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The veil of the fog on the path was thickening with each step they took, the soil under their feet dry, the small stones digging into their soles, even through their shoes. Visibility was getting worse and worse, and there was no way for them to navigate, other than meticulously placing one foot in front of the other foot, hoping for the best, for the edge of the woods to pass them, and open up their world once again. The skittering of critters in the underbush became background noise at that point, no animal larger than a fox native to this particular patch of the forest. Guaranteed safety in that sense.

The cool night air, filling their lungs and refreshing their mind, was the only thing truly tethering them to reality, as even their feet were becoming hazy in the ever more encroaching and choking mist. Somewhere deep in their hindbrain, an ancient knowledge was screeching an alarm of utmost importance, but their senses have dulled over hundreds of generations, and so they trudged on, even as the milky faded world no longer got penetrated by the light they carried in their hand. There was a path, there was ground underneath their feet, the stones still crunched, the air-

A deep breath of it stopped them in their tracks for a moment. The fog was the same, but their lungs were no longer cooled, no. Gentle warmth, like that of a summer’s eve enveloped them, the chill fading almost impreceptably. Their lone walk was the only reason they truly noticed, for there was nothing else to see or hear. Nothing. That was the next realization. The sounds of nature faded from around them.

With each step though, the uncanny feeling of not getting anywhere was growing stronger, the knowledge that this walk should have been over a while ago a nagging thing that threatened to choke their senses. Still, they fought it down, the cold dread a stark contrast to the warmth now surrounding them.

“The Realm of the Fairfolk is one that takes and takes and takes...” the words echoed in their mind as a cautioning accompaniment to their suppressed concern.

Soon, they could see lights. Soft, silver lights, like millions of constellations around them, filtering through the clouds of mist like the sparkling stars studding the night sky, except these surrounded them in all directions, not just above. Their path was lit by the shimmering brightness guiding them through the fog. Better not stray from the path.

As though welcoming them now, the milky whiteness faded back to a thin veil, revealing a form up ahead, looking just human enough that they approached without thought. Whatever they would be facing wandering the fog was not any more appealing than asking for help. The sparkling lights around them appeared now too, the realization that the leaves of the trees, each blade of grass, and each crack and line in each and every treetrunk was emitting an otherworldly silver glow was dawning on them, the breathtaking view taking their attention from the being they were approaching.

Also from the road.

Whether it was a stone or thin air, they tripped, but the ground never gave them a harsh lesson about paying attention, as strong hands caught their fall, their lost light of no concern as a cool voice addressed them, such sharp contrast to the night air.

“Careful there.” simple words of warning that failed to sound naturally concerned, more like one would handle a pet that almost got in trouble without a care in the world. Still, warm hands helped them back on their feet, and they stepped back to not merely create space, but to give respect to what -or rather who- they now shared the company of.

“Th-” their voice died in their throat for a moment, the warnings of tales coming to the forefront of their mind as those pointed ears warned them of the being that stood before them “I’m grateful for your aid. I’m-uh, lost.” surely they could have come up with something less blunt, however, their previously somewhat steady heart was making a racket in their chest as they took in the being before them.

Surely the light itself was not of mortal origin, for the features of the man-shaped being before them were easy to discern. Long, red hair loose, yet appearing almost flawless, some of it braided to let his pointed ears show, two long bangs framing his face. Brown eyes, steely in their coldness upon first glance, were taking them in just as carefully in turn. His outfit was one they could barely make heads or tails of, velvet-looking material making up the top coat that only fastened down to his waist, making the human’s attention very quickly focus on the sword at his hip. Black trousers and dark boots completed his mostly black and red outfit, silver accents and guards giving a look that could be misconstrued as one of a warrior.

Well, for all intents and purposes, his status as a warrior was not of much importance, considering the silver circlet adorning his head. Ornate and detailed as it were, the human would not be stupid enough to misunderstand the nobility hidden behind its meaning. That, and the cool look they have been enduring since they stepped back from him gave the air of high class, though they were unsure if the one before them was of the Seelie or the Unseelie.

What little they knew that could have helped, was that glamor can make the horrific beautiful, and turn the most mesmerizing view into a nightmare, and they would be none the wiser.

“I’m hardly surprised to hear you say that, as finding humans around these parts is not an everyday occurrence.” whether he concluded that they were honest or something else, at least they had that understanding shared.

“I didn’t mean to intrude.” whatever instinct drove them, they bowed - rather inclined their head that could be seen as a small bow - and allowed room for the one before them to speak up. It was hardly their place to talk or make demands.

Especially since it appeared they have truly somehow crossed into the Fae Realm. That would be a one-way ticket to eternal suffering of a very, very cruel kind.

“That may be the very least to say, but whether you and I like it or not, you have crossed a portal, and one cannot be sure at what point you did so.” he glanced around, his expression showing just a moment of questioning, then he was scrutinizing them again, the chill up their spine a primal warning “You may call me Auron. Might as well have a name to use, if we are to discuss your predicament further.” while he sounded conversational, there was a sharp glint in his eyes.

Not one of mischief, no, like a silent challenge, maybe a warning, or just a test of the most basic mettle that the human could imagine. Would anyone be foolish or scared enough to forget the rules of dealing with the fae, falling right into such an obvious trap?

Maybe someone would.

But not them.

“You may refer to me as...” thoughts speeding a mile an minute, a simple word coming to mind like the lightning in a dark storm “...Rook. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Auron.” they schooled their expression into a polite smile, not that looking upon the fae before them was any trouble or difficulty, not minding the unearthly beauty trying to strike their senses time and time again, though their fear was definitely taking the driver’s seat in this exchange.

“Likewise, dear Rook. Accidental or not, you are lost in a realm not your own, and unfortunate as this fact is, I am unable to provide you aid right here. If you would accompany me to a place where not even the beasts can go, we may figure out a more favourable outcome for you.” confusion followed Auron’s claim, though voicing doubt against a fae when one was human sounded like a choice Rook could not afford.

“If there is such a place, I’d welcome the opportunity to explore it and discuss my... uh, unfortunate circumstances further.” it was hard to not thank someone, especially when politeness had been trained into Rook from a young age, that same gesture of acknowledgement was then a weapon to be turned on them and any human at the most inopportune time.

“I would think a place where my word is law would be sufficient.” there was just a hint of sharpness to his tone, their doubt definitely not missed, though it wasn’t taken as a challenge, which was fortunate for them and their chances of survival.

“That-” their voice caught and with a forceful clearing of their throat, they started over as their mind conjured up a reply more befitting. “Such a place would be a most fitting choice. Very considerate of you.” they tried not to earn the ire of the fae before them, knowing from enough stories that the fairfolk were easy to annoy, and were rather more vengeful than humans, their cruelty often worsened by their long lives.

The silence was long as the fae scrutinized them further, likely making the final decision between playing with Rook some more, or leaving the mortal for a tortured victim of a Wild Hunt to come. Whatever conclusion he came to, Rook had but a moment to take in those eyes filling with something that was close to pride.

“You sound doubtful. No beast nor Hunter of the Wild would dare tread on my land without permission, and so your life would naturally be saved from the hungry jaws of such merciless fate.” If his back was just that little bit straighter, his head held just that little bit higher, Rook could only have a cursory sense of it, barely noticing how the air stilled around them, how the world silenced.

Auron’s very presence seemed to threaten the area, like something infinitely lethal crossing over the land.

“In my current situation, it is easy to perceive it as surprising consideration of one like myself.” the human hadn’t a moment to consider if the smile they saw was a threat or of genuine joviality.

“Like what, dear Rook?” sudden as the question was, the endearment sailed right over their head, for now there was a question to answer, a not-riddle that could be another stone to trip over, lest it turned out Auron truly wished to get to know them.

“Like me. I haven’t much of a claim to fame, or much to my life, and what little I have dulls when in the greatness of presence that is one of the fairfolk. Trying to claim otherwise, or intend to prove so would be foolish.” how hard it was to not give oneself qualities and meanings and things that described them, for Rook couldn’t know if this fae would try to sneak any and every single bit of them, or was honest in his curiosity.

Erring on the side of caution was their only way to succeed, while ensuring they spoke no lie, for the fae tended to view that as the ultimate betrayal, and of a matter more grave than death itself. They had the luxury of a long life, after all, and the willingness to hold grudges for quite a while, if generational curses placed on human families were anything to go by.

Another look, more mellow now, as though their reply was correct, but not right, and Auron motioned for them to follow, the silver embroidery of his coat catching the glimmering starlight-like shine from the trees in a mesmerizing dance. Rook had to force themself to follow as they fell into step beside the other, not by choice. Auron, it seemed, ensured they remained in tandem.

“I have not often met or heard of a mortal that would not grasp an opportunity to boast about their grand achievements. Yet, your certainty of yourself is a breath of fresh air I have not experienced in quite a while, dear Rook. You are not forthcoming, yet there appears to be no question as to who you are.” oh, how honey-warm the praise was, soft and flowing with a slowly creeping comfort, a sweet snare to the senses that his voice just made even harder to handle, giving Rook a sense of the tree sap that would become amber cloyingly embracing the bug before trapping it.

Hard question as it was, pondering on Auron’s aim with those words, or the honesty behind them was pointless.

“I am nothing else, but me.” was the end to that discussion as the human forcibly closed the circle of their self-description, gaining a look that lasted just long enough to feel more as one of wonder than of judgment.

