry emptiness both mortal and faery found difficult to resist. Without the charm Niall had given him, Seth wasnt sure how hed overcome the temptation.
The skogsra, Britta, blew him a kiss.
Aislinn tightened her hold on his hand but didnt comment.
Seth didnt react. He nodded but made no encouraging gestures. The music nights were held in areas declared neutral territory for the event, so the skogsras would all be bolder. Truth be told, Britta would probably be bold regardless of where they were. Any faery strong enough to be solitary but linger where there were several courts in conflict was not to be dismissed lightly.
Britta walked toward them. Neutral ground meant they were all equal here. Seth liked that, but the tension in Aislinns body made clear that right now she wasnt liking it.
A few steps away, Britta tripped, and without thinking, Seth caught her. In doing so one of his hands slid over the space where her back should be. Even though the thin shirt she wore covered most of that void, he still felt the tug of that empty space.
Nice save, love. She kissed his cheek with a familiarity that was not earned. Then she looked at Aislinn. Queenie.
As she sauntered off, Aislinn murmured, Im never going to get comfortable around some of them, am I?
