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❛ @obxism​  ❜ ― starter !!

   𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌  . His fears and anxiety did very little to encourage him to venture into their streets, however, when he did decide to go out, Elian prefered to mingle amongst the less well-seen humans. The ones working hellish deals under the moonlight. The mundane underground paled in comparison to the Downworld one, but it was no less amusing for the Fae folk. So many opportunities for pranks lingering around desperate eyes and eager hands. New York, while his least favourite place to be, provided him with the most fun.

   It was common knowledge amongst downworlders; well, those involved with underground business at least, that most of what the humans sold came from or had some sort of magical property to it. Elian himself had seen countless pieces of fae fruit being sold as drugs. How did they obtain such things? Well, Elian wasn't sure, and even if he was, he was not going to tell anyone. For that was very against the Accords.

  So when he caught a glimpse of something not mundane being sold by a dealer, Elian allowed his curiosity to win over him. Using his ability to be completely silent, the Fae sat himself down on the closest cleanest surface he could find. Impossibly green eyes analysing the man next to him. ❛ Now that, is very illegal... ❜ he hummed, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

   ❛ How did someone as young as you, come into contact with such a thing? ❜

❛ @burnanguish​  ❜  ―  “I’m not even sorry.” - from meliorn

   𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋  crescent moons as he carelessly sat himself on the lavish sofa. With all the nephilim related chaos, he had hardly had any time to see his dearest friend. However, the mighty knight had swiftly barged into his home, and the older fae couldn't help but to be amused by it. ❛ Have you any reason to even be sorry, my friend? ❜ he asked with a smile still bright on his face, evergreen eyes almost sparkling in mirth.

     Like most places in Seelie realm, Elian's home reacted constantly to his moods and in the face of his elation, more light filtered through the windows ― the vines and leafs covering the walls becoming greener, the flowers brighter and the buds blossoming, releasing their gentle fragrance. With a wave of his hand, Elian conjured some faerie wine, the glasses gently appearing on top of the table in front of him.

     ❛ Come. Sit down, Meliorn. Tell me about your most recent adventures. ❜

(   🌿   ;   @obxism​  ―  plotted starter  . 

   𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  , her punishments had only grew creative over the centuries and Elian should not have expected to walk free from her wrath after what he had done. To aid a traitor should have had him executed and yet, the beautifully cruel Seelie Queen deemed that to be too light of a punishment ― a blessing, she had called it in court, and Elian could still remember the soft gasps of the fae. To call death a blessing seemed too much even for their Queen, but he knew she had been right. After his family's death, Elian had no regards for his life anymore; he did not seek death, but would welcome it if it were to come.

    So instead, she had cursed him. Trapped him into a photograph, and hid him away in a mundane home. And in darkness he remained for what seemed to be milleniums ― time went by differently in seelie realms, a week in mundane time was eons in their enchanted plains. He had been able to feel when people moved into the previously abandoned home, could feel their energy as they walked around the basement. So close, yet so far from his picture, from freeing him.

     The last time he had gotten close to freedom would be a few years back. A child, one of the three children from the family living there, had found his picture behind a box. Elian could see their face, and he hoped the young girl would utter the words on the frame, releasing him from his punishment. But she could not read, too young to have learnt the mundane alphabet. Therefore not even in her mind could she have uttered those words, for she did not know how to. And he remained stuck, growing more and more restless.

     Families came and went, he had watched full generations rise and fall in that frame. The house he had been in also remained years without any families moving in, and he was left alone. When his hope had began to fade, and he had began to consider other methods of freedom, he felt the familiar pull of live walking into the house. Could it be?

     He waited weeks before the first footsteps reached the basement. Heard as whomever it was walked around, perhaps they were finally done moving in, and then due to a rather harsh bump on the old cabinet he was on, he felt the frame that held him fall. The glass shattering upon impact. Well, that would surely allert them that something happened. And Elian eagerly awaited for them to pick the picture up and read the counter curse.

fairchiild·:

@faehir· whispered…❛ abduction is a marvellous icebreaker❜

                 This was all Clary’s fault. If only she hadn’t stormed out of the institute, the place where they actually wanted to help her and make sure she wasn’t hurt. But she had to have the last word, had to run out of there, and get herself captured by an unknown Seelie. When she came to, she found herself in a room that seemed oddly pleasant for someone who had been kidnapped. Nonetheless, despite it not having the appearance of a cell, the door had some kind of magical lock on it, and wouldn’t budge no matter how many times she tried. She had no idea what the Seelie Queen wanted with her - if she was even the one who orchestrated this. After all, the Seelies didn’t like Nephilim much…perhaps this was to get back at them in some way? She didn’t know, nor did she have the time to figure it out. She figured the best way to find out was to wait. It had been several hours - well, as best as Clary could tell, anyway - and there was no sign of anyone. She was beginning to get irritated. 

