May. 2nd, 2011

Never Again

May. 2nd, 2011 10:59 am
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Have been writing stories, just not posting them. This prompt is being stuck as a buffet table where you can't eat anything. Rather then be realistic and personal about being gluten-free, I went for silly. I do love the fae.


The line was long and jack-packed. Someone had decided to put the buffet table in the narrow corridor, which may have helped with line cutting, but did not help with people trying to get out of the line. Unluckily for Eairrdsidh, the line had stopped while he was right in front of the dessert table. For some, that may have been a blessing, but most of what was on the table was chocolate. Eairrdsidh picked up a few pieces of carrot cake and wondered why he had allowed Aoibheann to persuade him to come to a human party.
This wasn’t the first time; only proof that he should know better. Aoibheann had grow quite fond of the mortals after leaving the Courts and decided to spend her time “researching” them. This appeared to mean going to their social gatherings and studying them. This wouldn’t have been a problem, except she decided to drag her brother along with her. Eairrdsidh was much less interested in mortals and would have rather spent his time trying to get back in the fae queen’s good graces, but he liked seeing his sister happy. Even if the food was terrible.
The humans seemed to have this love-hate relationship with food. Eairrdsidh didn’t see anything to love about it; it was packed with chemicals and most of it was poison to a sidhe’s system, and it wasn’t much better to the humans that consumed it. True, it didn't put them into Dreaming, but he had heard that many of human’s death and illness came form consuming such terrible creations.
Then there were the idiotic conversations that started around him. Trying to stare at teh stationary line before him, Eairrdsidh attempted to block out the topic of discussion. The humans around him, mostly female, began to chat about the food. About how it tasted, and more importantly, how much weight they were going to put on because of it. If they had ever had a meal at Queen Mab’s table, they wouldn’t be so in awe of this shadow of what real food tasted like, and the food of the fae didn’t even put on weight. Once again, Eairrdsidh grew homesick, wishing to leave the mortal’s metal cites for the Courts so surrounded by trees and gentle music.
Finally, after Eairrdsidhs patience had begun to ebb away, the line began to move. He went past the human's poisoned drinks, wishing for the flavored water he had stocked in the place he was currently living, and went past all of those gossiping about who was at the gather and who wasn’t, and glided to the place his sister was.
“Never again,” he told Aoibheann, rather grumpily.
She just gave him one of her cheerful smiles, “You always tell me that, brother, and I’ve yet to see proof.”
His reply was cut off as he got distract be her trying to steal his carrot cake. Once he had the situation under control, he answered, “This is the last one.”
Her replied was a bright laugh.

Nik

May. 2nd, 2011 11:01 am
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I can't remeber what I titled this. Too lazy to go look it up. Some line stolen from Hero by Ministry of Magic. Prompt: Write a story where you have to so same a damsel or you are the damsel being saved.
I find male heroes to be over rated. This is only two parts of a three part story. Not done yet. Soooo long.


A simple rustle was all that was needed to awake Nik out of dozing. Not that the hero was asleep; the potion was to powerful to allow that. Nik was just think about odd things, the things that usually came to mind when one was forced to sit in a bush for several hours, waiting for a damn bird to show up. From the sounds of it, the bird was there. Nik peered out from the bushes to see the prey. The bird sitting there, eating berries was as magnificent as had been explained to Nik. It would impress any normal person, though the hero had seen many such creatures other quests. Nik set up the trap, pulled a few strings and the net neatly wrapped up the bird.
At this point Nik escaped the confines of the bushes to admire the prize. The bird’s body was slightly smaller than an ostrich. It was probably some where between the size of a golden eagle and said bird, though built much more like a songbird or a peacock. It had a rather small body compared to its wings and a tail about twice the length as the body. The feathers on the bird were all sorts of colors from ruby red to bright yellow, which gave the effect that the bird was on fire. Nik knew not to be surprised; it was common knowledge that firebirds could only live on rare fruits, but the animal was a magnificent one.
“Now, how am I going to get you back to the tsar?” Nik muttered while watching he firebird.
The firebird looked at him disdainfully. Nik ignored the look at went back to plotting. The plans in mind had been set up for a bird much smaller then this, and while birds were much lighter then their appearance betrayed, Nik wasn’t prepared to have a huge bird fighting all the way back to the kingdom. Personally, Nik enjoyed having eyes and no gaping holes. The best idea was to treat the firebird like any hunting bird. Nik quick removed the jacket to use as a hood and crept close to the firebird to place it on the bird’s head.
“You’d better not being planning to put that on me.”

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