Sebastian
She got up from the concrete grounds. The light from the truck shone upon her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked upon the truck that had more than a huge dent on it.
As a matter of fact a hole tore at the front of the truck. Her clothes had become torn and dirtied. There were dark patches all over her cream skin.
Her glowing magenta eye, eyed the truck before approaching him, on bare legs. Smoke was rising from the huge hole her impact with the truck had created.
She held the door and in attempt to open it ripped right off it's hinges. She threw the truck door to examine the hurt man inside the truck.
"An bhfuil tú ceart go leor---" She caught herself mid-sentence.
The portal jump had messed with her linguistics format amongst other things.
"Are you okay sir?" She asked again, this time in the common language that is English.
The man much to her relief groaned but didn't move nor say a word in response.
She climbed in the truck, and threw her hand on the truck driver, lifting him off the car seat, and bringing him out of the truck.
Blood flowed from the open gash on his forehead, and more red from his nose.
She carefully dropped him on the ground, much to the truck driver's inconvenience. The portal was a tricky situation. No-one knew where it would land you. Being a Queen she could bend the portal to her will, but even with that ability it was hard.
Her eyes scanned him, like rays in the dark they glowed at him.
"Fuck tú cuma gortaithe" She whispered checking his wounds.
(Fuck you look hurt)
She rose her hand up at him, a bright shade of deep purple thin line webbed around her hand, similar to her glowing eyes.
The truck driver's wounds began to sew back together. The skin of his wounds began to draw back to close the wound, and when he was all healed he suddenly gasped for air, jerking up.
His eyes looked over to the girl with glowing eyes before him.
"W-who are you?" He asked, confused but very much beguiled.
She gave him a lopsided grin. "Lynn" She replied before waving her hand passed his face and he suddenly feel back on the ground.
She dusted her hands and got up. For a moment she stood at the road. Her eyebrows furrowed till they touched each other. Her eyes browsing the area.
The air crackled around her, a jolt of electricity shot down her spine
She sucked in a breath a dawning look etched all over her dirty face.
"Mianach" She said in only but a breath.
(Mine)
Suddenly her image started to drift, like a lost memory returning back to a bottomless pit, she faded right before his vision.
Sebastian woke up gasping for air. His eyebrows knitted as he swallowed hard. Sweat covered his body, and his entirety was shaking.
Who was she? Why couldn't he realise the image of her from his dream? She felt so real but now he was awake he couldn't even determine if she was a she.
No. She was definitely a she, he could basically feel her soft voice in his head. It was the one thing he could remember whenever he dreamt of her.
Sebastian got off the bed and head for the standing mirror in his bedroom.
He eyed himself from the mirror's reflection of him. Dark rims were bellow his eyes. Probably from the little sleep he had from dreaming of a nonexistent entity.
With a sigh he left his mirror and head down the stairs.
Familiar voice hit his ears as he got down stairs. Aunt Brenda was having another argument with Willie.
"I swear you always do this. You can't just take my phone away from me mum" Willie voiced in her usual chippy tone.
Willie looked just like her mother. They had the same blonde hair dirtied with black roots. The same diamond shaped face.
Their eyes were alike --- Brown --- only Brenda's was dull unlike Willie's that had small gold flecks in them.
They also had the same small mouth, tall shape, and chippy attitude.
"You mean be a mum, yes, I do, be grateful child." Brenda glared at Willie "Do you know how many children wished their parents gave the slightest bit about them!" Brenda retorted only to get an eye roll from Willie in response.
"Please mum. No one wants their overbearing parents nosing into their business." Willie replied with a snarky attitude to follow.
Brenda gasped dramatically. "Don't piss me off little girl!---"
"---Good morning" Sebastian cut in to greet.
They stopped to turn to Sebastian's figure. Brenda's expression changed so a calm one unlike the angry on she'd on.
"Well, good morning, Sebastian." Brenda greeted back with a feigned smile, rubbing her hands nervously on her apron.
Brenda had hopped Sebastian hadn't heard her argument with her daughter. She didn't want Sebastian knowing the kind of relationship she had with her daughter, especially since it hadn't been all too long he'd been in the house.
It was a specialty of Brenda's to pretend. Forge the perfect image of an harmonious living she had with her daughter.
Sebastian on the other hand couldn't careless. He saw the heated arguments both mother and daughter had but he didn't give a rat's ass
The boy had come to live with his aunt under the umbrella of tragedy. Brenda and the image she was trying to pull off he didn't care for.
Sebastian pulled a stool of the island counter.
"Good morning dork," Sebastian ignored Willie's remark.
It was a habit of Willie's to try to piss him off. But Sebastian was at a stage of his life that he couldn't careless about their antics or anything going on around him.
"Good morning, Will--"
"---lie....Willie, Sebastian." Willie corrected.
He rose a eyebrow. "Like I care." He breathed, turning away from her.
"Sebastian, would you like some French toast?" Brenda asked with a smile.
His eyebrows furrowed, and he shook his head. "No. No, water is good enough,"
Brenda's smile died. "Um...Okay, suppose that's fine if you're not hungry---"
"----Yes, I'm not hungry." He cut Brenda off, jumping off the stool to head for the kitchen sink.
Brenda sighed, throwing Sebastian a contemplative look, before she told. "Calliope is dead."