The fog cleared slowly with every step they took, revealing a world that was a facsimile of the Mortal Realm’s night, however, the glimmering starlike glow outlining the leaves and grass, dancing up the veins of each void-black leaf like tiny rivers, connecting into the larger streams that outlined the dips and divots in the almost completely blackened barks of the flora, giving them an eerie, dark blue look, making it impossible to truly know what shade those leaves would become under sunlight. All the while the sky itself, visible amongst the foliage, was just as bejewelled with stars as the one they’ve known, but the Moon that hung in its dark canvas was somehow still and cold to look at, despite the warmth the realm itself radiated for them. No breeze brushed through the leaves to whisper the secrets of the forests, and no critter rushed about the undergrowth looking to hide or to scavenge. If the sense of being watched quite so closely didn’t persist in an almost violent manner, they would have thought this realm was dead.

“No need to stop now, let us move along.” Auron’s warning didn’t hide the somewhat obvious amusement of how easily the very view of the Fae Realm had mesmerized Rook.

“I-I didn’t intend to stop but-” they didn’t want to be too blunt about this, but honesty had to be the best policy. Praising what this place was shouldn’t hold a great risk “This place is absolutely stunning, Auron! Is it already your domain?” they had to ask, direct and risky as that question was. Unwittingly, the fear that should have roared in their mind as they ventured deeper into this realm not their own was fading into the background, their mortal curiosity wanting to see more and experience more, take this once in a lifetime chance in. Whatever danger may have lurked underneath was pushed to the back of their mind.

“It is kind of you to say so, and you are correct. We have crossed the threshold of my domain completely, and as such, everything and everyone within these borders are under my command. While you are my guest here, no harm shall be visited upon you, lest you invite it yourself.” their wonder-filled eyes found his amused gaze, a gentle motion of his hand urging them to keep on following him.

For lack of a better comparison, the view of this world was best described as a painting of the night. They were keenly aware of how little people could see in the dark, even with the Moon hanging overhead. Here, however, it was like they were bathed in the silver light of it, while embraced in the cool darkness with that tint of blue so beloved when it came to depicting the night. The light emitted by the plant-life was a mesmerizing show that made the sky seem almost barren with its myriad of stars. Soon enough, the dark soil of the path they treaded gave way to smooth stone, making Rook jump a little at how suddenly they seemed to emerge from what was mere dirt before. Smooth and black in colour, reflecting the view above, and those that stepped upon them, but they weren’t slippery at all.

Several times did Rook have to hold themself back to step off this paved path now, the burning desire to touch the plants and feel how those shimmering magical lights would feel under their fingertips the worst possible thing to want when they were in the depths of the Fae Realm, inasmuch as they could understand where the borders or the path they found into it had been.

“You shall have time of your own to experience my domain, dear Rook, however, I am of the understanding that such an unexpected detour can not only put a mortal body under some stress, but you must be at the very least parched from such a journey. It is of utmost importance that I be the kind host I have offered myself to be.” perhaps it was the trick of the light, but for a mere moment, when Rook looked at him, there was a ghost of a smile on his lips, even if it didn’t reach his eyes quite well.

The trees started thinning out, and it wasn’t long before the sight of a tall structure stabbed into the night sky over the line of the foliage. The startling realization that this had been within view, and was not some distant and impossibly tall mountain, but a structure much closer than they anticipated had their breath stuttering, the silver light glinting off its surface sharply, like it hit perfectly polished onyx. The edges of the crystal building were sharp, the true structure hidden beneath the cluster-like formation of its walls. Its towering size came into full view as they passed the treeline into a field of the same shimmering grass that embraced the road from both sides, though no flowers were visible within the ocean of near-black, sparkling sea surrounding what Rook could only surmise to be a castle of some sort. Where one would expect the soft breeze to pass between the trees, there was only silence, the still air retaining what could be understood as a fresh summer night’s warmth, but it was as if everything held its breath, not daring to move even an inch, for fear that it would be met with punishment.

If this was Auron’s domain, then it was easy to see that it was his will that created this display. A beautiful, but dead world. Maybe dead wasn’t the right phrase. Frozen, like a painting, taking the one moment and extending its existence into eternity.

Now that they could take in the castle, its angles and slender towers became clearer within the crystalline cluster. Large windows broke the endlessly reflected sky’s view on its surface, while the angles that would face downward did the same with the glimmering plant-life underneath. In a way, it almost camouflaged the true size of it all. Not realizing their steps halted, mouth slightly open in awe at the ethereal view in front of them, Rook jumped at the unexpected voice of their fae companion.

“Do not wait for the sunrise here, Rook. All you will find are the star-encrusted skies, and when I demand as I do now, the Moon’s light, faux as it may be.” not that the human stopped for want of seeing the Sun crossed the horizon, but they couldn’t deny what it might have looked like, or what these words insinuated.

Barely managing to tear their gaze from the hypnotizing view, Rook nodded, a gentle movement as they somewhat managed to shake the spell from themself. They caught up with the fae as they reached the mirror-polished steps, both of their reflections surprisingly stark in the night.

“May I ask, why is it so... quiet here?” this question had been nagging in their mind for a while at that point, so asking it was almost unavoidable.

“My Court is scouting for intruders and others who may lack permission to be within its borders, but all here know to stay out of my sight otherwise. I have little patience for unnecessary talks, and so they know what their tasks are, and are expected to complete them without delay.” his laugh was a cruel thing to hear, lacking in any true mirth, not even joy derived from the cruelty itself as he reached for the large, ornate door, not one the human would expect to be opened by one person, even if it was one of the fairfolk “However, even with this desire of mine, leaving a bad impression on a guest, unexpected as you may be, is not acceptable.” all they could see was a gentle touch on the door, not even a flare of magic, and the two wings opened, silent like shadows themselves, their dark wood glimmering with the silver, vine-like decorations, as if ivy crawled up on it.

Tall winding corridors welcomed them, a never-ending, cold maze of eternal reflections, making them seem even more insurmountable than the building appeared from the outside. They were unsure where the lighting inside came from, or if it was the walls themselves somehow providing it, but it only reinforced the feeling of walking into a snapshot of a world. Auron guided them at a steady pace, and Rook kept up, for fear of these echoes of their presence swallowing them whole. The doors somehow appeared even darker, likely due to lacking the perfection of the polish the walls and floors had, their only tangibility granted by the silver hinges and decorations, as well as the handles of the same metal. Their fae guide stopped at one of the doors, pushing it open without hesitation, and motioning them to go in.

“This study will do.” simple words to describe the room which almost felt homely compared to the eerie cold mirrors of the halls.

A few bookshelves lined the walls on one side, covering up the probably reflective surface. The other side had a desk, pristine and of dark wood, yet the woodgrain gave off the same light they had seen running up and down the barks of the trees outside. In the middle sat a small table, just by the window, and framed with plush armchairs on either side. What was most surprising was the 2 cups of steaming drink sitting on the table in their own, ornate cups.

“Have a seat, dear Rook.” the invitation was practiced, and so was the motion, despite the awareness of his control over the area. It wasn’t natural, but it was no-less confident “Some herbal tea would surely help soothe your body, especially with how well this realm’s remedies help with the exhaustion you must be feeling. While I understand the Mortal Realm has its own herbs to be utilized like so, none are quite as potent as what is available here.” the bone-deep weariness echoed through their sigh as they took the offered armchair, watching as Auron did the same opposite them, reaching for the tea, and humming as he took a sip.

As if waiting for this moment, their own thirst reared its head from within the confines of wonder, amazement, worry, and even fear, the idea of a warm drink soothing their soul irresistible. Doing their best to not just grab the delicate crockery, they still ended up using their other hand to cradle the drink as well and soak in the warmth, and a cursory sniff of the sweet, but unfamiliar floral smell was all it took, before they themselves tried the drink.

Its soothing effect became a frosty knot in their stomach as they realized that they had taken a gift. Not just the hospitality, which was unavoidable, if they wished to avoid an eternity of being lost, but the drink now was a direct gift, one that would demand recompense when faced with one of the fairfolk. Said fairfolk had that small ghost of a smile on his lips once again, sharp eyes taking in Rook’s obvious realization.

“It is rather soothing, is it not? Having the permission of a fae does wonders when it comes to consumption of the fruits of this realm, right?” two questions, one of which was easy to understand, while the other added onto the building confusion of their current situation.

“What do you mean?” brows furrowed in concern, Rook was keenly aware of how trapped they were, regardless of this current aspect of their predicament being something they committed to by following Auron.

“I mean that I have a great wealth of experience with mortals who intended to venture into the Seelie Courts and seek to exploit them, only to be unfortunate enough that fate would guide them into my home to face... much more dire consequences for their intentions. The amusement derived from that is rather limitless.” the previous cruelty returned with some mirth accompanying it this time around, as though meting out punishments for greed was something he welcomed. Not that such a thing would be a surprise, Rook and most humans had no clue what truly made for entertainment for the fae.

“Would that happen to include me?” perhaps not the wisest question to ask, Rook still did so, if only to hear what answer would their short acquaintance grant them.

“We shall see that, won’t we? You claim to merely have lost your way and stumbled into this realm. However, humans tend to have desires, buried deep under their daily toil, their ego, their masks, never mention their willingness to lie and deceive...” the way he trailed off was likely intended to be threatening, even if he attempted to take the edge off by taking a sip of his drink “However, your honesty is something easy to put to the test, dear Rook. Complete a few tasks for me, and you shall earn the compensation of your desire. Seeing this burden put upon you shall reveal your truth for all to see, including yourself.” the human’s body tensed up, the fight or flight instinct surfacing with the primal intensity of facing a predator, one that Rook followed into his very den, and now reaped the rewards of this mistaken choice.

