Oh woe the dreary park [{Fasdeus}]

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

Obviously it was very uncomfortable to have tentacles grabbing you. It was an invasion of space when her own shadow her body emanated was used against her. She was held tightly and could not move. She could at least breathe as her lungs were not squeezed – yet. If Fasdeus wished her dead he could have done it. The Princess would have screamed until her last breath was squeezed out of her.

She realized now what her elder brother wanted. Her! He truly wanted her for some reason. It wasn’t until this very moment that she understood. He wanted her mind, body and soul. He could take her if he wished but he seemed to want her willingly. She could not give herself willingly to her beautifully ugly brother. He was beautiful, yes. But he was also ugly.

Her little shadows that were floating in the air did not much more then hover and dance around the two Faerie bodies. Her eyes were still closed. If she could not beat her brothers Hand of Shadows with her Hand of Darkness it was time to use her other hand – Hand of Illusions. Without opening her eyes ideas flashed through her eyes. She was going to turn her little floating shadows into other Ophelia’s. Maybe she could trick the Fae Prince.

Instead however of turning the little floating balls of darkness into other Ophelia’s, they turned into Kiam’s. Her glamour changed and now she resembled Kiam’s image. “Brother,” she said sounding like Kiam. She opened her eyes as she realized that her voice did not sound like herself. She paused her lips and simultaneously the other Kiam’s did. It was hard to see which was which as all the other Kiam’s had shadow tentacles on them too.

[Fasdeus]

Fasdeus stalked closer to his sister, drawing the shadows down and tighter. His obsession was in full control now. Strangely, irrational obsession and normal state of mind are all the same to the mind of a Fae. He had not wanted to do things this way. He had always believed that Ophelia would come to him. That she would see him as he saw her and give herself willing to him as he would give himself to her and her desires. Together, in the future he was creating for them, there was nothing they could not do.

As he reached her, Fasdeus watched Ophelia was suddenly gone, replaced by his lost brother. "Kiam?" he whispered in pure shock. "No, it cannot be you!" Fasdeus spun about when Kiam spoke to him from yet another body. This had to be a trick."Ophelia?" he called out, searching for her. But she was gone. Somehow she was gone. He stared into the face of his most hated brother and Kiam stared back at him. The look of shock and horror that Fasdeus had last seem on his brother's face was now replaced by a look of confusion and pity.

It all came boring down upon him then; reality and unreality running dually through his mind. The weight of his crimes against Kiam and now against Ophelia buckled his knees. Fasdeus sat there on his fallen legs before his brother, all though of his current actions gone, releasing his Hand of Shadow and his obsession. "Kiam..... Ophelia...." the words passed through his lips with barely a sound as tears, true tears, ran down his cheeks. "...I need you."

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

Ophelia watched as her brother dear Kiam broke down before her eyes. She was confused and shocked, but his face showed it much more then hers did. The tentacles that held her finally released her and Ophelia/Kiam was able to move a step backwards. Ophelia/Kiam looked at her hands and saw that they were not her own. Hers were slender and pale while her new hands were larger, showed use from sword and had a stretch of hair on the fingers. “Am I a ghost?” Ophelia asked so childishly not knowing what to make of anything.

Ophelia still in Kiam’s image backed away. She almost fell on the ground, relieved. It was like being suffocated and then finally allowed to take a full breath. She watched her elder brother on his knees. He was crying and his eyes were wet. He muttered her dead brothers name and then her own along with the three words: I need you. Slowly Ophelia walked to Fasdeus. Any sane adult would flee but she was but a child and she didn’t want to see her brother cry.

She hugged her brother. Her glamour lost all effects and she was back to looking like Ophelia, the way she had been born into the world. Her red hair was bright and flowed down to her back. Since she was kneeling to hug her brother her red hair hit the grassy ground. Her bat-like wings were also behind her. “It’s okay. Don’t cry!" she said. The last thing she wanted was for her elder brother to cry. It was a pretty sad sight.

[Fasdeus]

Fasdeus was almost oblivious to everything around him. Everything except Kiam. He saw Kiam now before him questioning his existence and at the same time, he saw Kiam falling into the darkness below, his wings pierced and his face frozen in a look of betrayal. What had Fasdeus done? Kiam had been above in as heir to the throne of the Unseelie and Fasdeus told himself that was why he had killed his brother. But that was a lie. He could have waited. he could have planned and plotted and removed Kiam quietly and without any questions just as he had done with two of his other brothers. No, he had killed Kiam not for the throne but for Ophelia. She had loved Kiam, given herself to Kiam and Fasdeus had seen it all. He had watched in anger and let his rage consume him.

Ophelia knelt in front of him, her beautiful scarlet hair draping on the ground around them like a pool of blood and her beautiful wings once more seen on her back. It did not occur or even matter to Fasdeus that she had tricked him. That Kiam was only the glamor of her Hand of Illusion. When she held Fasdeus to him, wrapped her arms around him and embraced him in genuine love, Fasdeus fell into her. His arms wrapped around her as he buried his face into her chest, weeping still. As the tears of the Aos sí fell to the ground the grass touched turned dark and died.

"Ophelia..."

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

Ophelia looked at the trees in the forest waving as the wind blowed. She let Fasdeus bury his face into her chest while he wept real tears. Of course Ophelia would have been vaguely interested had she seen his tears kill the grass. “It’s okay, brother,” she said forgetting that he had tried to blackmail her and possibly force her into intercourse. She also had no idea that he had killed her lover and heir to the UnSeelie throne.