Sebastian's hand freezed. He wasn't one to associate with too many people but Calliope did matter. Not again, he thought.
Sebastian swallowed before he replied. "She was an old woman"
"She was 46 asshat" Willie quipped.
Brenda glared at her. "Sabrina is calling a coven meeting, police forensics say it was murder, the witch council say it was magic overload" Brenda informed.
Sebastian took a sip of water. "Let me judge that." Sebastian voiced.
Suddenly magenta flashed before his eyes, and the glass fell from his grip. Whining noise echoed throughout his head, sending an arrow like pain zipping through his body.
'You're hurt!" A familiar and distorted voice thundered in his head.
It sent shock waves throughout his body, yet joy warmed his heart.
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Braelynn
Eyes turned to Braelynn as she pushed the bar door open. Her eyes first scanned the area, starring at the strangers that equally stared at her strangely and curiously, before allowing her legs to carry her ahead.
She ignored the curious eyes as she entered 'The Bent Crow'. Her hand ran into her full messy hair, and her tongue came out to like her lips.
Braelynn could sense that wolves filled the bar. The wolves were thrashing inside of their host at Braelynn's presence. But she paid no mind to them as she strode ahead.
Her maroon colored curly hair, bouncing at the length of her ribs.
Covered in dirty and blood the human eyes looked over at her curiously while the shifters in the bar were in distraught.
Her power exerted dominance over them, even as she had held it down. Enveloping the bar like a dark cloud.
The southern music was still going on as she took a seat next to a man. She glanced at him to see his hazel eyes staring at her.
She took in the large man in black khakis and a black circle neck short sleeve that seemed tight around his big construct muscles. Sharp jaw, messy black hair tussled on his forehead.
To anybody else this man would look very scary with how stoic his expression was and how built and large he was, even worse with the Tattoo littered all over his pale neck, on the tip of his chin to down his hand. Then the small lined scar underneath his sharp hazel eyes.
He took her in like a predator watching it's prey.
Her pink lips pulled up into a smile. "Hello Dremeine." She greeted with a sly smirk.
A smirk grew on the man's face, who was apparently Dremeine.
"Hello, Braelynn. That time of the year?" Braelynn nodded, snatching his glass of scotch from him to gulp down.
Not that it would do anything.
"That time of the year." She replied with words.
He nodded curtly before reaching down to grab a bag pack from the ground next to his stool and shove it at Braelynn.
"You've got a nice pair of clothes in there for you to change"
"Please don't tell me you picked it out." Her sharpened teeth flashed a bit as her smirk widened.
"I didn't. Afriel did. Don't worry, I'm sure it speaks old hag."
Braelynn growled at him. "Mac fraochÚn," She sneered at Dremeine.
(Son of a whore)
Dremeine chuckled at her.
"Hey, nice contacts." The bartender voiced from the other side of the bar.
She smirked widely, showing off her teeth with sharpened ends like a shark. "Thank you."
The bartender's eyes flashed gold, displaying that his wolf was already aroused by Braelynn.
Dremeine rolled his eyes at the common reaction to Braelynn.
Braelynn grabbed the bag pack and jumped of the bar seat.
"I'm hungry, Dremeine, feed me," Braelynn ordered.
Dremeine rolled his eyes again. "You're in luck. Afriel made chicken pot pie today."
Braelynn's lips swiped pass her sharpened teeth. "Sounds delicious. I'm so hungry, I feel like I could eat babies."
Dremeine's expression turned serious. "Do not go anywhere near my children."
Braelynn rolled her eyes. About to move a sudden coldness constricted her breathing, chilled down to her bones. Her heart pumped dark blood down to her veins.
Her cream skin paled further from the coldness that blanketed her body.
Slow breaths passed from her rising chest, from her constricted throat, to her rosy red nostrils.
The rosy red blush on her cheeks highlighted from the obscene paleness of her cream skin.
Black ink narrowed from her neck to the start of her nails. Her pointer finger twitched slightly, and her light pink lips parted ever so slightly.
Her hands buried themselves buried inside her hair. Gripping her hair hard as the cold overwhelmed her.
Pain shot throw her heart, and her vision flashed complete white.
He stood there in pain that he masked. Glass in hand, expression rather pained but non of the people by his side noticed.
He looked beautiful. His coal black hair was long, down to the nape of his neck, messy like he had rolled out of bed.
His jaw was prominent, eyebrows as dark as his hair and lashes, looking perfectly carved. His crystal blue eyes were glassy from unshed tears that no one noticed as they were hooded by his curly lashes.
His lips were crimson red and naturally puckered.
He was lean, but built enough as his muscles were in display in the ash short sleeved shirt he was wearing, and brown shorts.
His pain tore through Braelynn's body, and made it quiver. A whining noise rang in her head making her grit her teeth.
'You're hurt!" She heard herself yelling into a headspace that was not her own.
The scene ended before her, fading into the back of her head like a distant memory, but the fae Queen remembered the image of the beautiful boy in her head as her own vision came back to her.
It was the same boy who's presence she had felt back at the empty road. The one who'd caused a kind of warmth that thawed her heart that had been frozen for centuries now.
She'd searched for something in the mortal realm for centuries now. This blue eyed boy would be able to give her.
Her leannan sidhe.