                 She paced up and down, hands shaking uncontrollably. Were they going to kill her? That wasn’t as scary a thought as she had pictured - Clary was more concerned about finding out the reason for all this. She had lost her mother only a day or two ago. She still had no answers about who she was, other than the fact she clearly had Nephilim blood. But the pieces of the puzzle still weren’t connecting. She needed her mother, or Luke, or Simon…hell, she’d even take Alec right now. Finally, the door creaked open, and she halted in her tracks, turning to look at the boy who entered. Clary’s arms folded across her chest, hoping it’d hide her jitters at least a bit. She couldn’t let them know she was afraid.

                     His words catch her off guard, eyebrows furrowing together as she tried to figure out a way to respond to that. He didn’t look awfully threatening, although Clary knew a little about Seelies from what she had been told - tricksters, dancing around the truth, creating illusions…she had to keep her guard up. “You and I have an entirely different idea of an icebreaker.” Her voice was soft, but didn’t shake at all - she buried her fear as far down as possible. “I’m Clary…though, I guess everyone probably knows that considering I’ve been in this room for at least 3 hours. What’s your name?” She had to be very careful about this.

     𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑, the past day or two were quite interesting to say the least. While Elian avoided Shadowhunters with all his might, he also liked to keep track of their doings ― there was once a time where the Seelie hardly bothered with the Nephilim, and it had cost them greatly. It had cost Elian everything, thus he made sure to never make the same mistake again. The trees, the birds and other creatures, even the wind itself spoke to him, whispering the secrets only they could hear from the angel children.

     That is why he heard of her ―  Clary Fray. She is different from them, told him a butterfly. Not raised like them, sang a nightingale. Not a murderer, whispered the wind. And Elian grew curious to meet this child, to see for himself if their assessment had been true. When he saw her running from the Institute he knew this would be his one and only chance. Taking her was easy, proving that she was still unfamiliar with the dangers that surrounded her, and the danger the lack of sight could put her in. With a simple snap of his fingers, gentle and pure white magic enveloped her and he had her in his home.

    He left her alone for a few hours, giving her time to wake up and look around. She couldn't leave the room he had her in. Elian might have brought her to his home, but The Seelie realm was dangerous and he had no intention of harming her. He smiled at her statement, for he supposed that was true. ❛ Do we? I wouldn't know. I have not interacted with your kind in decades. ❜ he replied, tilting his head in curiosity, his green eyes sparkling with a dangerous kind of mirth.

    Her willingness to offer him her name shocked him, and it definitely showed in his arched eyebrows and slight 'o' shaped mouth. There was just so much she didn't seem to know, and it tugged at his heartstrings for if he were a lesser being, he could ruin her. ❛ Careful, little nephilim, you're not in the human realm anymore and here, things work differently. ❜ Suddenly he was very glad he had not told anyone about her arrival, and that he had made sure to ban pixies from his home entirely.

    What’s your name? Airion, his mind supplied immediately but he stopped himself from answering her direct question. Elian would never understand how Shadowhunters ever survived anything, they would ask such questions so deliberately, and would answer them just as casually. As if names held no power, as if they, in the wrong hands, could not destroy an individual. ❛ My name is not for you to know, you may call me Elian, Advisor of the Queen.  And I am very pleased to meet you, Clarissa Fray ❜

    ❛ You must be wondering why I brought you here, well I was curious. How come you were not raised at the Institute? How come no one had any records of you until now?  ❜

❛ @fairchiild​​  ❜  ―  “Do you think you can make me one of these?”

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 surprise, rarely had Clary ever requested that he make something for her, especially not something involving magic. But even then, that was not what caused him to be so surprised ― he had never used his magic for her because she had never asked, not because he was against it ― was the nature of what she requested that left him confused and curious.

    His green eyes followed her gaze, landing on a very precious painting on his wall. A moving painting. Him, his parents and his little sister, sat together in their garden; surrounded by flowers and pixies and nymphs blending into the background as they laughed, Elian pulling his sister close into a hug as his parents kissed. It was a dream he had had once, and had pulled out of his head, saving it into a frame. Because of his magic, and of his memories of those beings, they retained a bit of personality ― a bit of life, and could interact with the world of the living, Elian could see his sister pointing at Clary. Could almost hear her soft voice asking whom that was.

