Fairies with the wings of an eagle instead of a butterfly
Or the wings of an albatross, because these water fairies spend their lives at sea and need powerful wings to travel across oceans
Cave fairies with black skin smooth as soft leather and the wings of bats, seeing with sound
Fairies who live deed in untouched jungle whose wings look like leaves and skin streaked with green so they can remain hidden in the trees
Albino fairies that live deep in the antarctic where no human can survive, the size of small planes, flying around in dazzling areal displays then dropping to the ground, snow white skin and hair serving as camouflage when actual planes fly over head
Fairies that live amongst humans that are so tiny we mistake them for insects or don’t even notice them at all
known to seek help from humans, to warn those who have accidentally offended them, and to return human kindness with favors of their own. a fairy belonging to this court will avenge insults and could be prone to mischief. the most common time of day to see them is twilight. other names for the Seelie court are ‘The Shining Throne’ or 'The Golden Ones’ and 'The Summer Court’. seelies are known for playing pranks on humans and having a light hearted attitude, forgetting their sorrows quickly and not realizing how they might be affecting the humans they play pranks on.
At midnight in the area near the Geology office where the lights never turn on correctly you will find her sitting patiently her ‘hair’ dripping and pooling on the floor. Her silver hair is not quite silver, most people theories that is actual quicksilver. It would not be surprising, they call her the Crystal Maiden for a reason. Her eyes are like polished Labradorite there is no pupil or white to them. Her lips are polished rose quarts and the hollow of her back is like a geode of amethyst not flowing or rotting wood. She has three horns of crystal that spike out of her head like parts of a crown though these colours change depending on variables that no one has been able to fully decipher.
Sweet words and music will not get you far with her. If you want her favour bring her beautiful crystals tumbled or raw. They say that she helps the Geology professor in exchange for his famous rock candy too. It is hard to tell if that is what she is actually eating some of the time since she has been known to eat raw crystals as well. Green fluorite crystals seems to be her favourite when it comes to these earthy snacks.
No one has ever reported being Taken by her and she is one of the most peaceful of the gentry on campus as long as you do not anger her. A feat that is hard to accomplish. She uses no glamour and allows people to see her directly.
She never speaks and people say that it is because her tongue, like so much of her, is made of crystal. Even her hoof like feet are like raw hematite. You can tell if you have won her favour or not based on her tails and crystal crown. If she wraps her long forked tail around your body that is a clear indication that you have won her favour. This can be dangerous as her tails tips are tipped with a quicksilver that changes rapidly from liquid to solid easily. Her tails also weave through three different hallways they are so long and you have to be careful not to step on them. She has been known to forgive those who do by accident. Her crown will always be blue in colour if she is fond of someone and red if she is angry.
No one knows what to make of the soft pink and purple tones her crown turns whenever the geology professor is nearby but everyone knows that if you are kind to one of them then they will both be kind to you.
There are three ways to make her angry
Trying to touch her or any of her crystals without consent.
Bringing iron or salt near her at all.
Speaking of anything related to her and the professors relationship. She hates gossip.
Keep in mind that she tends to poison those who make her angry and won’t even bother to Take you to do so.
consists of the darkly-inclined fairies. unlike the Seelie Court, no offense is necessary to bring down their assaults. as a group (or “host”), they appear at night and assault travelers, often carrying them through the air, beating them, and forcing them to commit such acts as shooting at cattle. like the beings of the Seelie Court who are not always benevolent, neither are the fairies of the Unseelie Court always malevolent. most Unseelies can become fond of a particular human if they are viewed as respectful, and would choose to make them something of a pet.
“Nah. Big bastard probably wishes it could though. We’d be
sooo fucked though if it did, could you bloody imagine?” Buck gives you a
meaningful look, then smiles.
You laugh. It all
seems so strange; stuff you never thought possible just laid out of for you so
clearly. ‘A deal well struck,’ you think.
“There’re a lot of other things people think the old Slug’s
kin can do. But they can’t really. That Beast didn’t need none of that fancy
Hollywood shit when it fucked the King up good and proper. No sir, just waltzed
in and stirred the Elsewhere up like you wouldn’t believe. Weren’t even meant
to be here in the first place,” said Buck.
He looked sad for a
second. Staring at the ground, his golden eyes glittering with old memories. You
almost feel sorry for him.
