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londoncallingrpg2017-04-04 11:12 pm
willysilver) wrote in londoncallingrpg2017-04-04 11:12 pm
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Beltane was fast approaching. Beltane heralded the season of war. But of late Will's skin had begun to crawl. Magic he was familiar with, magic he had not felt for many years, magic strong and dark haunted him. It was not the strange magic of the Trooping fae that Fin possessed. No, this was familiar.
An old foe.
It wasn't simply a matter of the Unseelie whom Will and his brothers would battle and defeat, as was tradition. This was something he'd defeated with great cost long ago.
The Milesian.
He was keen and watchful as he knew they prowled the Earth. Somehow they had come back from banishment. And the strength of them had grown. Will knew the battle this year would be so much more weighty. There would be no need for a mortal on the field against the Milesian. They came from the Land of the Dead and would take as many lives as they could, fae and mortal alike. Today Will had heard tell of several people dead in the tube. Of course the authorities had their theories and suspicions, but Will knew. He just knew and so tonight with the initial investigation wrapped up he gathered his strength and descended into the tube stop. Magic crackled in the air. Dark magic. Dark as could be.
He reached for the neck of his guitar on his back and to those who could see such things his hand closed around the hilt of a broadsword. A few people waited for the train and Willy wasn't about to let them meet the same fate as the earlier travelers. Those hadn't been killed so much as claimed.
The Daoine Sidhe prince wasnt about to let his city fall to the enemy. Not even if he had to defend it all by himself.
An old foe.
It wasn't simply a matter of the Unseelie whom Will and his brothers would battle and defeat, as was tradition. This was something he'd defeated with great cost long ago.
The Milesian.
He was keen and watchful as he knew they prowled the Earth. Somehow they had come back from banishment. And the strength of them had grown. Will knew the battle this year would be so much more weighty. There would be no need for a mortal on the field against the Milesian. They came from the Land of the Dead and would take as many lives as they could, fae and mortal alike. Today Will had heard tell of several people dead in the tube. Of course the authorities had their theories and suspicions, but Will knew. He just knew and so tonight with the initial investigation wrapped up he gathered his strength and descended into the tube stop. Magic crackled in the air. Dark magic. Dark as could be.
He reached for the neck of his guitar on his back and to those who could see such things his hand closed around the hilt of a broadsword. A few people waited for the train and Willy wasn't about to let them meet the same fate as the earlier travelers. Those hadn't been killed so much as claimed.
The Daoine Sidhe prince wasnt about to let his city fall to the enemy. Not even if he had to defend it all by himself.
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"Alright," he said quietly. "Should I leave the light on?" he offered, watching Will as closely as his magic could.
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"No. You should sleep. I think I will get up and get something to eat.
He stood, his skin so pale in the low light. And on his side the wound had turned black as pitch.
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"Is that normal?" he asked bluntly. "Do we need to take you to- I don't know, Fae A&E? ...Surely there are things like that, right? Fae healers?" he asked, leaning back against the headboard and scowling at the other fae's wound. It looked magic- Magic in cases like this was so rarely a good thing.
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"There are healers," Will nodded. He twisted and bent a bit to see the wound. "I think it would be a good idea. I will go. Old Tom will know what to do, surely," he added, then reached for a new shirt to put on.
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"You may if you like, but it is not necessary," Willy replied. "I will return as soon as I am able."
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He didn't want to, but he would.
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He smiled at Fin but the weariness he felt made his eyes seem sunken. He said not another word, only turning to the full length mirror. He touched it and a moment later he was gone, off on his quest.
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