Were they truly to become an errand person to a fae? One with a Court? Didn’t that mean he already held the power over their life or death, and potentially even their soul now that they had some of the tea? Somehow it felt a little demeaning.

“I am not lying about how I got here, or what I wish to achieve.” they pressed only gently, knowing that they were on a little worse than a mere backfoot in this situation.

“Your circumstances in this very moment are of little interest to me. These tasks are not some pointless endeavours to have you lose your life in this realm. Not if you handle them as you should. But mortals tend to be pesky little liars, and you have been enjoying my hospitality since our first encounter within the woods. Take this opportunity for what it is, dear Rook, and prove that your soul hides no secret that would lead you into the fae realm.” it admittedly hurt their ego just a little bit to be questioned on their honesty, however it wasn’t like they truly had any other way to get home than to receive aid from Auron.

All kindness came with a string attached here. The amicable chat, gentle handling, the almost soothing tone, it all came down to maintaining the façade, it seemed.

“So... you have these tasks for me to complete, and if I do so in a satisfactory manner, you will help me return to my realm?” an attempt that clarifying the offer on the table, trying to discern the way Auron kept studying them, the aura of a hunter already satiated with a night of success. However, their encounter seemed just a little too off to be of his doing. If it was, he was one hell of an actor, even for one of the fae.

“The tasks are simple ones, nothing more than token gestures to be measured for someone not belonging to my Court, but currently within its boundaries. Someone - quite specifically - like you.” setting the cup down, he made a vague motion towards them.

However, nothing could be this simple, right? Never with the fae. Sure, they could not technically lie, but they could obfuscate and avoid explanations to their own benefit, leaving the mortals to inevitably fail upon those details hiding the devil himself.

“While I am most appreciative of such a specification, didn’t you say I was a—” their question stuck in their throat alongside the air, their heart stuttering in their chest in a flash of fear, the cruel glint reappearing in Auron’s eyes.

“Guest?” the word they could not say was spoken to them in turn, and something twisted in Rook’s soul upon realization. The very word Auron gave them to utilize and refer to themself had been taken from them just as swiftly, reminding Rook that each word carried a weight, and the fae were always free to make the choice of relieving them of the burden carried with speech “We are now within the boundaries of my Court, dear Rook, or have you forgotten? Anything, and anyone here, be it a guest, a beast, a plant, or even mere property obeys my rule and order. Now, please do not dance around the topic further, lest we test how far my patience extends. Will you accept to complete these tasks for me? I shall be generous, and even offer more than what you ask; whatever your heart desires, instead of your mere freedom.” while the offer was truly as kind as he framed it to be, Rook would have been stupid to think it was not just as dangerous.

If they wished to retain some semblance of honesty with themself, there was never really any question this situation would have played out in any other way. How else would a mortal find their way out of the ethereal realm of the fae, if not with the help of one of their numbers? In a way, perhaps them finding a Lord was fortunate. With having a Court, there was no doubt that Auron was one of them, and so was likely more inclined to play by the rules. All Rook needed to do was not break any of them.

Easier said than done.

“Your attempt to frame it as a choice is admirable, Auron, but the only outcome is that I accept your tasks, and whatever may come with them.” they have taken kindness from a fae, and the debt was not one to be called later with demands of a firstborn or the likes, but right now, without delay, with these errands.

“Glad to hear that, then. You have happened upon the domain of the Unseelie, and within it, myself and my Court, after all. I am owed, and you will be collecting on my behalf as someone of my Court, temporary as that title may be. Should you succeed in completing the 3 tasks, your reward shall be whatever you desire, as I have said before.” while their inability to deny this offer had been established, Auron placing the two halves of the deal into a single claim felt reassuring to hear.

“That sounds... acceptable, Auron. Your graciousness is most welcome.” they had a few choice words in mind that could have replaced the answer right on the tip of their tongue, since they wished to keep said tongue, it was best to take everything with the willingness that was expected of them in these circumstances.

Not to mention, Auron had yet to show displeasure at whatever they ended up saying, correcting them a little bit like one corrects a child, which was apt considering the eternity of a fae compared to the moment of a human. Auron nodded, holding out his hand in a gesture that was more than familiar, though with how casual he did so, it was somewhat confusing to witness. For all intents and purposes, Rook expected something more of his customs, not theirs, and his expression filled with expectation unmistakably shifted to something of a confusion at their lack of acting on this pointedly human interaction.

“Correct me, if I’m wrong, but is it not part of a human societal norms to shake hands upon a deal being made?” amusement glinted in his eyes again as he spoke, having read Rook’s discomfort with ease.

“No, no! You aren’t wrong! Just uh... uhm, n-no matter.” before they could embarrass themself any further, Rook reached out and took the hand offered.

If shaking on it was the only thing to happen, it would not have been the chosen method, apparently. The moment their hands clasped, the spark of heat that ran up Rook’s skin - a flash like candlelight warming it from below, just on this side of painful - settled quickly over the underside of their wrist. As the magic cooled, they pulled their hand from the hold, and were allowed to do so as the fae waited for their reaction. Now emblazoned on their flesh was a crescent moon with a few roses settling in its heart, the largest one fully bisecting the mark itself.

“This is the mark of our deal, dear Rook. The insurance for both of us, regarding this agreement we made.” as an explanation that had to have been grossly oversimplified, but Rook felt it best to not question this until a better time was to come.

“Oh... well, not a bad idea.” they mused, noticing how the ink faded from a black colour, looking like their skin was burned to charcoal, before fading into a red quite noticeable on their complexion.

“The quality of the idea matters not. Your first task will take you to the Court of Delights, beyond the domain of the Unseelie. The Seelie Lord there, going by Alphonse - a name you are able to pronounce - owes me, and as such I require his most favoured possession. Retrieve it for me, as your first challenge.” there was little flare of the dramatic in the explanation, which likely ensured Rook would not be able to blame a potential failure on unclear instructions “Do you have any questions?” as if to ensure he had taken the appropriate care, Auron sought confirmation.

“None, really. When shall I leave?” they should have asked for more time instead of that, but the sooner they knocked out these challenges, the sooner they could get home.

“Immediately, if you so wish.” previously perceived excitement shifted to veiled interest as he said that, especially as Rook nodded, downing the rest of their tea with little further ado.

“Let’s go then! I mean... uhm... Might I ask that you show me at least the way to start with?” that was definitely a smile now, a surprised, unexpected thing on Auron’s face as he stood up, tea abandoned.

“Of course.” leading them back out the reflective corridors, Auron easily motioned to the path they used to approach the castle “Follow the path as we have done before. My domain will ensure you go where you are required to be. Do not stray.” a casual warning, but one that Rook had been heeding most of their lives anyways.

A path tended to connect two points, providing an end to a journey. While straying from it promised adventure, one that would be far more lethal in this realm, than amongst humans through no fault of their own. Plus, at this point, even staying on the path granted them an adventure.

So they started down the reflective road surrounded by a sea of stars in all directions, before the treeline closed behind them, and they were fully alone on their journey once more. The paved way never disappeared again, not until they found themselves at an impossible juncture. The single trail they walked split off to three.

The one to the left appearing similar to the Court they were departing from, the plant-life a little more blue, the sky a little fuller with glimmering stars, as if they walked from the night, into the very heart of the cosmos itself. While a beautiful sight, after their current arrival in whatever the Court Auron ruled, they’d rather avoid a realm appearing even darker than that.

The middle one was the most impossible of them all, all the sunrise shades of pinks and purples lighting the skies, while the plants shifting to impossible pastel colours, with the grass being blue here, or pink there, the tree barks all pale in shade, and just as varied, the whole view reminding them of dreams of childhood wonders, where their imagination could run wild without reality crushing their fantasies.

The third path was admittedly one they found most comfortable to look at, eerily similar to the night of the Mortal Realm. Plants that must have been green in the daylight, the tree trunks not glowing, shaded by the foliage, the silver moonlight less clinical over them, the stars forming constellations, not ones they could identify, but there wasn’t an overabundance of them in comparison to what Rook had experienced so far.

“Maybe I should have asked what made the Court of Delights... well, the Court... of Delights.” a quiet, self-deprecating grumble was all they allowed themself, before heading down the path they found to be most familiar.

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Within a few steps of crossing into the path, the sunset forced upon the skies by the middle road faded into a peaceful night, cool with a fresh breeze dancing through the forest that surrounded the once-more bare soil crunching under their soles. This familiarity, and the life that buzzed around them, unavoidable and unmistakable, filled them with just enough curiosity to tread with more open eyes and ears. The sounds of tiny scratching in the undergrowth, leaves crunching under steps amongst the trees, the songs of birds in the night, flapping of wings, all the sounds of nature that was so unnaturally absent within Auron’s domain flowed free here, even if it did sound more active than any that Rook had experienced amongst mortals. Above them, through the trees, they now could see a starry sky that felt like home, the galaxies and clusters less artificial than how it appeared to be in Auron’s Court, and frankly, each time this comparison flashed in their mind, the question of ”Why?” kept nagging, and burrowing deeper and deeper into their bones.

Why was Auron’s Court so still— No, why did he demand it to be so? He controlled every facet of it, right? It stood to reason that other Lords would do the same. Why then did this realm feel so alive with everything, when Auron’s was almost dead, despite his claims of its denizens merely obeying his law?

That was a question for another day.