    ❛ Of course I can, if that is what you wish... ❜ he replied carefully, still very interested in know what she wanted him to bring to life. ❛ That one is a dream, one I had many years ago. But I can do it to any of your drawings or paintings. What do you have in mind?  ❜

sorta plotted starter ― ❛  @shemasked​  ❜

     𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 and thus, those he did have, he cherished. There was virtually nothing he wouldn't do for those he deemed his, and yet this particular request from Tessa had him reeling. He could not find it in himself to deny her for much longer, but to give in, to accept helping those who took everything from him would surely cause him to suffer. Part of him wished to be angry at her, how could she ask this of him? The other part, simply reasoned that perhaps she had no one else to ask, that he was her last resort.

    ❛ Tessa I- ❜ he stopped, his inability to lie coming back to haunt him. He could not give her any excuses other than to voice his fears, to let himself be vulnerable around her and while she was his friend Elian did not wish for her to see him that way. ❛ I do not like this. I do not like this at all, and were you not one of my dearest friends I would send you out of here with hundreds of pixies after you. ❜ The fairy bemoaned, heaving a sigh so exasperated that he, for a moment, felt his age.

   ❛ But I will help you, not because I care for your shadowhunters, but because you are my friend and I could never deny you anything. ❜ He stated, evergreen eyes almost shining in their intensity. He held no love for the Nephilim, so really Tessa was their only way of holding onto him for whatever it was they needed of him.

   ❛ Well, how can I help?  ❜

fairchiild·:

                     Green eyes studied him carefully, full of curiosity - all Seelies were beautiful, and this one was certainly no exception - perhaps even more so. Clary’s eyes searched his, trying to find malicious intent, but there appeared to be none. So either he meant her no harm or he was really good at keeping it under wraps. Still, Clary decided it was best to stay alert - after all, this could all be a trick. A hand raised to tuck a bright red lock behind her ear, fingers descending to curl it around them - something she often did when she was nervous. This boy was the kind of beautiful she’d love to draw - was it ridiculous to wish she had her sketchpad with her right now? It wasn’t as though she could casually ask to be kidnapped while holding it in her hands. Focus, Clary, this isn’t the time to be thinking about your drawing. You’re in a bad situation.

                       Your kind. Although Clary was aware that she had Shadowhunter blood, it still felt surreal to her. After all, she spent her whole life thinking she was a normal human girl - even though it didn’t always feel that way, she’d never had a reason to believe anything different - until recently. Though, with hindsight, she noticed little inconsistencies in her mother’s stories - the fact that she always said she had no family, didn’t really have any friends, and rarely ever told Clary anything about her past. It was easier to notice the signs now that the truth had already been revealed to her. Hindsight was annoying that way - only comes when you least need it. “Decades is a long time. Although, I’m pretty sure kidnapping never was that endearing. But I can get past that…as long as you mean me no harm.” 

                       His shock came as a surprise to her - after all, the only thing she did was share her name. From what little she knew, Shadowhunters didn’t get along with other Downworlders…perhaps that was the reason? A lot of hatred hung between Nephilim and Downworlders, but Clary wasn’t entirely sure what they had done to deserve that. They did have an almighty attitude, that much she could see already, and that couldn’t be appealing to anyone, least of all Seelies, who were an ancient race with knowledge and power somewhere far beyond her understanding. Upon being called little, her temper flared a little, words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. “Hey! Less of the little. My height does not account for…everything else!” Not that she could class herself as powerful, or even overly intelligent. “How differently are we talking here?” she asked, her tone back to normal. Clary had to hope that he didn’t take offense to her attitude - but she couldn’t help it. She hated being called little - she already knew she was short. 

                       She raised her eyebrows, but decided not to comment on what he said about his name not being for her to know. Clary’s heart sank like a stone when he mentioned he was the Queen’s advisor. Great. That can’t be good. “Well, either way, it’s an honor to meet you too, Elian. I have to say, I expected your reasons for bringing me here to be…well, a little more sinister.” She hadn’t entirely given up on that idea, but she was hoping that being kind and acting like she wasn’t suspicious of him might allow him to let his guard down to reveal his true motive. If there was one. His questions caused her face to fall a little, hands lacing together as she tried to figure out a good way to answer. “I wish I could answer that, but I’m honestly not sure. I only found out I am a Shadowhunter two days ago. The answers you’re searching for are the very same ones that I want. The only person who can give us those is my mother.” A twinge of pain came over her as she thought about her mother - she hoped with all her heart that Jocelyn was okay. But where the hell was she? “She’s missing, so…it seems we’re both out of luck.”

      𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 the greenest he had ever seen on a human, seemed to watch him. Perhaps trying to read him, and his intentions for bringing her there.  He let her, finding the gentle gesture of her twirling a lock of that wonderfully red hair of hers quite endearing. If he allowed himself to dwell on it, Elian could say she was  quite beautiful ― not the typical beauty most seek in the present days, but a beauty of old; where being small and dainty was the standard, were being fairy-like was sought out by many. That was the beauty she possed in his eyes, with her fiery red hair, and bright green eyes, pale skin sprinkled with tiny freckles.

     ❛ Perhaps for humans, and shadowhunters alike, decades can sound like a long period of time... ❜ he hummed, amused at her take on 'kidnapping' as she called it. The fae had always taken children, some they took to raise as their own; feeding them enough fairy foods that they eventually became hybrids, others they took for darker reasons. Some asked to be taken, it was all a matter of perspective in his opinion, but some would say he was biased.

     She was very good at speaking to him despite not having been raised by shadowhunters,  her words sounding just as unnatural as those of a trained nephilim. Struggling to appease him while trying to stay cautious. ❛ Well, you have never seen one of our welcoming parties. ❜ he shrugged, and smiled a little. ❛ My intentions, whether good or bad, can mean very little in this realm. ❜

     While his home was subjected to his emotions, the realm itself was alive. It had a will of its own, and while The Fae lived in symbiosis with it, they too were subjected to its will. Her next reaction made him laugh, a clear sound  ― pure, like the blessed trickling of a stream, or the twinkling of windchimes. ❛ Oh, you are delightful! ❜ Elian exclaimed, eyes still resembling two little crescent moons as his smile took over his face. ❛ Seelies are also quite sensitive about height, some more than others. ❜  Pixies despised how small they were, and would bite anyone who ever implied they were anything close to small, cute or adorable. ❛ Very different. You will probably learn about it, but the nephilim see everything as black and white, heaven is good, hell is bad. The Seelie Realm is neither, it simply is ― it lives and breathes like any living creature, and like us, it needs to eat. ❜ He knew this would be quite confusing for her, no one understood the Faerie realm only the fae did.

     With a wave of his hand he dismissed her formalities, he had no reason to harm her. Not yet. Not unless she gave him one, plus the Queen remained unaware of her presence there, otherwise they would have heard from her. ❛ As I said, I am merely curious. ❜ Elian heard her speak, and he could almost feel the distress in her voice. A life turned upside down, only two days to come to terms with the fact you had lived a lie. Perhaps to him, not so impactful, he had eternity after all, but for a human? Someone who would be gone in 90, or if lucky 100 years? It surely was disconcerting. Something did spark his interest.

     ❛ Your mother...? ❜ There were very few reasons a mother would conceal such a thing from a child, especially a Shadowhunter. She's missing, the girl said, and Elian could not help but to think the opposite. Only a person who hid would go to such lengths to conceal their life from a child. ❛ Not missing... ❜ he mused, the lighting around the room changing from the lovely and inviting yellowish sunlight to something darker, colder. ❛ But found. Your mother is found, by whom is the question at hand. ❜  For some reason, Elian had a bad feeling about this, suddenly growing quite nervous.

    ❛ You would not happen to have an idea, would you? ❜

hisfates·:

𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 for @faehir·

     —– “ OH, TO BE YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL, “ he says. victor assumes he is at the very least beautiful. certainly not young. he knows little about the fae except for the ones in fairy tales. for all he knows, the poor sod could be a millenia older than him. “ thought i’d be meeting someone like you in mushroom forest or something like that though … i may be a little disappointed. “

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 at the man's statement. It was somewhat common knowledge even amongst mundanes that the fae enjoyed quite a bit of flattery, still, this was too much. ❛  I am certainly beautiful, but perhaps calling me young is a bit misguided. ❜ He winked. Elian was approaching his first thousand years of life, quite young for a faerie, but definitely far older than most supernaturals and humans alike.

    His young little face morphed into an expression of shock, small mouth shaped like an "o". In truth, most legends about his kind that humanity knew referred to Pixies ━ the small, dreadful little things that could live under tiny flowers or mushrooms, but most of all were tricksters. Oh, and they liked to bite. Elian despised the little devils, he had once trapped a few in a jar for three days after they covered his house in glitter. ❛ In a mushroom forest, you'd only find pixies. And I assure you, it would not be a pleasant experience. Hateful little devils they are. ❜ And if anyone asked, Elian was definitely not pouting nor whining as he complained.

   ❛ They are the ones to roam your realm most often, the rest of us seelies stay in our world. But, even though you said you are disappointed in meeting me ━ which, by the way, rude ━ if you'd like, I could show you around the faerie world. ❜ Elian offered, a glint of happiness and mischief in his evergreen eyes.

     ❛ What do you say? ❜