Braelynn
What were faeries?
Mortals had many understanding of them. Their children believed them to be beautiful, tiny creatures that loved flowers, and anything beautiful.
The adults had different believes, some didn't even believe in these mythology creatures at all.
In some way the children were right, faeries were beautiful creatures, some of these beautiful creatures loved flowers and anything beautiful, whilst some were more in a darker light.
Just like humans, faeries varied very differently. When Braelynn was punished and left in the darkness that was once Tír na nÓg, bleeding red and half dead, Braelynn was coveted by darkness.
The darkness that she'd been taught to hone, the dark fae Queen embraced like a blanket.
When Braelynn had landed on Tír na nÓg, a land that her mother that Tír na nÓg once recognized as the Queen of faeries was engulfed by darkness. It was a hellish sight that the Aistriú Dragon had believed that Tír na nÓg was a portal to the deepest and darkest part of Annwn(Underworld) ---- Tech Duinn.
Dark faeries running around, slowly pushing the land into hell. Dragon shifters laying claim on a land that they had only shared a border with.
Many faeries of the present date knew not the slightest bit about dark creatures. They'd lived well off the safety that Braelynn had provided them after the Blood wars.
But Braelynn knew. She knew the way it could repulse you yet make your toes curl in delight at the slightest whiff. How twisted the understanding of however sensed it——— it's bittersweet aura conflicted you.
It was a everyday battle in her already, so she knew the smell of dark creatures right away. But that aura. That aura was overwhelming, yes, but not bittersweet. Just sweet. The kind of sweet that confused Braelynn, made an inferno of the light in her. Made the darkness in her roar.
"So what's Tír na nÓg like?" A curious Stiles asked Braelynn that had taken a delicate bite on the blood red apple in her grip.
The dark fae was dressed tight black leather pants, and loose deep V neck mauve blouse, a red jacket to top it and a black scarf around her neck.
Braelynn had glamour on, concealing her identity to those with weak or no magic in them. Her magenta eyes was now coal black. The unnatural like tattoos on her were concealed, baring only her cream skin.
A fiery shade of red eyeliner was applied below her eyes. Her piercings on her lower lip and below her eyebrows remained.
Her heeled black boots sauntered through the market of meadow reach.
With the bite of apple swallowed down, Braelynn answered. "Well, it's like a beautiful paradise you never want to leave, except during the oíche roimh an ghealach, then it becomes a bloody fuckfest with anything moving."
Stiles' eyes widened. "They're gays in Tír na nÓg?"
Braelynn frowned and turned to the teenage boy. "You're parents are from Tír na nÓg aren't they? And they're both men right?" Braelynn asked.
The smaller boy nodded. "Yeah, but daddy and Papa get verbally abused everyday cause they're gay. They call them mean words like fag."
Braelynn's frown deepened into a more contemplative one. "You've heard people say things like that to your parents?"
Stiles nodded. "Sometimes when Legacy and I go out with Daddy and Papa, we hear people tell them that,"
She stared at Legacy's eyes for a brief second with the closed expression she usually carried. "For the life of me I don't know why your parents moved to this realm. They're so many labels, what you can fuck, what you can't fuck, are you gay are you not.....gay,"
Legacy giggled at Braelynn's words. "If you're not gay, you're heterosexuals, unless you like both men or women, then you're bisexual, if you like only women you're a lesbian, but —"
Braelynn cut off his rambling. "—— You're lucky you have a pretty face kid or I'd shove your head up your brother's ass."
Legacy paled at the strong conviction in her words. Braelynn smirked a bit showing of those sharpened teeth of hers to the children that were immune to her weak glamour trick.
"Seriously kid, if you like someone what's to stop you from fucking the person?" Stiles laughed at Braelynn words while Legacy whined.
"Papa said not to use such bad words!" Braelynn gave the kid a droll stare.
"You obviously don't have a lot of friends little girl," Legacy frowned at Braelynn.
"I'm a boy." He retorted.
Braelynn rose an eyebrow, eyeing the boy that looked so much like a female especially the brown shorts he wore and a white circled neck shirt. His blue eyes popping out from the black eyeliner applied below his eyes. His pink lips with a small black birthmark on the lower lip was glossy.
His full blonde hair, most of it tied black whilst the rest was left to roam freely on his shoulders. Though his ears were showing off outside his hair on one could see it with glamour on.
"Sure thing, little urchin."
"Do you have friends, Gertrude?" Stiles asked, curiosity beaming in his sharp hazel eyes.
Braelynn had already continued sauntering off with the kids at her back. "Friends are annoying wastes of time, but I do have quite a number of allies though." Braelynn answered.
"You don't like associating much do ya?" Stiles asked, catching up with her pace.
Braelynn stopped, her eyes paying attention to a booth close the ledge off to down the river.