The underbrush thickened alongside the trees looming over them and the trail, hiding the starry sky as they saw beasts of different sizes cross ahead of them, none sparing them a glance at all. Yet even with all this, the route remained clear, not a branch leaning over or hanging in at a height where it would trouble Rook at all.

It wasn’t a surprise to conclude that in their desire to seek out something more familiar, they have likely stumbled upon a Court that is not what they were sent out to find. They were too far in though, so maybe seeking out aid here would be beneficial instead of an attempt at doubling back to where the paths diverged.

They could make out a shadowed form beside the worn road, further up, doing something, as if petting an animal. However, it took quite a few steps more before Rook took in the massive deer, as tall as the trees that surrounded them, its huge head leaned down as the fae petting its forehead was checking the branching antlers, which housed nests visible even from this far, and were covered in various vines of different dryness, based on how long they must have been ripped from their roots. What they presumed was a stag then, raised its head. Of course its prey instincts have awakened and sensed the approaching presence of the intruder that was Rook, before the fae by its side could, but sharp brown eyes found them just the same, arms leaving the beast. The fae appeared to be male, arms crossing over his chest as regarded Rook’s approaching form in turn. His outfit was far more practical and less ornate than Auron’s, though if he had to manage in such a dense forest, that was no surprise. He didn’t move, expecting Rook to close the distance, while the stag crossed behind him, disappearing with heavy, yet muted steps amongst the trees, only the canopy rustling giving away its location.

“I don’t think I was informed of your arrival, or anyone’s for that matter. Who are you, and what brought you into my Court?” frankly, after the essential verbal-fencing they had done with Auron, this straightforwardness was welcome.

“I-uhm, please call me Rook. I believe I am lost, as this doesn’t appear to be the Court of Delights.” a gentle bow to show respect was what they offered, acknowledging the Lord before them.

“If you ask me, this Court is the definition of delightful! Home to all manners of beasts, ones you may be familiar with and ones that would only exist in legends amongst humans.” as if catching himself, he huffed out a laugh, arms uncrossing as though he read something in Rook’s curious expression “However, as far as names go, you aren’t wrong. You may call me Seth. Your intended journey took you off-course, as this is the Court of the Wild. The home of the Hunters answering the Hunter’s Moon and the Beasts they chase, within the domain of the Seelie. I'm sorry to say, but this kind of a detour is rather suspicious. Though I do have to admit, none that wander into my Court reach me quite like this, unless they have a goal they must achieve. The Wild is home of such a feeling, the pursuit. You must be in pursuit of something important, which must be within the Court of Delights then. Now, please consider your next answer carefully, for you are human, and so very capable of blatant lies. In this Court, lies of omission under the watchful eyes of the Moon are still lies, and are grave offence.” he waited for them to signal that they understood what he meant “Having said all that, I ask again: What brought you into my Court, and what business should take you to the Court of Delights?” As though to ensure there was no misunderstanding between them, the phrasing of the query was straightforward.

“I have been tasked with going to the Court of Delights, and bringing back the most favoured thing of the Lord there.” They raised their hands to show they were unarmed while they spoke, approaching the fae slowly, stopping at a respectable distance still.

“That task must be a joke or something I, myself, don’t get. It’s impossible to complete.” His words were simple, blunt, but not cruel. Even though his body tensed and shoulders squared, as if their words triggered a fight reflex, except they were in his presence, unarmed. Likely to release said tension, he heaved a sigh, running his fingers through his brown hair, an apology in his gaze as he tried to relax his stance.

That same look was guarded still, defensive almost, awaiting a negative reply from them.

“What do you mean by that, Seth?” it wasn’t such an outlandish thing to consider, and if Auron was owed something, would a so-called most favoured thing qualify as unachievable?

“Because what— no, who is most precious and favoured by Alphonse—” oh, Rook felt the cold chill of his warning before he even finished that sentence “—is precious to me in the very same sense.” The moon’s light was a cold silver, like flint in his eyes as he regarded them, their flinch visible, despite the attempt to brace for the threat.

Now Rook appeared as a credible danger, and had to make a quick decision to not stoke the flames that their supposed purpose sparked to life.

“Considering matters of truth, I was sent strictly to bring back what the favourite of the Lord of Delights is. He is a singular Lord. If you think the answer is one shared between the two of you, then it reasonably cannot be the correct choice. There has to be an alternative that is accepted as a solution." were their concern for the reaction of the fae before them not so overwhelming, they’d have taken the time to pat themself on the back for such a well-spoken argument.

One eyebrow was raised in answer, questioning them and whatever sanity they had left “Applying human logic to this situation hardly seems like a good idea.”

“I’m applying the logic that the fae are unable to lie. Words and meanings can be twisted, certainly, however, the words I heard I shall take at face value as a human would. I was asked for the favourite of one fae Lord, not two.” while they were well-aware of the dangers they were facing, the very nature of being in the Court of the Wild, the very heart of what mortals knew as the Fae Wild itself, they had to rely on their wit and honesty it seemed. They couldn’t fall behind the track of thought that Seth had, otherwise they might end up as prey in a hunt. Even better, if they could stay ahead of him.

Seth regarded them for a long moment, thoughts and feelings flitting over his eyes before coming to a conclusion.

“You may be right, Rook. It might be best to seek a second opinion... and a third.” the expectant look the human had wasn’t missed “Of course, this means I will guide you to the Court of Delights. I trust the truth of what you say... trust your intentions. I’m not of the best opinions when it comes to humans, that much is certain, so this? This trust I am placing in you? Don’t make me regret it.” Seth motioned for them to follow, leading them into the woods immediately, keeping a steady pace so Rook could remain beside him, instead of stuck playing catchup.

“Would you be okay with me asking a few questions? I am quite curious.” maybe there was the threat of the silent walk weighing them down, but Rook preferred to think it was their genuine interest that opened their mouth.

“Depends on what your questions are. There’s much I can’t or won’t talk about.” if it was supposed to dissuade them, Seth did an awful job of it.

“I wanted to ask about some of the creatures we have in myth. Maybe about the Wild Hunt? I didn’t want to try and ask anything outside your realm of expertise. Never mention, humans have a really skewed understanding of these, so it would be most pleasing to have answers to such burning curiosities.” filling out the dead air that would come with them traversing the landscape was something Rook found infinitely more welcoming, especially as they had hope their potentially naïve handling of this task would earn them at least somewhat of a grace from - at this point - the two fae Lords.

Something about having their cake and eating it too, as some would say.

“Sight unseen, most of your legends speak of creatures that do exist, though their natures are definitely recorded incorrectly, which is no surprise, as most of their lives are spent away from the Mortal Realm.” the human visibly perked up, even able to compare themself to a pet of some sort being granted a treat. After all what a treat it was to hear about such creatures directly from one who appeared to be caretaker of all sorts of beasts, the Lord of the Wild.

What a thought it was that Rook was wading through the dense woods of the Fae Wild, and was guided so their life would be spared. That was how Rook learned of dogs that hunted the spirits on nights that the Wild Hunt was not to be. How benign intents were twisted into vicious curses when handed off to certain beasts, the differences between beasts that stalked the deep waters, of the kelpies and selkies and merfolk of various kinds, of the harpies and sirens, of omens of doom that sought to help but were misunderstood as the reason for the ill to befall a mortal, not for the warnings they were meant to be. Seth seemed particularly fond of dragons as well, speaking of the ones that have taken residence in his domain, but informed Rook with at least some kindness that running into them was not something he would permit. Just like how Auron commanded his own domain to shift and exist at his whims, Seth did the same, though Rook had to guess that this walk was not completely voluntary. It stood to reason that the further from the heart of a Court a location was, the less direct control could be exerted over it.

The fresh summer night air shifted to something warmer, gentler... sweeter. Like an assorted scent of flowers wafting on the air, an eternal honeysweet spring as the sky broke from the stars and the dark canvas of the night and gave way to the soft shades of sunrise, while the trees and plants around them started to shift to impossible colours, ones that Rook now recognized to be the middle path they had witnessed before entering the Court of the Wild. In hindsight, the idea that the roads were split as such, their destination requiring them to just literally stay on the path they were already walking, was quite obvious. Maybe that’s what Auron’s warning meant, and not just cautioning them against deciding to explore the woods of the Unseelie Lord’s Court.

However, they would not mistake this outcome for anything other than fortunate. Now they were not only heading into the Court of Delights with some certainty that it was as such, but also with some information and possible aid from another Lord. After all, they wouldn’t have known that two Lord’s shared a favourite person, or someone of sentience, as Seth insisted on the answer being a who and not a what.

It was seriously uncanny to know that they were walking on grass, when it was a soft pink, or cream in shade, maybe even blue or purple, and only in a few scant patches was it an almost washed out green, while the barks of the trees were mostly peach in shade, or even white. No single tree had a monotone shade to their leaves, though those tended to shift between two colours only, some being blue to purple, others from green to cream. This realm was like walking in a literal dream that some would have equated to a heaven they imagined, even the warmth feeling soft, like a gentle caress.

“Rook, don’t wander off now.” Seth’s voice cut through the haze the human didn’t even realize settled over their mind as they found themself with a hand on a tree’s trunk that felt almost like velvet under their touch.

“Sorry?” their tone unsure, they tried to focus their mind properly, realizing that this domain was like the world’s most lethal honeypot as it dulled the senses and exponentially raised the risk of crossing a boundary that the fae could punish accordingly.

