Sebastian
"According to the Greek mythology, Zeus married Hera, who by the way was also his blood sister....." Mr Cornelius rambled on, on Greek mythology.
Sebastian on the other hand was scribbling on his note, trying to make up the perfect glyph from series of symbols. Glyphs were power symbols, it could be a source of power, a source of teleportation. Whatever you wanted it to be.
But it was more complicated than that though. You had to be powerful enough to make a powerful glyph. Weak witches made weak glyphs. You also had to be smart to make one, you must had to have studied the symbols for the glyph making or you'd have a catastrophe at hand.
Sebastian had been making glyphs since he was a child. The combination of powerful symbols to make a glyph was easy for him.
"So that was how Lydia dumped me." Caesar concluded.
Sebastian on the other hand was paying no mind to Caesar.
"Hey.....Seb? Are you listening?"
His blue eyes rose up at Caesar once the words finally got through to him.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion for awhile before he shook his head with a slight dawning look. "Yeah." He blurted quickly. "Lydia dumped you, whole school is talking about it"
Caesar groaned. "It's absolutely stupid. I mean Ian dumped Jeniffer McMahon yesterday, why is no one talking about that?"
Sebastian had gone back to drawing on his note but this time answered quickly. "Because everyone knows Lydia dumped you for Ian."
Caesar glared at Sebastian that was paying no mind to his expression.
"Doesn't matter anyways." Caesar muttered. "Hey, do you think Sabrina will go for me?"
Sebastian neck turned to Caesar for a second before he went back to drawing on his note. "Not a chance, she hates your guts," Sebastian replied blankly. "Besides she just lost her mum." That one he said with a twinge of bitterness.
Caesar snorted. "She hates YOUR guts, and you're right, she won't go for me cause she has a crush on you."
Sebastian stopped for a moment then shook his head. "You're delusional Caesar, she won't go for you BECAUSE she lost her mother just yesterday,"
"The witch council say it was magic overload, that Calliope had started practicing dark magic." Caesar informed.
Sebastian had stopped scribbling and kept that pen on the desk.
"The witch council wouldn't know the first thing about dark magic if it was shoved up their ass. I'll be the judge of what happened to Calliope." Sebastian voiced, tearing the paper from the note bunch and bringing it up-to view.
"Mr Lockhart what do you think----"
Sebastian cut the teacher --- Mr Cornelius off. "Magicae ignis."
White fire lit on the paper with the glyph drawing. Sebastian's irises glow pure white while his pupils remained black.
As the white flame consumed the paper the fire suddenly imploded causing a huge ring of white fire to envelope the class and everyone froze.
"Dudeee...." Caesar sang. "What the hell did you do?"
Sebastian dusted his hands. "Now that's done with..."
Caesar stood up, throwing Sebastian a knowing look. "Sebastian...."
"I'm going to the scene where Calliope died." Sebastian stated in an assertive tone.
"Oh come-on Seb!" Caesar yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.
Sebastian maintained a nonchalant expression as he grabbed his bag pack.
"You know I won't let this go," Sebastian told in a calmed baritone.
"We're not even supposed to be there because of the black magic aura in the place. It could kill us!" Caesar's eyes widened as he spoke.
Sebastian breathed through his nose. "I practice black magic."
"I don't!" Caesar replied.
"I'll protect you and you know it." Sebastian ignored Caesar's expression at that and headed for the class window to jump out of the building.
Caesar followed, jumping through the window, grumbling something like 'isn't there some witch rule about hexing your teachers' as loud as he could.
"Are we supposed to trek there?" Caesar asked, with an annoyed look.
Sebastian scoffed. "Of course not," Sebastian pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. Another glyph.
"Dayne." Sebastian breathed, his eyes flashed pure white as the paper was engulfed in a white flame and they're suddenly combusted into white flecks.
The re-materialized in the middle of a forest, a white ring stretched throughout the area before dousing.
"We're protected from the dark aura." Sebastian said, his eyes that had returned back to their original normality browsed out the area.
Sebastian sucked in a breath. "Strange," Sebastian announced with a frown on his face.
Caesar stared at him. "Twah gronw?"
Sebastian turned his frown at him.
Caesar shook his head trying to shake off the effect of the teleportation magic on him that ruined his linguistics format.
"What's wrong?" Caesar asked correctly this time.
"Can't your wolf feel it?" Caesar shook his head at him.
Sebastian's frowned turned into a contemplative look. "Stranger."
"No--emoc, Tienbaseb," Caesar whined. His linguistics format screwed up again.
"Argh!....I mean, Come-on, Sebastian, what's up?" Caesar corrected himself.
Sebastian's blue eyes had started glowing a faint white. "There's immense black energy around here." Sebastian announced.
Caesar gave him a duh look. "Of course there is. That is what killed Calliope."
Sebastian swallowed, his eyes glowing whiter with....lust.
"It's sweet." Was all Sebastian said before walking forward.
Caesar frowned, following in Sebastian's suite. "Sweet?"
"The dark aura. It's sweet." Sebastian clarified. "Dark auras are usual bitter--sweet and unnerving, most time overwhelming. This one is JUST sweet, almost.....mouth--watering,"
"So you're saying this dark aura isn't overwhelming?"
Sebastian shook his head. "No, it is, but it's the kind you get when..." Sebastian trailed off, crouched down.
His hand stuck out. White strings weaved themselves on Sebastian's hand that was stuck out. Sebastian's eyes glowing even more.
The soil began to levitate from it's roots. Swirling around each other to form a finger sized tonado.
Black threads loomed around the soil as it swirled. Sebastian sucked in a breath.