"Why bother associating when it's just a waste of time, I only give my time to things that prove to be beneficial to me?" Braelynn countered.
Legacy cocked his head to the side. "Then why are you in this realm?"
"It has something most precious to me," Braelynn replied, approaching the booth.
A red haired sat at the other side of the booth's table. This red haired tiny curls, that she braided corn rolls but not finishing the braid mid--way. The oblong faced girl with red hair with tiny curls was wearing an all black turtleneck dress with sleeves that had tiny fabrics curled on her fingers like gloves.
She had light makeup on. A light shade of red eyeshadow on her eyelids, nearest to her eyelashes.
Braelynn took the empty seat across from the red head, whilst the kids hovered behind her.
"Hello miss." The girl greeted, her chocolate orbs gleaming with curiousity.
Braelynn leaned back on the chair. The aura that loomed around this girl was fascinating to Braelynn. It was first magic, or as humans would call it — White magic. Braelynn could almost feel it try to cover her but the blanket of her dark magic pushed the white aura back.
"So, you're a psyche?" Braelynn asked, in reference to the board over the booth stating she was a psyche.
"What would you like me to do for you miss?" The girl questioned.
"What's a true witch doing amongst these pathetic posers?" Braelynn was referring to the few voodoo shops in the area.
The young girl that seemed no more other than stiles stiffened at that.
"Don't panic little witch, I want you to humor me. You see there's this thing I've been looking for and perhaps a white witch could be of help." White witches were rare, though Braelynn knew she may not be of help, she enjoyed messing with her.
The girl cleared her throat. "What do you want me to do for you?"
Braelynn leaned closer to her. "Look into my future?" The statement came out as more of a question because Braelynn was not sure of this white witch had developed the ability of premonitions yet. She seemed quite young.
To Braelynn's surprise she nodded. "Stretch forth your hand"
Braelynn stretched her hand towards the girl and her hand grabbed it. She held on to Braelynn's hand and shut her eyelids.
Braelynn watched her in awe and silence. Her aura was unnervingly soothing. It made Braelynn itch because somehow it felt like a bittersweet feeling to have her aura around her. Braelynn's dark aura itched to reach out to pull something underneath the calming aura of this girl and Braelynn didn't understand why.
"What's she doing?—"
"—Sssh" Braelynn hushed Stiles.
The young witch's eyelashes twitched, and her eyebrows knotted.
"Bad. Cold. Dark." She spat through her gritted teeth.
Braelynn's frown deepened. "Too dark to reach." The girl spat before ripping her hand from Braelynn's and her eyes flashed.
She opened her mouth to say something when someone yelled out. "Sabrina!"
They turned to the blonde boy approaching the booth. This boy had brown eyes with honeyed flecks in them. His dirty blonde hair was kept short and jaw length. He was tall, lean, but definitely built enough to have defined muscles under his white tee-shirt and black jeans.
He had little ginger freckles subtlety scattered on the cheekbones of his light bronze skin.
The white witch who the boy had called Sabrina stood up.
"Caesar, what is it?" She asked, with concern shining through her voice.
Braelynn watched the boy with curiosity. Her heart was thudding loudly in her chest, and her blood had ran hot.
"Sora! Something is happening to him! Sebastian says you need to be there!" He informed panicking.
A scent wafted around this Caesar boy, the name 'Sebastian' that tumbled down his mouth made Braelynn's heart literally skip a beat.
The girl, Sabrina turned to Braelynn with a look before stalking off with Caesar.
Braelynn clutched her chest with fear and panic forming the expression on her face. She swallowed hard.
"Stiles, isn't that the boy you like, Caesar?" Legacy asked and Stiles replied with smacking the back of his head.
'Leannan sidhe' Braelynn spat, the glamour she had on almost breaking as her eyes began to glow brightly.
She had to find this Sebastian. It was him. She knew it was.
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Sebastian
Sebastian knocked on the door of late Calliope Sinclair.
"Seriously, Seb, we could be preparing for the fucking party of the century before we graduate but we're here, solving a case of suicide!" Caesar whined.
Sebastian's hand tightened around his fanny pack as he rolled his eyes.
"I'm not attending a party that Ian of all fucking people, Ian is hosting." Sebastian retorted witty.
Caesar was aware of Sebastian's hatred for Ian, he couldn't blame his friend per say, but the feeling was not mutual. Caesar was just a gamma in the pack, almost an omega, and Ian was the alpha son, basically his alpha, even if he tried, he couldn't feel as Sebastian could.
Caesar pouted. "But--But it's not Ian hosting it, It's Ryan's party."
"Same shit. Their best friends," Sebastian countered, knocking again on the door.