Falling back into step with Seth, they ventured further, the Lord of the Wild glancing back at them more frequently now, realizing that their purpose was easily swayed due to their curiosity, that this place exploited to its largest extent. It was safest to keep their own gaze on him, ignoring the unbelievable colours around them, the almost aurora-like rainbow decorating the now completely sunlit sky. The allure was undeniable, and frankly, both of them stood out like sore thumbs, as the colours Seth wore were much more solid and saturated.

A small path led through the trees, the branches forming an archway that looked artificial enough to make one question just how they came to be, opening into a clearing, though by its size, it was best called a field. The sunlight was somewhat muted, gentled further by whatever this area was. From the heart of this field sprung a tree that seemed to lack foliage, its trunk disappearing beyond what they could make out of the sky, the visible bark made up of various pearlescent shades crossing over in a mesmerizing display.

Near the base of this tree was what Rook could call - in the very least - a feast. Foods of all kinds were presented, a party that would last as long as the Lord would wish. Seth having been ahead of them was spotted and the voice that called to him was joyful.

“Seth! Didn’t expect you back here so soon!” there was no accusation or annoyance in the voice.

The pink-haired fae with striking blue eyes almost appeared out of nowhere, the crowd of beings and creatures partaking in the feast creating quite the buzz. He was dressed in shades that matched the realm a little bit too much, though to their surprise his outfit was more fit for comfort than for showing his position, akin to Seth’s.

“You aren’t the only one, Alphonse. However, we have a bit of a situation.” that’s when the Lord of the Wild motioned towards Rook, and their gaze met the blue one of the Lord of Delights. The realization in his eyes bordered on threatening.

“Oh, for— Seth, that’s a human! Didn’t we agree that I closed the pathways between my domain and the Mortal Realm for good?” his disapproval was clear, and it seemed the air itself lost the sweetness that was wafting through it, tainted with a tart flavour that was decidedly sour.

“Just hear them out, Al.” was all Seth told him, and looked to Rook expectantly, leaving no room to try and avoid the explanation of their circumstances.

“I... uh...” they took a deep, calming breath, forcing themself to not rush the words out in a single go “I got lost and wound up in this realm, in a Court of the Unseelie domain. There, I was told to complete tasks to regain my freedom.” they couldn’t help gesturing as they spoke, already having trouble retaining eye-contact “The first task was to find the Court of Delights, and bring back its Lord’s ‘most favoured possession’.” that sentence brought a reaction similar to what Seth had, the defensive stance unmistakable as Alphonse’s body tensed “I was also told you would answer to Alphonse? I guess Seth calling you that is... proof that I am indeed in the right place now?” Rook couldn’t miss the glance that Seth shot behind Al, past the feasting folks, but they were not foolish enough to question or even so much speak more, now that they have laid out their circumstances once again.

Each time a fae perceived them, judged them, assessed them for potential danger, Rook somehow felt their very soul was being probed. This time, however, their attention was taken when one approached the tense situation. They broke from the crowd of those gathered, like they parted for this person as if mere contact with them would be risky.

“Al, something wrong? The air changed and we all know what that means.” the new voice called, Seth’s shoulders dropping as he immediately approached the newcomer “Seth! You’re back! But wh-” their joy shifted as they tried to quickly puzzle together the situation.

“Nothing’s wrong, Sweetheart.” Seth reassured in the other’s stead.

“We just had an unexpected visitor. Another human, if you can believe it. Someone sent them to retrieve my favourite thing.” Al’s intonation was showing how torn he was between keeping his cool, or allowing whatever anger was simmering at the audacity to bubble to the surface, a blade’s edge of tension threatening to cut at any given moment.

The human looked at Rook with an open curiosity that immediately separated them from the distant scrutiny the fairfolk had shown. There was no doubt to be seen as they waved the two Lords just a few steps ahead, and Rook watched as they exchanged hushed words, minute arguments done in moments, as though the human was the one holding the reins. A bit more of this, and the human walked over to them with a smile.

“The boys have some doubt about these tasks of yours. Never mention, you are in... well, mortal clothes. Do you have some-” they made a vague gesture, and Rook frowned, considering the situation, before remembering the mark on their wrist. Lifting their arm, they showed it with a nervous smile “Oh!” They lit up like the Sun itself, bright realization coming over them, waving the two Lords over “Look!”

“Well, that is definite proof, other than the remnant presence of another Court.” Seth admitted, wrinkling his nose a little.

“A temporary seal.” Al agreed, before nodding, more to himself than anything “So, you have to take back my favourite thing. Which would-” he meaningfully motioned towards the excited human by his side “-disqualify them, correct?” there was clear expectation added towards this question. Rook had to reinforce their previous thought process verbally, or risk getting on the bad side of two fae Lords in one breath. All things considered, Rook would not take their chances against one anyways, let alone two, plus the whole idea of a human being a thing just didn’t sit right with them. It was more than a logical observation. The moral obligation was even more important.

“Unless you are telling me they are a thing and not a person, I am choosing this technicality.” Rook felt more at ease, the air lighter after the intervention.

Still, Alphonse gave them a long, soul-searching look.

“Come on, Al, stop teasing them!” the Fae Lords’ Sweetheart interrupted.

“Fine, fine, I just thought a bit of dramatic flare would be good here.” With a flick of his wrist, an ornate wooden box appeared out of thin air “This should be the best answer then.” He held it out with casual ease, and Rook only took it after seeing the other human nod eagerly.

“May I open it?” They asked, their persistent curiosity winning above all.

“Sure, take a look.” Al waved them off, and opening the box revealed a...

“A cake?” Not even a large one, just a few medium sized tartlets topped with fruits Rook couldn’t identify, and an intricacy to the craftsmanship to it all that they had never witnessed before.

“Not just any cake!” The Lords’ Sweetheart corrected “I made it! It’s Al’s absolute favourite!” the human looked rather proud of that. No doubt it was the result of hard work, or shared interest, if they were lucky. A fortunate overlap that created a bond that was somewhat easily represented by the sweet that was now nestled in that box.

“Good call, if we include the fact that he is barely willing to share it with us." Seth added for good measure “I mean, we do get some leeway if we want to have it, but boy, he guards that thing better than he guards his own Court.” the Lord of the Wild eased back as well, accepting the solution and their human’s openness to try and aid Rook.

“Yeah, when it comes to his sweet tooth, this is something that he would only give up in the most dire of straits. Should be the perfect match for what could be his most favourite thing." Sweetheart confirmed “Word of caution: Don’t eat it, okay? It is intended for the one who sent you on this task, and the whole consumption with permission thing is a risky domain until you completed this. The permission is in the recipient’s court now.” Their face reflected a solemn certainty of the danger Rook could be in.

“Understood.” while they would have to lie to claim that the cake didn’t look mighty appetizing, Rook still wished to succeed and return home. If it meant literally being the errand human of a Fae Lord, so be it.

“Hmm...” Alphonse hummed, eying them with a critical glint in his gaze “If you want, Rook, you may grab a bite before you go. You feel hungry. To me, I mean. Being the Lord of Delights, sensing the needs of others is pretty much in the description. No pressure though, I understand if you’d rather bear the discomfort or something like that.” he shrugged, appearing nonchalant, but there was some definite concern in his eyes “Humans do have the tendency to ignore their needs when on a mission.” While the words held the reassurance that a rejection wouldn’t be met with hostility, the explanation sounded like when someone reasons out how a pet acts when left to their own devices.

Rook could almost see the lightbulb go off in the Lords’ Sweetheart’s mind, and they ran back to the feast, the crowd parting once again to make way for them. What they returned with was something Rook had not expected to witness. It was a slice of a pie, sure, but Rook would have to be blind to not recognize the raspberry pie offered to them on a thin, ornate, ceramic plate.

“Come, come! Eat this. Just a bit of energy for the road, okay?” the human urged, shooting a meaningful look at Al.

“Yes, yes, of course! Please, do try the food! Any of the food! Especially the one that is so unbelievably difficult to get in this realm, because the damned raspberry refuses to grow as easily as it does on mortal soil!” Alphonse looked pained as he gave his permission for Rook to eat specifically that food in as many words as was possible to please the human he favoured.

Rook was unable to stop their surprised and bafflement alongside the giggle at what amounted to be a small temper tantrum. However, their attention was monopolized by the other human soon as they urged Rook to sit down, pressing the plate into their hand, alongside a small fork, helping them put down the box onto the ground next to them.

“Sure, you needed the permission and all, but it’s human realm food. It’s safe.” Sweetheart reassured them, sitting down as well “So... Seth says you got lost?”

“Yeah...” Rook felt safe enough to take a bite of the pie, humming in relief as the sweetness and tartness of it mixed up perfectly “Whoa! This is really good!”

“Thank you!" appreciation accepted, Sweetheart returned to their questions "Where did you end up? I mean, that mark is familiar, but I’m not going to pretend to remember every Lord’s crest off the top of my head.” with some discomfort, Rook realized they had no idea which Court they dropped into, they froze up with the fork still in their mouth, before shaking their head.

“I... got no clue. I mean, it’s in the Unseelie domain. Things were a little too much, I guess.” maybe that was the best way to put it. A lot was going on, and asking exactly what Court they entered wasn’t really in the forefront of their mind at the time.

“Ah, I can understand that.” that sounded more like placating them than anything else.

“Sweetheart?” Alphonse’s voice broke through the small talk, as he practically stomped over to crouch beside the other human “It’s one thing to give them food, but-but come on! Seth’s here to visit, a party is on! They can actually finish their meal alone!” the fae Lord was pouting, gaining a somewhat withering look from the human.

