Pen and Paper and Fairies: Journal Wed 10 Feb 2016
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Note: I've been working with Violent and Draco for a while now. Hopefully I'll get some time to really tell their story.
-- d.k.s., 29 Feb, 2020
Pen and Paper and Faries: Journal Wed 10 Feb 2016
CHAPTER ONE: MEETING
"You're Silent Violent, aren't you?" Draco moved next to the empty stool next to hers but made no move to sit on it. He was slender with light hair that was just long enough to get in his face. Violent knew his eyes were violet like hers, but they looked black in the dark club / bar.
Violent reminded herself to keep her back straight, posture perfect. She glanced over her shoulder at the two tables he, his band, Ouroboros, and their group were sitting. Indicating the table with a tilt of her head, her waist length dark hair moving like water, she asked calmly, "Which one of your friends put you up to this?"
From across the room, her excellent night vision picked up the very small tilt of the glass being held by Ben. She groaned to herself.
"Ben." It was a statement and her tone made Draco want to fall to his knees, kiss her pretty toes with the black polish, and apologize.
Five minutes earlier, Ben had nudged him. "I see you looking at her. Name is 'Silent Violent '. Go talk to her," there was a gleam of mischief in Ben's eyes, but he was full Fae and that wasn't an uncommon look.
Now Draco stood at the bar mentally kicking himself. "Yes," he admitted. "Ben."
Draco and Violent glared daggers in the Fairy's direction, not realizing they were doing it at the same time. They were already becoming One.
"Let me start over, please?" Draco asked in a low voice which only she could hear. "Hi, I'm Draco, and you are...?" His voice trailed off. The silence became almost painful, and he made his next blunder. "Violet, right? I guess that'd be pretty weird to be named, 'Violent'." And he laughed. The beautiful girl beside him didn't move a muscle.
Wait for it, she counseled herself.
"Oh, wait, it is your name? Not the Silent part but--"
She decided to end his suffering. She reached for her double shot of vodka with three mint leaves, downed the drink in one gulp but kept the mint leaves in her cheek to suck on. "I'm Violent. It's my real name. The 'Silent' part was added by people --," here she paused to glare at Ben again. "People who thought I talked too much. Apparently someone tried to temporarily make me Silent, but it didn't work. Instead of thinking maybe the spellcaster was an idiot, they figured my talking couldn't be stopped." Violent slid off the stool and Draco realized just how petite she was. He was barely 5'10", tall for his Folk, but Violent only came up to his chest, despite wearing a wicked looking pair of 6" platform heels. Still, she looked him directly in the eyes as she spoke, low enough that it was obviously meant for his ears only. "I do not tell secrets and I obviously cannot lie," she blinded, as if suddenly coming back to herself. Draco raised and eyebrow. Was it true she didn't know what she was?
Violent tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and he caught sight of the slight point at the top of her ear. Her voice became louder, "I said, I'm going out for a cigarette. Would you like to join me?"
With that, Violent turned and began moving between the many bodies between her and the door.
Draco looked at his table before quickly following. Although he had excellent hearing, he did not hear Ben comment to his bandmates, "They're becoming close, fast. Neither of their families will be happy about that." And then Ben, whose real name could not be pronounced by humans, burst into laughter so infectious the mostly human patrons picked up on it and began laughing, too, though they weren't sure why.
Outside Violent lit her cigarette. Draco asked, "How can you stand those? I mean, you're--"
"Fae?" Violent interrupted. She sighed, impatient. "No, I am not one of You. I was adopted as a young toddler by a lovely pair of Wiccans. For some reason, my first name had to be kept. My last name is 'Jones'." Her lips tried to involuntarily smile. "Go on, Draco, say it."
He couldn't help himself. "Your name is Violent Jones and you were raised by a witch and a wizard? Or warlock?"
Her face visibly closed off, as if used to this part. "Violent Jones. And I said Wiccans. Pagans, to be exact." She paused, waiting for the usual reaction. She didn't get it.
"You're trying to say you're not a Changeling," Draco said, turning his head to avoid the smoke.
"Yes," Violent smiled primly. "And I have two mommies who love me very much."