"....Its the kind you get when you're aroused. It gets you craving and hungry, it feels---" Sebastian snatched his hand back at the almost paralyzing shock that went through him.
"Familiar." Sebastian breathed.
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Braelynn
"Who died?" Braelynn asked coming down the stairs of the house.
Dremeine's hazel eyes looked up at Braelynn's figure.
"Meadow reach coven leader." Dremeine answered blankly.
Braelynn nodded in response. Matters of the human world never really concerned her. Mortals had a way of confusing her.
As Braelynn got down the stairs, she was greeted with a smile from Afriel.
Afriel was petite. Unlike Dremeine that keep his brown locks short the smaller man's wss golden, shiny, curly and chest length, styled a side part.
Afriel had this kind of light olive skin Dremeine also had and it contrast with the certain hue of a mermaid.
Afriel's eyes that was eyes as blue as the seas of Avalon themselves raked Braelynn before approaching her.
With a smile Afriel grabbed her hand and brought it to his glossy pink lips to kiss it.
"My Queen." Afriel acknowledged.
Braelynn nodded before snatching her hand from his. Braelynn was different in the mortal realm, she was less Queenly and more of the fae she was supposed to be.
And she wanted to be acknowledged like every other fae in the mortal realm. Not that she'd ever voice that.
"Please, your tiny servants are watching," Braelynn said and Afriel laughed at that.
Dremeine glared at Braelynn. "They are not tiny servants. They're our children." Dremeine said, referring to the kids on the couch.
Braelynn gave them a short glance.
"Kids, this is the friend I've been telling you about....G-Gertrude" Dremeine introduced, having troubles with the name.
Braelynn threw Dremeine a glare, eyes wide. "Gertrude. It sounds like the name of the servants that polish my nails," Braelynn announced.
Braelynn knew Dremeine couldn't tell the children her actual name. Holding the name of a fae held a lot of power. When a fae told you their name you held power over their soul, thereby over them.
Their names was something they held dearly. Dremeine couldn't just tell it to children, even though they were his.
One of the boys got up from the couch and eyed Braelynn.
Braelynn thought he looked a lot like a girl. A beautiful one at that.
With long curly golden locks, elf-like ears that stuck out of his ears. The ends of the ears were threaded together, almost like a beautiful web weave.
He had the same small face that Afriel had, and full side parted hair that almost covered it. Dark eyelashes with fair highlights that hooded his blue eyes that could equal Afriel's.
The small golden haired boy was dressed in regular ash pants and a silky black robe with a tainted white edge on the silky robe that served as a shirt in respect of a chinese themed shirt.
"Your little urchin looks like a girl," Braelynn said out loud.
Dremeine threw Braelynn a glare that Braelynn ignored.
The older boy quickly jolted up. "She's real!"
This one looked different, Braelynn thought.
He unlike his brother took his father black hair, the curly locks he styled a side fringe had gold streak dirtying his black hair, he most likely inherited from Afriel.
His jaw was prominent. His lashes unlike his brother that had fair highlights was border black like Dremeine's, that when they fluttered his hazel eyes with small summer gold flecks in them seemed like the sun had set in an endless void of darkness.
He was dressed in blue jeans and a black hoodie. Though both siblings had the same olive skin this boy had more defined muscles. His feat seemed to resemble more of Dremeine than Afriel.
Dremeine laughed. "Of course she's real, why would you think she's not Stiles?"
Stiles shrugged with the same baffled look on his face. "I don't know. I always thought she was straight out of a fantasy book, I mean when have we ever seen anyone from Tir ná og?"
"Hey, your father and I are from Tir ná og." Afriel defended.
Stiles shook his head. "We grew up with you, you're kinda like old potatoes to us, she's so...."
"...Like someone from Tir ná og?" Dremeine completed.
"Yes!" Stiles agreed. "And she's real!"
"Yeah, and very crazy too, so all of you stay away from her, she's the mother of mischief," Dremeine said, heading inside the kitchen.
Braelynn scowled. She hasn't been the mother of mischief in a long time. Time had taken that away from her, the gift of a fae.
"Why do you look so much like a girl little mermaid?" Braelynn asked.
As a fae Queen she'd seen many beautiful males. But there was something about this young boy that she found....enchanting.
The boy blushed and for the first time the fae Queen found something cute.
"I don't like how you're looking at my son, Gertrude," Dremeine sang from the kitchen.
Braelynn's scowl deepened at the ugly name. She rose her middle finger at him.
Dremeine who had already stuck his head out of the kitchen frowned. "Don't do that in front of my kids."
Afriel laughed, grabbing his husband's arm.
Braelynn huffed, turning back to the boys. "What kids, what are the both of you anyways, a hundred, 50?" Braelynn asked knowing fae children stopped aging at 18.
The younger boy frowned. "I'm 15---"
"---I'm denteen" Stiles blurted.
Braelynn rose an eyebrow at him. "I-I mean I'm 17, sorry, you seem so cool already, I'm nervous." Stiles rambled, edging closer to Braelynn that didn't care for whatever he was saying.
"Afriel, Dremeine, I'm not here to befriend you strange son, you know why I'm here." Braelynn announced.
"Of course, but won't you eat dinner?" Afriel asked, concern shines for his Queen in his ocean blue eyes.
Braelynn shook her head. "After what happened last night, I can't wait another minute,"
Dremeine and Afriel nodded. Braelynn waited for nothing before heading out the door.
The wind blew passed her, cooling her body. Braelynn's magenta eyes thinned into predator-like slits when a rather sweet and dark aura engulfed her.
The sweet aura seemed suffocating, and enchanting yet.... Familiar.