“We can have a party anytime, and Seth is still here. Mind you, only because he was trying to figure out what Rook was really up to. By the way... do you know which Court that mark belongs to?” they motioned to Rook, and Alphonse heaved a sigh, before frowning as Rook’s answer was not coming. The disbelief on his face was as sight as he realized that.

“Wha-wait a second, you have made a deal and took a task without knowing just which Court is going to be attached to your time spent in this place?” okay, seeing the disappointed look on Alphonse was actually painful in the sense that it genuinely made it seem like Rook should have known better. They probably should have, in all honesty.

“That’s a pretty dangerous thing to do. Then again, if you got a deal out of it, I suppose it’s not the worst outcome.” Seth interjected as he approached just the same and plopped down next to their Sweetheart, soon followed by Alphonse.

“Do you two know who the mark belongs to or not?” their human repeated, and both looked away.

“We know. We would have known without the mark.” Alphonse claimed with a roll of his eyes.

“It’s an unwanted 6th sense, like the most annoying whisper in your head... like you are being watched.” Seth huffed at the end “Which is why we are going to have to deny the answer and all that.”

“Yeah, you should ask that question to your host. Should have done so before you even accepted. The next best time is when you return to show what a great job you did!” the Lord of Delights made a valiant attempt at not making that last bit sound just a little condescending, but it was unsalvageable.

“Al!” the human pinned him with a look.

“What! They have done a great job! First they met Seth and managed to not make him angry, and then they also met us and managed to not make both Seth and I angry at the same time! That’s a great job!” the pastel-dressed Lord defended his stance vehemently, while Rook enjoyed the pie they were given.

“I could be wrong, but simply just saying it like that makes it sound like when I’m praising the new wolf pups in the pack for learning or doing something right.” and that there was the crux of the issue as Seth so succinctly managed to point it out.

“See? Seth gets it. Just with Rook, say ‘good luck’, or something, please.” Sweetheart pleaded with him, not that much seemed to get past the base misunderstanding of words and their human meanings, regardless of intent.

“They don’t need luck. You gave them a coveted slice of raspberry pie.” Alphonse legitimately pouted.

“It’s a human realm food though. Isn’t that why I was given this?” the human tried to understand.

“Yes, that’s why. Alphonse here can be a bit of trickster you know, and I didn’t want to risk you getting some sort of a stomach-ache or something else. Plus... any taste from home is a welcome one to help anchor your mind, right?” the truth in that last bit hurt to hear, because there was no way they could disagree with it.

“Y-yeah.” having finished the pie, they stood up, bringing the box back into their hands, secure and steady. The plate disappeared into thin air with the fork, their surprised look at Al met with a lopsided grin.

“Nothing that could cause discomfort shall exist within the Court of Delights, or whatever fancy phrasing you’d imagine a Lord saying. The dirty plates to clean after a feast are nothing but a nuisance, so they... cease to exist. Now, I guess you will be off to complete your challenge?” he looked much more mellowed out by then, and upon seeing Rook nod, he motioned back out of the clearing, and a path formed in the endless grass, marked with a dangerously saturated pink “Sorry, won’t do better. Follow the path, don’t stray, you should know the deal as a human. My Court will try to shorten your journey back, Rook, but I don’t know if your host will have the same courtesy once you crossed the boundaries. How does that sound?” Alphonse tried to make himself appear neutral, or as neutral as one whose precious sweet was shared with an outsider.

“Sounds like you are trying to kick me out, so your Sweetheart couldn’t give me more of your food.” that was a blatant challenge of the Fae Lord’s rule, but all they got was a laugh in turn, from all three of them.

“Correct! Seems it took some good food to break through to you... a little bit. Just make sure you stay on your guard with other Lords. Not all are as kind and generous and helpful as we are.” Alphonse patted them on the back, the unexpected action almost causing Rook to drop the box with the cake.

“Tha—” one hand slapped onto their mouth, having abandoned the box, causing the two Lords to laugh again.

“Okay, at least you know the basic rules, even if you kind of slip up on some details.” Seth had taken to lying back on the grass, the issue he came to sort was handled, and Rook didn’t need a guide out of the place.

“Your aid in my endeavour had been most kind.” they tried to still voice their thanks without using words that they knew would be risky.

“Fancy. Now, head back, Rook. The longer you spend away, the more troublesome the rest of this little challenge given to you may end up being. Shoo!” Alphonse waved them off, and their human waved goodbye to them.

In a way, Rook liked to think that regardless of the outcome of this task, they have at least found some foothold in this realm. The path that took them further from the heart of the Court of Delights remained clear to follow like the grass was stained with that same surprisingly-saturated candy red.

It seemed the allure of the realm no longer touched them the same, perhaps due to Alphonse’s decision to be so, perhaps they became somewhat desensitized since being called out by Seth. Maybe even having some food in their belly made the difference on how the Court of Delight called out to them. They couldn’t be sure of that, but knew for certain that they were reaching the border of the Court, when the pastel skies shifted to soft sunset shades, and the flora started turning darker and darker with each step, before the first reflective stone marked the start of the path back into Auron’s Court.

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The star-studded night sky was their company as they made their steady way through the Court, the warmth from the Court of Delights having faded into the stillness of this domain. The silence was... different. As if it shifted, was muted, instead of a complete and all-encompassing void of noise. It wasn’t just their steps on the stones of the road. It wasn’t just them being watched. It was... shy. What a strange word to come to mind, as if the realm itself was shy in their presence, not wanting to scare them more than the dark domain itself already did. Except, with how Rook was, once again struck by the beauty of the stars above and the lights imitating galaxies around them just the same, the cold moonlight seeming the enhance the silvery light of them, instead of muting it all, there was no fear to be found in their return..

The castle loomed closer with each step, just as sparkling with the reflections above and below as it was the first time, perhaps marking the one point at which some of the apprehension reached their soul in a tangible way. Their foot set on the steps leading to the ornate entrance, and in the same moment the whisper-silent doors moved to open, as if they were expected...

Watched.

Something shifted on the mirror-clear floor, and they couldn’t help the way their heart leapt to their throat. Their reflection was several steps ahead of them, and waving at them, pointedly glancing down and at the same time up at them, looking Rook in the eye as they kept urging the human to follow. Of course they trailed after, their confusion suppressed by the building anticipation of seeing Auron’s reaction to what they brought back. The certainty of their decision faded with each second, the realization that Rook would be alone against a Fae Lord becoming more and more of a looming threat, the Sword of Damocles that could very well mark the end of their life, if this cake of all things wasn’t what was expected.

Then again, challenging this Lord still had better odds, than the other two already viciously protective of the human in their care.

Also, their Sweetheart was not a thing. They were a person, a human, their person, so Rook and by this extension, Auron - or any other Fae Lord - had no right try and take them.

Finally catching up with their mirror image that stopped by another set of dark, silver-vine woven doors, Rook glanced around for but a moment, before pressing on one wing of the doors with one hand. Maybe the idea of knocking crossed their mind, but they had something to be proud of, and making Auron wait sounded a little rude in their mind. There was a task to complete, and a Fae Lord to impress.

Hopefully impress.

Another shadow-like silent movement of the wings, as both seemed to open upon the pressure placed on one. All obeyed Auron’s will, so they surmised it was his choice. The giant hall that opened up, almost stopped Rook in their tracks. The imposing obsidian walls with the sourceless light gave an eerie aura to the space, highlighting each edge, each tall, curved window. A giant, silent, empty space, with the clear, mirror-like surfaces creating a feeling of endlessness in all directions.

Focus.

Rook looked ahead, up the dais, to the Lord sitting on the throne, patient, if a little bored. Infinitely lonely, if Rook allowed themself a quick thought to that. The suffocating blackness all around with all the reflections was hard to push past, but their steps echoed in their lonesome as they crossed the large room.

“How bold...” his words filled the space with ease, and the mockery in his voice was quick to become apparent, unless he was making an attempt at praising them, which was possible, if Alphonse’s own shortcomings were of any indication of fae and their ability to communicate with humans “I can see you have succeeded though, so I suppose the boldness is earned.” one elbow on the armrest, and his head propped on his hand seemed to reflect the boredom they sort of read from him the moment they entered.

However, as they got closer, stepping up the dais without any hesitation and handing the box over, the interest in his gaze was much, much clearer. As if something shifted in the air itself, the realization that Rook's success caused a change was quick, like lightning within their mind. They remembered enough to step back down the dais, just to create a respectful distance. Sure, Rook was emboldened by their experiences, but weren’t completely blinded by their pride.

“The most favourite thing of Lord Alphonse.” they confirmed as he opened up the box, his expression softening with wistfulness, before he shut it back, placing it on one of the armrests as he sat up straight.

“Now then, dear Rook, would you like to hear your next task?” certainly his voice held a teasing edge, but Rook couldn’t help the grip of anxiety on their heart at the suggestion that they were to continue on immediately. Perhaps it was good that they had something small to eat, if they were to not even be allowed rest.

Still, they’d be a fool to try and just push through after having experienced more than they would in a single day of their life.

“I could... continue, if that’s what you demand.” they sure hoped it wasn’t “However, since we have a deal, I would find some rest to be preferable, so I can complete the next task with sufficient efficiency.” he put up the air of considering their words, Rook could be sure of it, for the mirth dancing in his eyes was unmistakable.