"But your first name. Why not make it more, er, Wiccan?"
Violent let out a loud peal of laughter. She was used to people asking about her mothers, where they slept, who was the "dad" of the two. As if sensing her thoughts, Draco boldly reached out to touch the same lock of hair from before, and gently tuck it behind her ear.
"Your ears," he murmured, as if she were the one who had lightly brushed fingertips across the sensitive ear tips. And then they were kissing, her cigarette dropping, forgtten, to the ground. Their arms wrapped around the other as if to hold the other in place, though neither was going anywhere. Violent went up on her toes as far as her heels would allow, and Draco bent down, but they fit perfectly from the first. Unlike some of the couples who appeared to be eating, or trying to climb into one another -- and some of both of those options were happening -- Draco and Violent kissed slowly, as if they had all the time in this world and all the others. Their kiss was the start of something new, of something big, and they both sensed it, yet neither was scared and neither pulled away.
"Violent," Draco whispered into her mouth.
"Draco," she whispered back a minute later as her tongue lightly licked the sensitive point on his left ear.
Inside the bar, Ben watched the kissing and saw their very souls touching and testing the other's. Ben stood, almost knocking over the table and actually knocking over a few drinks. "Oh, this us not good. Oh, this is bad. This us so bad," he announced, a tad too loudly.
Ben was new to the ways of the humans and it was only because Draco's mother, the Queen, had hired him to watch Draco that Ben had gotten the job as the band's manager. Although Draco was nearly 100 years old, he wasn't more than a teenager as he could easily live a few centuries. Draco's mother had allowed this bit of "teenage rebellion" (as she called it) of living among the humans and forming a band. Although Draco knew each band member had been sent from Faery to the human world to report back to his mother, his fun, easy going manner had quickly won over his bandmates. While they still had to report back, they were firmly on Draco's side. Which was why they all looked at Ben as the enemy.
Ben, who had chosen Dover as his last name because it made him laugh, was firmly on Draco's mother's side. In fact, he was paying off a 7 year debt by agreeing to watch over the Queens favorite son. Ben had taken his role of manager to the band Ouroboros very seriously and it was for this reason alone that the group thought he was upset about Draco and that Violent girl.
The truth was, while Violent wasn't a Changeling in the true sense of the word, she was Fae. And she was from a different court. When Ben had reported Violent being in the same school, he had been told to keep Violent and Draco apart at all costs. Draco had been convinced to drop out to concentrate on the band, but Ben had stayed at the high school to keep an eye on Violent.
As Ben watched Violent, it became obvious she had no idea of her real parentage. But as Ben watched her and Draco kiss, it was just as obvious that her unconscious mind knew everything. And that was bad.
Ben looked at the clock above the bar: 8:13. The band didn't go on until 9:30pm and, technically, weren't supposed to start setup with another band onstage, but this was an emergency. Every one of his friends had congratulated Ben on his lenient 7 year debt. Until they found out whom he was bound to and the congratulations turned into, "we'll see you in 7... maybe."
Ben wasn't supposed to charm any mortals or use more glamour than necessary, but those terms could be stretched. He sent thoughts if exhaustion towards the band onstage and they quickly wound up their set. Ben sent the other members of Ouroboros -- Jakob, the guitarist, Even (called, "Evan" by humans) the drummer, and Dave the singer -- over to help with the previous band's equipment as they suddenly seemed almost too tired to move.
Ben didn't have time to be his usual careful self.
He walked outside with purpose.
"Draco, we're on in ten," Ben barked.
If Ben expected Draco and Violent to jump apart, he was mistaken. But even worse was the fact that when they did physically separate, there was a thin silver line, almost rope - like the way it moved, between the two. It was as if a strong silver necklace, invisible to, apparently, all, were now linking the two.
If Draco or Violent noticed, they said nothing. They clasped hands and walked back toward the door. A slight squeeze of one hand and they turned as ine, tho it was Draco who spoke, "'Silent Violent'? Really?" And the couple went back into the club, leaving Ben to wonder if he could run out on the remaining 5 of his 7 year debt payment and, if so, how long he could hope to last once he was caught. And he knew he would be caught.