‘It’, you correct yourself. Not ‘him’.
At first glance, you
might’ve described the thing that called itself Buck as a person. But once you
had a closer look (if you were an idiot), you would quickly realise that Buck
was too perfect. He looked photoshopped; an immaculate black man with flawless
features, that smiled and moved just like a person. But Buck was not a person.
“And, yeah, now it’s just sitting around. Under the old
English building, doing fuck all. Lazy prick.”
Buck smiles again
and looks at you.
“Anything else you’d like to know, kiddo?” he says.
You think for a
“Yeah, actually. You mentioned…” You resist the urge to rub
the iron nail resting in your back pocket, “…the King. Is that like, um, I mean
I’ve heard about the Royalty and the…”
“The Queen?” Buck nods, his eyes flit around for a second,
searching the shadows with fierce glowing eyes. To you, it seems like it’s just
the two of you, but you can’t be sure.
“Sorry Pumpkin, not really my story to tell. Always a bigger
fish, and all that. Bigger teeth. You understand.”
You frown, a little disappointed, but you decide not to push
your luck any further. If even half the rumours you’ve heard about the Royalty and
the Queen are true, then you suppose that not knowing might be for the best.
“Um, no, in that case that’s all I’ve got, I think,” you
You double check
-Ask about the Good Neighbours (check)
-Where they came from (check)
-What they are (check)
-Why Elsewhere University? (check)
-What else was out there (double check; you just know you’ll
be having nightmares for months)
-The Royalty (better luck next time)
Buck was very
thorough with answering all your questions. For hours, the two of you had
explored all the angles and details of your queries with a forthrightness that
surprised you. The Fair Folk weren’t known for their candour. But then again,
that had been part of the bargain you’d made.
“Excellent. Glad I could help you out.”
Buck’s smile widens,
but in a human way. Not the ear-to-ear grin that you’ve seen from some of the
“Your turn now,” he says, “I kept my side of the bargain.”
“Oh. Shit, yeah.” You hesitate for a moment.
“Come on, just one kiss.”
The deal was one
kiss for all the answers to any question you could every want an answer to.
You’d brought a list to remind you, so you couldn’t leave with anything left
out. You’d found Buck, one of the more ‘human’ of the Fair Folk, and broached
an exchange with strict guidelines.
“One kiss. And I leave this meeting in the same condition
that I arrived, no funny business. That’s what we agreed.” You say, nervous and
sweating, your heart pounding now.
Buck rests his hand
on your shoulder, you feel almost at ease by this very human gesture.
“I know, don’t worry. No changes of any kind. You’ll leave
this meeting the same way you came. Mind, spirit, and body. I gave my word,” he
says, “now pucker up.”
You close your eyes
and he kisses you. Bucks lips are cold and clammy, pressed against yours. He
tastes like sour milk and rust, and you try not to gag.
He pulls away. You
realise that you’ve been holding your breath.
“You taste great. Minty. I like it,” you hear Buck say.
You open your eyes.
A sharp wetness hits
your pupil and the world blurs, stinging, as you blink franticly. It burns. It
throbs with an icy burn that blisters the insides of your lids. You rub at the
pain furiously and your palms come away wet with tears and fairy spit.
Then you squint
around, searching amongst the unfocused, too bright haze of Elsewhere
University, looking for Buck. You keep blinking, the pain recedes and you can
finally see with a vague clarity. The focus sharpens suddenly and you can see
Elsewhere for what it truly is.
You babble inanely
for a moment as your eyes stream, still tender with a dull ache. Madness
tickles at the edge of your mind. Shards of light and torrents of shadow swirl
about you. Eyes of all shapes and colours gleam out at you, attached to faces
born of pure insanity.
Buck smiles at you. The smile breaks, exploding with golden teeth, his body covered in filthy,
matted fur. It is no longer even remotely human, with fur that bubbles like
molten tar and drips like oil, ever changing. Long leathery fingers reach out
“Don’t worry. You’ll leave in the same condition that you
arrived. Mind, spirit, and body. But in the meantime,” Buck’s golden eyes flare
“Fancy another kiss?”
You awake on your
back. Staring at a dazzling sun, you wince. Thinking for a moment you remember
what you were supposed to do. You’d brought a list after all. You’d thought
Now all that is left
is to find the Other they call Buck.