Draco stood looking out the window of his mortal world apartment. His life had been subpar lately and he was wondering what he could do to make it more interesting. He heard footsteps and turned to his one-night stand from the previous night. His stone-faced expression didn’t waver.
“Let me riddle you a diddy it’s an itty bitty little thing on my mind~ ‘bout a boy and a girl trying to take on the world one kiss at a time~” She sang to herself, thinking she was alone. She was in the park, but she hadn’t seen anyone about so, she was singing and dancing a bit before she spotted someone else and, couldn’t help but blush and end up laughing at herself for it.
Oberon trailed cautiously through the forests of Hollow Earth, doing everything he could to make sure he wasn’t being followed. The gates that led to the Upper Realm had been sealed for quite some time…but on occasion the king felt an urge he couldn’t fight - the need to be there, despite the danger it now held for his kind. He’d established a single gateway - secret and hidden - one he only opened briefly to step through and then immediately closed again. It led him to the basement of a small cabin - a structure he’d built entirely from fae magic…not that anyone could tell.
Today, the king was simply looking for a getaway - somewhere that no one would have any chance of finding him. And the cabin was the only place he could think of, so with more than a bit of eagerness, he unsealed the portal, quickly stepped through, and then sealed it back. The first thing Oberon noticed was the odd presence of an unusual magic signature…right before he realized it was coming from within his cabin. Immediately tensing, the Fae reached out to tentatively prod at the unknown magic, but all he could sense was that it was not likely to be a danger to him. So, with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance he climbed the stairs, opened the basement door…and was met with a rather unexpected site.
She glanced at her bandages, tightly wound around her left arm and right leg, not a sliver of skin showing from underneath them. She sighed in relief and took to the air, her wings so speedily fluttering, no movement could be seen.
Myrissa arrived just as the warning bell rang, signalling all the faerie to get to class. Her eyes widened at the huge structure, old as time itself and she lowered herself to the ground.
“Guess this is where I’ve been shipped off to.” She grinned in good humor and made her way inside the doors.
The paper clutched tightly in her hand read that her first class was the history of magic. She took two right turn and a left before coming up to a wall. Hung upon the wall was a sign, ‘The History of Magic’
She quirked her eyebrow and looked at the wall once more. Obviously she had to use her magic to get in.
She raised her left palm and clutched at the air like a door knob and concentrated on the wall. She turned her hand as if opening a door and there it was, a door on the wall, shimmering and glowing.
She opened the door and found a seat near the middle, avoiding eye contact with the other faerie.
thefairycrownsaid: Klaus relaxed, smiling. “You can’t fool me, Des. You enjoy this. Besides, it’s the only way we can really get you into the castle without violence.”
Des’ head reached Klaus’ shoulder and he pulled the rest of his long body up with him. He agreed, deciding not to be difficult. “I shall confess, there are aspects of it I do enjoy.” Namely, being close to and spending time with King Klaus. “But there are shall also be the inconveniences once other certain…persons…” He was down his friend’s back now, working his way back up to the other shoulder “shall catch sight of me.”