Blessed Be,
D.K. Stevens
MY MAIN BLOG IS AT: dks327.WordPress.com
Note: I've been working with Violent and Draco for a while now. Hopefully I'll get some time to really tell their story.
-- d.k.s., 29 Feb, 2020
Pen and Paper and Faries: Journal Wed 10 Feb 2016
CHAPTER ONE: MEETING
"You're Silent Violent, aren't you?" Draco moved next to the empty stool next to hers but made no move to sit on it. He was slender with light hair that was just long enough to get in his face. Violent knew his eyes were violet like hers, but they looked black in the dark club / bar.
Violent reminded herself to keep her back straight, posture perfect. She glanced over her shoulder at the two tables he, his band, Ouroboros, and their group were sitting. Indicating the table with a tilt of her head, her waist length dark hair moving like water, she asked calmly, "Which one of your friends put you up to this?"
From across the room, her excellent night vision picked up the very small tilt of the glass being held by Ben. She groaned to herself.
"Ben." It was a statement and her tone made Draco want to fall to his knees, kiss her pretty toes with the black polish, and apologize.
Five minutes earlier, Ben had nudged him. "I see you looking at her. Name is 'Silent Violent '. Go talk to her," there was a gleam of mischief in Ben's eyes, but he was full Fae and that wasn't an uncommon look.
Now Draco stood at the bar mentally kicking himself. "Yes," he admitted. "Ben."
Draco and Violent glared daggers in the Fairy's direction, not realizing they were doing it at the same time. They were already becoming One.
"Let me start over, please?" Draco asked in a low voice which only she could hear. "Hi, I'm Draco, and you are...?" His voice trailed off. The silence became almost painful, and he made his next blunder. "Violet, right? I guess that'd be pretty weird to be named, 'Violent'." And he laughed. The beautiful girl beside him didn't move a muscle.
Wait for it, she counseled herself.
"Oh, wait, it is your name? Not the Silent part but--"
She decided to end his suffering. She reached for her double shot of vodka with three mint leaves, downed the drink in one gulp but kept the mint leaves in her cheek to suck on. "I'm Violent. It's my real name. The 'Silent' part was added by people --," here she paused to glare at Ben again. "People who thought I talked too much. Apparently someone tried to temporarily make me Silent, but it didn't work. Instead of thinking maybe the spellcaster was an idiot, they figured my talking couldn't be stopped." Violent slid off the stool and Draco realized just how petite she was. He was barely 5'10", tall for his Folk, but Violent only came up to his chest, despite wearing a wicked looking pair of 6" platform heels. Still, she looked him directly in the eyes as she spoke, low enough that it was obviously meant for his ears only. "I do not tell secrets and I obviously cannot lie," she blinded, as if suddenly coming back to herself. Draco raised and eyebrow. Was it true she didn't know what she was?
Violent tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and he caught sight of the slight point at the top of her ear. Her voice became louder, "I said, I'm going out for a cigarette. Would you like to join me?"
With that, Violent turned and began moving between the many bodies between her and the door.
Draco looked at his table before quickly following. Although he had excellent hearing, he did not hear Ben comment to his bandmates, "They're becoming close, fast. Neither of their families will be happy about that." And then Ben, whose real name could not be pronounced by humans, burst into laughter so infectious the mostly human patrons picked up on it and began laughing, too, though they weren't sure why.
Outside Violent lit her cigarette. Draco asked, "How can you stand those? I mean, you're--"
"Fae?" Violent interrupted. She sighed, impatient. "No, I am not one of You. I was adopted as a young toddler by a lovely pair of Wiccans. For some reason, my first name had to be kept. My last name is 'Jones'." Her lips tried to involuntarily smile. "Go on, Draco, say it."
He couldn't help himself. "Your name is Violent Jones and you were raised by a witch and a wizard? Or warlock?"
Her face visibly closed off, as if used to this part. "Violent Jones. And I said Wiccans. Pagans, to be exact." She paused, waiting for the usual reaction. She didn't get it.
"You're trying to say you're not a Changeling," Draco said, turning his head to avoid the smoke.
"Yes," Violent smiled primly. "And I have two mommies who love me very much."
"But your first name. Why not make it more, er, Wiccan?"