"No it's not. Ryan is not a dick, and for fuck sakes, after this no more highschool parties, besides prom that is. We'll be looking towards college!" At least you would, Caesar wanted to add. As gamma he would come back home to take his place in his pack, he wouldn't have the privilege of going to college like Sebastian would.
Sebastian sighed. "What do you want Caesar?" Sebastian looked towards Caesar.
Caesar averted his eyes from Sebastian's. They had a way of making him feel inferior whenever they matched with his. Sebastian WAS stronger after all.
"For us to bond over something fun, and teen like together before we go our separate ways," Caesar said in a hushed voice.
Sebastian blinked, a flash of vulnerability flashed in his eyes before he looked away. "Of course Caesar. We can attend this party together."
Caesar smiled. "Good. Cause you know the bro code?" Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Come-on Seb. Say it. Say for Caesar!"
Sebastian clenched his jaw both spoke. "A bro is no bro without a bro." Sebastian spoke throw gritted teeth.
Caesar nodded with a bright smile. "Heck right."
The door opening broke their moment. The boy that stood at the other side of the door had fiery red hair with tiny curls that it's was roots side parted and had it short to his chin.
The boy resembled Sabrina but there was a difference around the shape of their face seeing as how Sabrina's was more of oblong and he was sharp jawed.
But that could be looked pass to someone who wasn't familiars with Sabrina. One could match the resemblance with how their eyes were same chocolate and their similar small lips.
The boy was wearing a green hoodie that he used to cover most of his face and black sweatpants.
"What do you two want?" He asked blankly.
He looked utterly miserable with wide eyebags below his eyes, and the droll expression plastered on his face.
His skin looked so pale.
"Can we come in, Soran?" Sebastian asked, edging closer.
Soran scoffed at them with a withstanding glare. "Fuck off." He attempted to close the door at them but Sebastian held his hand out on the door.
"Why does your house smell disgusting?" Sebastian asked with a frown.
Caesar too frowned. He could smell the God awful stench coming from inside the house. Like a rotting corpse.
"Because ya mother decided to shit in it, fuck off." Soran retorted wittily.
Caesar rolled his eyes. Soran had always been the grumpy type, a loner he was. Whilst his sister — Sabrina was more outgoing than him. Caesar glanced at Sebastian, afraid that Soran's comment might had hit a nerve, but Sebastian gave Soran a droll stare, obviously unaffected by his words.
"Doesn't smell like shit though. Smell's like someone's rotting inside out." Caesar stated.
Soran turned his glare at Caesar. "Maybe you chewed on the wrong bone mutt,"
Caesar huffed. "Seriously? Dog jokes? Low blow dickwad."
Soran edged closer, obviously irritated by Caesar's statement. Sebastian placed his hand on Soran's chest.
"You stink." Sebastian voiced edging closer but Soran slapped his hand off him.
"Fuck. Off." Soran's aura had blown off the charts. His jaw clenched and his glare was vicious.
Red magic dust flecks had started to loomed and curls around his fingers to his wrist.
Caesar growled, his eyes flashing liquid yellow.
Sebastian pushed Soran away, to against the wall of the house.
"What the hell is your deal?" Sebastian asked, examing the angry boy with his eyes.
Soran grabbed Sebastian's hand on his chest with the hand with the red dust flecks. The fiery flecks curled around Sebastian's hand, burning the boy. Sebastian hissed and quickly snatched his hand away from Soran, but the red imprint had remained on his wrist.
Caesar's wolf rose alive, his canines elongating down his bottom lip, but Sebastian quickly handled the issue, throwing Soran off with his hands coated with strings of dark magic.
Soran fell to the ground. Black blood rolling down his nose, as well as his eyes. His entire eyes had turned inky black, and his ire piqued.
Sebastian frowned. "Caesar —" Caesar's growl cut him off.
"—Caesar, go get Sabrina!" Sebastian commanded.
Caesar growled, not listening to Sebastian. "Caesar!" Sebastian yelled out. Caesar looked at Sebastian before nodding and following his order.
Soran got up the ground as Caesar left. The boy looked ready to take on anything. He carried the the bittersweet smell of dark magic yet there was another smell that laid beneath. One of a corpse rotting inside out.
Sebastian hand had become wafted with strings of black and white aura. His irises glowed absolute white.
Soran approached him with his black eyes giving off a murderous glare.
Sebastian readied himself for anything but frowned, completely confused as Soran suddenly crouched down. Blood gushing down his mouth as he coughed.
Then Soran just feel to the ground.
"Sora!" A familiar voice yelled.
Sabrina ran straight to her brother with glassy eyes. Sebastian rose his hand up to his face, confused as to what had happened.
"Are you okay?" Caesar asked, staring at Sebastian.
Sebastian turned to Caesar. His lips parted as his frown deepened.
"You smell sweet." Sebastian announced, eyeing Caesar.
His eyes shining with unadulterated lust.