“I may be unaware of some aspects of humans, but I was under the impression that aside from rest, sustenance might be required to ensure your health. I have sent you off with only a drink before, and would wish to correct this oversight by ensuring you are provided food, and so your chances of survival may be better. That is, unless there is a misunderstanding that I have here.” roundabout and painful to parse, Rook tried their best to school their expression, because Auron just did his best to ensure the human could not wiggle out of having a meal with him, not even if they admitted to having that slice of pie in the Court of Delights. This was impossible to refute or deny.

Honestly, did they want to, at all? Just on the face of practicality, hopefully it would give them the opportunity to talk with their host, this Lord of a Court they didn’t know, and maybe gather some knowledge that could help them in the long run. Plus, Auron had been... not necessarily kind to them, but had been welcoming, and offering them an exchange, that didn’t appear unfair so far. He wasn’t unkind, but if he was Unseelie, which he claimed to be, Rook couldn’t have hoped for a more lenient encounter.

Maybe if they learned more of him, not just from him, they could understand why he would give them such an offer, let alone why he would desire a cake of all things. Never mention that they’d have to be absolutely blind to ignore his looks, even if they tried to brush it off as just part of a fae glamour. He looked too genuine to be hiding behind a magical illusion, and using his looks far too little to try and entice them in any way.

“Your... well, your understanding of humans is correct. Food is the fuel that helps us be productive. I merely... My exhaustion at this point in time is simply a bit more of a burning need than my hunger.” what a game it was to try and deny a powerful fae with their meagre resistance, a token one at that, because even they weren’t stupid enough to try and get a restful night on an empty stomach.

“However, you are hungry then, and so that desire will be sated first. It wouldn’t do to send you to sleep hungry, and risk that you would not get adequate rest. Follow me, dear Rook.” he stood up, decision made and box forgotten as he approached them, only passing their side by a step or two before looking back, expecting them to obey. For their own benefit it would seem, as Rook heaved a deep sigh, a denial they themself wouldn’t have truly wanted being agreed to. So they were guided down the infinite corridors again. Door after door and turn after turn to another room, which was just as spacious as the throne room, except for the table that could seat dozens, if not more, taking up the middle of it. On one end of it, there were two seat, facing each-other, which caught the human off-guard, considering Auron’s position.

Then again, all other seats were missing, and on that part, within reach of the two seats, there was a veritable feast presented, one that was looking a bit more varied than what they have witnessed in the Court of Delights, and its endless collection of sweets. By the size, the human wondered if it was a space intended for larger gatherings, or just providing enough for all Lords to be seated, should a gathering be held. The walls around were bare, one side lined with tall, narrow windows, and still the sourceless light spread around the room in a distracting way, the reflections starting to be less and less intrusive, the longer they were looking into the infinity of reflections echoing each-other back and forth.

“Have a seat, dear Rook. While your appetite might be the more pressing one out of the two of us, it would be impolite to have you eat without company.” like a cat toying with a mouse, he watched as they finally sat down. The sigh of relief was unavoidable once more, not that they had any intent of trying to present a not-exhausted façade at this point, considering their request of getting some rest “The meal and refreshments are all, hopefully, to your taste.” they really should have taken a second to digest the sentence, but the phrasing struck them as odd.

“What about your taste? You are having these same things as well.” they looked over the various meats and sides and whatever else it was they could not possibly identify, other than a vague sense of salads, or grains, or sauce, or fish... not that they had any clue as to how beasts of the fae realm would have looked on a table, and asking what they were about to eat sounded far more exhausting than what their limit was at the time.

“There is nothing in my Court that is not to my taste, dear Rook.” he gave them a pointed, meaningful look, causing Rook to take the necessary second this time to comprehend the reply. As for the conclusion of this consideration, Rook figured Auron wouldn’t be stupid enough to keep things he didn’t like, if he kept such an iron fist over his domain.

Still, something was amiss.

Brushing it aside, the human smiled at the Fae Lord, receiving an appreciative look in return.

“Enjoy this to your heart’s desire, dear Rook. A celebration worthy of completing the task I have given you, and to do so in such a... short amount of time.” the praise felt a little too nice to hear, so Rook had to try and temper his apparent enthusiasm for their success.

“Could have shaved off some time, if I didn’t wind up in the Court of the Wild.” they didn’t dare touch the food before Auron did, and filled their plate generously with various items that caught their interest. The silence following their comment alerted them, and saw brown eyes observe them curiously as an eyebrow rose in question, a wordless invitation to continue “I went on the wrong path, and wound up in the Wild Court... or Court of the Wild is the official title, I guess? It was really lively, despite it being night there. Then again, aren’t most animals active at night?” shaking their head, they continued “I met the Lord there, Seth! And saw a stag that was as big as the trees! I swear there were birds nesting in the antlers! It looked stunning! Oh, and Seth helped me find my way to the Court of Delights.” Auron hummed then, nodding.

“As expected of the ruler of the Fae Wilds. Helpful to all beings big and small, though those same creatures bow to his will, regardless of their Court affiliation. Then again, this is more of his reward for being the preferred caretaker of most beasts that roam the realms” Auron confirmed in a carefully neutral tone “So, he helped you getting to the Court of Delights then.” it was apparent that the Lord made the decision to have them continue the story, and so Rook chose to not delay further, though they had questions.

“Yeah, we crossed through the forests, and the change from one Court to the other was impossible to miss. The colours shifting around, the soft pastel shades taking over— I don’t even know how it works, because I have never seen pink or purple grass, neither blue leaves and such! And the warmth! It was so strange, being everywhere, but not suffocating at all. Everything was so... comfortable, I guess? It felt like no matter where you’d sit or lie down, it would be comfortable. And the Lord there, Alphonse, he was— well, did you know he has a human companion?” unfortunate for them, they couldn’t parse if the glint that passed Auron’s eyes was of surprise or mere interest.

“Perhaps I was aware, perhaps I was not. With you speaking of them, there is now no doubt in my mind of their existence.” okay, with that reply, Rook bit down hard on tacking on Seth’s connection to the human being just as important. Better be safe than sorry “However, have you enquired about what I sent you to get me? I believe it is merely a kind of cake in human vernacular, but I’m sure Alphonse’s attachment to this particular pastry was made perfectly clear.” they kept taking the opportunity to eat while he spoke, admittedly finding the food to be quite delicious despite their mind being taken off of the curiosity of learning just what they were stuffing themself with.

“While its importance was made clear, I find the fact that I was sent to merely fetch that to be a little... um...” they trailed off in a desperate search for the right word.

“Demeaning, dear Rook? Why would it be so? Was it not a task that was something I needed done? Is finding the opportunity to obtain something that was a rarity and treasured even in the very Court it comes from not enough? Or maybe this task was too easy for your human sensibilities?” there was no doubt that the questions intended to mock Rook.

“I think this task was not one that would contribute much to balance out the price of my freedom.” the words were out almost carelessly blunt, before Auron smiled at them, a warning of a challenge glinting in his gaze.

“And at what point have you become the arbiter of value that is assigned to a task, dear Rook?” just barely a tilt of his head accompanied the question, daring Rook to continue questioning his decisions. It lacked the joviality that could have eased Rook, and so the human yielded for the sake of their life.

“I’m admittedly not well-versed in priorities and values assigned to certain things in this realm.” attention turned back to the food as they allowed some silence to settle, before Auron made a not-so-passing comment.

“Plus, it is not your freedom you work towards, but your heart’s desire. Do be aware of the valley of difference this makes.” despite how easy his words were, how light he intended them to be, Rook’s senses just screamed that their assessment of this task made it even more pointless to do.

They, however, were not suicidal enough to bring it up again, once Auron made his stance quite clear. Never mention, they had other questions to ask, more pertinent in the times to come. Especially the obvious one.

“I realize this is probably a bit late to ask, but what Court are you ruling, Auron?” there was no really polite way to ask, not that they actually wanted to spend too much on piecing together a more proper question.

“Ah, better late than never indeed. This, dear Rook, is the Court of Desires. While it may appear empty, it never is such, and be aware that there are always eyes following you, just like they follow anything and anyone that steps inside the borders. Nothing happens here that I am not aware of.” for a brief moment, Rook considered asking how that was possible, however, Auron seemed pleased to be able to introduce his home domain finally, so far be it from them to stain the moment “And of course, this is in the part of the realm that is under Unseelie control.” he added that last bit, apparently with some hope to guide the conversation, except, Rook had a different priority.

“Oh! Yes, with Al and Seth both being Seelie, what can you tell me about the Seelie Courts?” the displeasure and annoyance that flashed on his face for just a moment was surprising, but he schooled his features fast enough to not really be something the human could speak of without being decidedly rude.

“Of course they are, as they are part of the Seelie Courts, alongside the Court of the Sun, the Court of the Moon—” he began, and Rook’s brows furrowed as the question tumbled out without filter.

“But there’s a moon outside. And there was one in the Court of th—”

“As you have asked me a question, dear Rook, I would appreciate it if you kindly let me finish the explanation first.” he waited for them to confirm, receiving a tense, subdued nod as an answer, Rook not trusting their voice or words at the moment “The Court of the Sun and the Court of the Moon also used to be known as the Court of Intuition, and the Court of Knowledge. There are several other Courts to mention, but these are core to the function of this realm.” he finished up, the edge of his voice as he gave the alternative names of those two Courts striking Rook as odd, but there was a chance that broaching the subject would need to be done with an appropriate question, instead of thoughtless curiosity.

“Would you be inclined to-to share as to why those Courts have two different names?” while Auron’s expression was just that little bit pinched, the mask in place, but hardly perfect, he showed no further issue with the question.