Violent let out a loud peal of laughter. She was used to people asking about her mothers, where they slept, who was the "dad" of the two. As if sensing her thoughts, Draco boldly reached out to touch the same lock of hair from before, and gently tuck it behind her ear.
"Your ears," he murmured, as if she were the one who had lightly brushed fingertips across the sensitive ear tips. And then they were kissing, her cigarette dropping, forgtten, to the ground. Their arms wrapped around the other as if to hold the other in place, though neither was going anywhere. Violent went up on her toes as far as her heels would allow, and Draco bent down, but they fit perfectly from the first. Unlike some of the couples who appeared to be eating, or trying to climb into one another -- and some of both of those options were happening -- Draco and Violent kissed slowly, as if they had all the time in this world and all the others. Their kiss was the start of something new, of something big, and they both sensed it, yet neither was scared and neither pulled away.
"Violent," Draco whispered into her mouth.
"Draco," she whispered back a minute later as her tongue lightly licked the sensitive point on his left ear.
Inside the bar, Ben watched the kissing and saw their very souls touching and testing the other's. Ben stood, almost knocking over the table and actually knocking over a few drinks. "Oh, this us not good. Oh, this is bad. This us so bad," he announced, a tad too loudly.
Ben was new to the ways of the humans and it was only because Draco's mother, the Queen, had hired him to watch Draco that Ben had gotten the job as the band's manager. Although Draco was nearly 100 years old, he wasn't more than a teenager as he could easily live a few centuries. Draco's mother had allowed this bit of "teenage rebellion" (as she called it) of living among the humans and forming a band. Although Draco knew each band member had been sent from Faery to the human world to report back to his mother, his fun, easy going manner had quickly won over his bandmates. While they still had to report back, they were firmly on Draco's side. Which was why they all looked at Ben as the enemy.
Ben, who had chosen Dover as his last name because it made him laugh, was firmly on Draco's mother's side. In fact, he was paying off a 7 year debt by agreeing to watch over the Queens favorite son. Ben had taken his role of manager to the band Ouroboros very seriously and it was for this reason alone that the group thought he was upset about Draco and that Violent girl.
The truth was, while Violent wasn't a Changeling in the true sense of the word, she was Fae. And she was from a different court. When Ben had reported Violent being in the same school, he had been told to keep Violent and Draco apart at all costs. Draco had been convinced to drop out to concentrate on the band, but Ben had stayed at the high school to keep an eye on Violent.
As Ben watched Violent, it became obvious she had no idea of her real parentage. But as Ben watched her and Draco kiss, it was just as obvious that her unconscious mind knew everything. And that was bad.
Ben looked at the clock above the bar: 8:13. The band didn't go on until 9:30pm and, technically, weren't supposed to start setup with another band onstage, but this was an emergency. Every one of his friends had congratulated Ben on his lenient 7 year debt. Until they found out whom he was bound to and the congratulations turned into, "we'll see you in 7... maybe."
Ben wasn't supposed to charm any mortals or use more glamour than necessary, but those terms could be stretched. He sent thoughts if exhaustion towards the band onstage and they quickly wound up their set. Ben sent the other members of Ouroboros -- Jakob, the guitarist, Even (called, "Evan" by humans) the drummer, and Dave the singer -- over to help with the previous band's equipment as they suddenly seemed almost too tired to move.
Ben didn't have time to be his usual careful self.
He walked outside with purpose.
"Draco, we're on in ten," Ben barked.
If Ben expected Draco and Violent to jump apart, he was mistaken. But even worse was the fact that when they did physically separate, there was a thin silver line, almost rope - like the way it moved, between the two. It was as if a strong silver necklace, invisible to, apparently, all, were now linking the two.
If Draco or Violent noticed, they said nothing. They clasped hands and walked back toward the door. A slight squeeze of one hand and they turned as ine, tho it was Draco who spoke, "'Silent Violent'? Really?" And the couple went back into the club, leaving Ben to wonder if he could run out on the remaining 5 of his 7 year debt payment and, if so, how long he could hope to last once he was caught. And he knew he would be caught.
Blessed Be,
D.K. Stevens
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