“It’s okay.” What else could she say? She really did not understand him at all. She did understand tears of sorrow as she spent almost every other night crying herself to sleep. What should she say to him? Should she tell him that there were plenty of UnSeelie men and women who would sleep with him? Should she tell him that Kiam would not want him to be sad because of his recent passing? She gave him a kiss on his forehead while she was trying to think of reasons to leave. She did not think he would take that little kiss as something further.

[Fasdeus]

The moistness of Ophelia's lips on his forehead drew Fasdeus out of his morning reverie. He kept his arms around her as he drew back, looking deep into her tri-colored eyes. In them was gone all the hatred and disgust she had held for him. Now there was sorrow and compassion. Passion. The kiss.

"Ophelia?" Fasdeus regarded his sister in her true Fae form for many moments as his tears dried and his eyes beheld her. The blackness of her wings - true heritage of the Nightflyer king. The dark red color of her hair, like the hottest of fires. His gentle hug grew firmer, his hands clasping together on her back, beneath her wings. Fasdeus rose on his knees, pulling his sister closer to him with the gentleness of a lover. "Ophelia," He could feel her warm body held against his own and felt her breasts rise and fall with every breath. The supple skin of her neck was like silk and called to him. "Be with me, Ophelia."

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

Ophelia watched as her Faerie brother stopped crying. It was as if her very presence made him not sad – or at least allowed him to forget. She did not say anything for a long while. She let Fasdeus hug her before she slipped out of his grasp. “I need to go.” She said sharply. She was tired of answering him. He knew her answer. She knew he knew. He would just not take no for an answer. As she turned her back on him to walk away her eyes were dry without a single tear though she knew that she should be crying – for herself, for Kiam, or for her lonely miserable beautifully ugly brother.

“Goodbye,” she said as she turned to walk away. She wanted to go home back to her tower in the castle. But she could not, would not, did not want to face her father. She still firmly believed Fasdeus’ words that he would tell their father on her. Ophelia could not be with her brother, even if it did save her – he was just too ugly for her. Especially when comparing an UnSeelie Prince to a Seelie Prince. As soon as she was out of sight of Fasdeus she would jump in the darkness and land somewhere else.

[Fasdeus]

Exhausted and rejected, Fasdeus remained on his knees as he sister easily slipped from his grasp and into the forest. "And what of father, little sister? Do I tell him of your crime yet?" The meaning and purpose was there but the vehemence was gone. Sucked out of him as she walked calmly away.

"Ophelia. No, don't do this."

Ophelia still did not see. She still would not accept that Fasdeus had her. That no matter where she went he would find her and that he would always have the chain that was Kiam's death to hold her by. Always. But she would learn. She would come to see the truth and accept her place as his bride. If he had to destroy every other love she found he would make her his. There was no limit for his madness now. In time, after enough had died, Ophelia would see how much he loved her. And time was one thing the Aos sí had in spades.

The word came out slowly, hauntingly, rising in pitch and volume at a steady pace. "If you should ever leave me....Though life would still go on, believe me," Fasdeus rose to his feet as his voice sang out the melody louder and louder. "The world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me? God only knows what I'd be without you!" All sense of the original tune fell away, giving his song the sound of his breaking heart. "GOD ONLY KNOWS! WHAT I'D BE! WITHOUT YOU!!!"

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

Ophelia continued to walk even though her brother was still talking to her. She could still hear him. She felt rather brave. She turned around and gave him a Look. “You’re not going to tell father,” she said coldly as she grinned. “Because if you do I’ll sleep with every UnSeelie in father’s kingdom.” That was probably the most cold-hearted thing that Ophelia could actually say. Where it had come from? – She was normally this vindictive but more in a childish way and more in her mind.

’”Brother, you know that God is something only mortals believe in. Not the Aos sí.” She smirked all knowingly as she turned her back on her brother once and for all. The forest was singing and Ophelia began to skip. She knew that her brother would probably follow after her. Her annoying wings flapped and she hid them once more with glamour, she made herself look like scenery once she was a good distance away. To anyone watching it may have looked like she went invisible.

[Fasdeus]

She was gone and she was right. He would not tell the Nightflyer King of her love affair with Kiam. After all, Fasdeus desired the same from her that she had given to their brother. And more, he knew that Kiam had not killed himself in despair, although he liked to believe that despair was on his mind when Fasdeus had murdered him.

Her cold words cut straight through Fasdeus, piercing his heart and killing it. He truly believed she would take any other male in the Unseelie court as a lover just to torment him. She was perhaps the cruelest of creatures in existence. Drawing him in, winning his love only to reject him - as if she was not aware at every moment of what she had done to him.

Leaning forward Fasdeus lifted the dead grass as his knees. How could she have been so cold to them after they had dance together tonight in battle? Fasdeus was known for his skill with the blade as well as he was known for his skills with the tongue. The words had power and there, with the dead grass in his hands, tears renewed in his eyes, Fasdeus, Son of the Nightflyer, Legionnaire of the Nightmare Phalanx, made his vow, "I gave you my music. Made your song take wing. And now how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me. Kiam was bound to love you when he heard you sing..." His self pity died away as the grass had died to his tears. His heart was dead and he was empty. Empty save for his rage. The shadows of the world swelled and grew, thickened and expanded, drawing Fasdeus in to their embrace. The shadows always welcomed him. Unlike his sister. As he faded away into the umbra realm of shadows once more, his vow was completed and his vengeance would soon begin, "You will curse the day you did not do all that your brother asked of you!"

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

/ / I guess the thread is over.