I found peace in a forest, I felt love by a stream, I dream in a meadow, I am a child of the earth and pagan forever.
there’s always music among the trees the old ways are full of magic. It is the essence that binds us to everything. We do not bow or bend to our gods, instead we open our arms and embrace them. We do not beg them to do things for us, we asked to be empowered and to assist us, so that we may do those things ourselves
While I was commissioning @littlestpersimmon anyway,* I decided to indulge myself and get one of my faerie prince AU Dex.
Fic:The Huntsman and the Bard Length: 9863 words Rated: T Summary: In which Dex is the son of the Autumn Queen, but he tired of leading the Wild Hunt for her, so he escaped to the mortal world. He’s just trying to live a simple, unassuming life, which is going great until one Derek Nurse, travel writer, shows up wanting to do a magazine cover story about his pumpkin farm.
I like to imagine the above illustration is Dex before he ran away, dressed to lead the hunt and not particularly happy about it.