“There was... well, let’s call it a ‘change of guard’ at those Courts, and there was a valiant attempt at simplifying the blinding light and the seeking light into the Sun and Moon respectively. However, as words have power here, they managed quite spectacularly to strip the Moon and her light from the Unseelie Courts since then. Whether it was their intent or not doesn’t matter.” the tightness in his voice betrayed his anger attached to the loss of moonlight, an icy, scalding cold feeling attached to it, as if it could cause frostbite by its mere presence. He had shifted his gaze from them to somewhere past their shoulder to not force them to endure such a feeling, even if they knew it was not aimed at them, they wondered how the obsidian walls would handle the pressure of his glare in turn.

“H-How about the Unseelie Courts?” they wound up asking, and it was interesting how easily the mask slipped back over his features as he cooled himself down enough to answer once again.

“They have many facets, and you have seen the outskirts of this domain. Aside from my own, some others are the Court of the Night, the Court of Indulgence... and one I would suggest you avoid at all costs, the Court of Excess. That is one Court that proves to be dangerous not just to mortals, but to other fae and the Lords themselves.” another short, to the point explanation, though the worry that started wriggling in Rook’s belly did little to help their appetite now.

“Y-You won’t send me to that last one then, right?” a necessary question, rewarded with a smile that showed some amusement once more.

“Please, even if I wished to play with you in a way you’d call truly cruel, I’d still have enough decency to not hand you over to the Lord of that Court. Very few would be able to handle that.” the reassurance was quite simple and straightforward this time.

“That is a relief to hear though.” there was no need to hide that fact.

“Glad we agree.” their disinterest appeared to please him, as they continued their meal.

Rook couldn’t deny that having a full belly was certainly helping their mood, including their need to actually get some sleep. Auron’s gaze had a certain measure of calculation to it, before he spoke up, once again coming to a conclusion or decision he would submit Rook to.

“It was pleasing to see your appetite so healthy, and you enjoying your meal. However, before I send you off to a well-deserved sleep before your next task, I would think helping the grime be washed off of you would make your sleep better, and you wouldn’t track the dirt of Seelie Courts right into the bed you’ll be sleeping in.” now the fae Lord was grasping at straws, trying to keep Rook awake and apparently in his company, making the mortal wonder if they were somehow a riveting conversational partner, because they sure didn’t feel like it.

Nevertheless, he brought up facts that would make rejecting him impossible, and risky. Not much of a choice but to accept it graciously.

“Your hospitality is already far more than I deserve, regardless of our agreement, Auron, however, I will not make an attempt at denying the chance to freshen up.” there was no hiding the satisfaction in his eyes as he stood up, abandoning the food just as easily as he abandoned the box with the cake in his throne room.

“Let us not waste time then, dear Rook. I would like to ensure you are able to sleep in a timely manner.” oh, what a choice of words that was, as Rook had no doubt it meant whatever Auron wanted it to mean. The will of a Lord over their Court was absolute, after all.

Rook was within the Court, just as limited as those bound here.

Leaving the oppressive hall, the fae Lord led Rook down further corridors once again, the human most definitely lost in the maze of them. With each step, Rook realized that while the doors were all as black voids amongst the reflective walls, the silver patterns that the hinges and handles made alongside the decorations were distinct. Or at least distinct enough to suggest there was a system to identify what kind of rooms they were passing, except they wouldn’t dare leave Auron’s side to test the theory at the time.

“Is everything alright, dear Rook?” of course he noticed their attention shifting, from considering the doorways, to their reflections again, and their many echoes in all sides.

“I have been just... struck with awe at this palace is all. I think. While it isn’t like mirrors are unfamiliar to me, humans very much have those, there is absolutely no way something like-like this could be possible in that realm. I mean, not without huge effort of manpower put in, and even then, the lack of magical protections would cause the surfaces to fade and dull either way.” while this wasn’t necessarily what they wished to truly comment on, it felt appropriate to still to mention that the reflections had been noticed and have occupied some of their attention.

“Hm. I suppose humans have a very distinct relationship with mirrors and the aspect of facing what they reflect.” Auron’s words sounded like musings in answer to Rook’s own, though hardly meant to carry this train of thought further, especially as he stopped by a door with decorations that were reminiscent of lily pads, with one flower forming the door handle “Here we are.” his voice rumbled with a pleased tone, pushing the door open with ease, stepping aside to make way for Rook to enter first.

Inside was a view that was impossible to forget. The onyx walls were crafted to perfection in their hard edges, and perfectly square pillars, each jagged edge a geometrical marvel that created a large void of stunning reflections and echoes of light, the sourceless lights having changed instead to the light from outside. It was the sharp silver gleam of the faux moon hanging above that outlined each step as they led from the highest point by the door, down steps to the centre of the room, where the flat, obsidian surface glimmered with not just the moonlight, but the stars in a nigh-perfect reflection. Never mention, the space where the light shone in was the opposite wall in almost its entirety, overlooking the mountains and endless forests that stretched far into the distance, as though this Court of Desires was stretching forever.

“Wow...” unimaginative, but what else would have slipped past their lips as they took in the marvellous room before them, the surprising warmth in the air different from the rest of the domain’s almost stale warmth. This was inviting, like there was a hearth radiating heat in the room, drawing them in.

“This is my private bath. Its waters are magical and are able to heal and cleanse any and all that step foot into it, so it may only be found by those with intimate knowledge of my Court, few as they may be, or those with my permission to not only seek it out, but succeed in such an endeavour. I believe I do not have to tell you which group you belong to, dear Rook.” there it was, even more teasing in its own right, but the human was not in a state to truly understand just what it meant, because the fact of this being a bath, and them not seeing the water was immediately taking precedence in their mind.

“Wait, where is the water?” their question was answered with a teasing smile, small as it was, before Auron motioned to their right.

“Get changed first, dear Rook.” he motioned past them “You may do so over there. Choose a robe to your liking.” the instructions were clear, and they would not receive a reply to their question either way, so they went and looked at the selection.

To their surprise, all colors were present, even if they were on the darker end of the spectrum to be chosen from, the material soft, light, and cool to the touch in the slightly humid air. That distinction had them wonder if they were some sort of magic garment. Still, they did as instructed, stripping down and donning the robe, tying it firmly at their waist, the material warming almost immediately as it made contact with their skin. It fit them... perfectly. Not in size, but it was if the fabric itself embraced their body with barely any crease. It almost felt wrong to put it on without bathing first, as they finally felt the grime and dirt on their skin from all that had gone on in the day.

As they stepped out from the little changing area, they found Auron already by the edge of the large slab of obsidian that took up the middle of the room. It was spotless and just as mirror clear as the rest of them, reflecting the moonlight and the sparkling stars flawlessly. As for the Fae Lord, it was surprising to see him wear much the same kind of robe that they did, no difference other than in size and fit, which suggested that these were likely the best he could acquire already. It took all of Rook's existing willpower, and a hefty dose of their curiosity shifting back to the water they could not see to not stare at Auron, and the way the robes fit his body. The heat that rose to their cheeks could be blamed on the warmth in the air, despite it not being a hot spring in any sense of the word, but definitely it had nothing to do with just how Auron's presence struck their heart and soul. A dangerous combination towards one of the fairfolk who are known to rip away any and all that makes humans themselves.

But how were they supposed to take heed, when Auron looked like that?

The ghost of his smile softened his gaze, clearly appreciating Rook following the instructions they were given. Maybe his gaze lingered longer, but it could be that he was only acknowledging that the robe was as it was supposed to be on Rook. Maybe he judged the colour they chose out of all that were available. He himself appeared just as confident in the robe as in his own garments though, having chosen a black with silver patterns, somewhat catching the human out with how casual he was appearing then. Once more, he held a hand out to invite them to join him, his voice ringing clear in the room and demanding the attention Rook was already giving carelessly and willingly.

“You were asking about the water, correct?” the obsidian tiles were only marginally cooler under their feet than the air itself, yet Auron’s touch was still a contrasting warmth that stilled the air in their lungs for a moment “It’s right here.” his gaze and free hand guided their focus to the slab in the middle, their brows drawing together in confusion “I see you cannot believe my words, so why not test it yourself, dear Rook?” a gentle pull on their held hand drew them next to the ledge, and they crouched down, Auron letting them go, to either prove or disprove the Fae Lord’s claim.

“You must jest, this is obviou-” their voice died in surprise, as the soothing warmth of the water brushed their fingertips before they pulled their hand in shock. The ripples brought the water to life with shimmering, bioluminescent lights passing like dust in the water, lighting up the edges as the waves hit them, the steps that further reached into the shallow pool, as well as what appeared to be black quartz-like cluster forming a column, with the top looking like a stone was sitting on top of it, in the centre of the pool.

They had to see it again, dipping their hand back, the soothing heat of the water crawling up their bones invitingly, while the blue lights shifted with each movement that caused a ripple in the water, lingering a bit before fading, only to reappear when Rook shifted their hand again.

“I take it this is to your liking?” his voice sounded a little further off as he chose another set of steps to enter the pool, Rook’s gaze shooting up from the water to meet his, the fondness there taking in their wonder with an appreciation that warmed something in their chest, before realizing that Auron disturbing the water caused an even more prominent presence of the blue lights. That shifted their focus right away, wanting to see how they caused the shimmering in the water.

“It’s amazing, Auron! I don’t think I have ever seen something like this in the Mortal Realm.” sure they have not seen a lot of their realm, yet it was no less true for it “Um... am I okay to...?” they motioned to the water, and were rewarded with a laugh that sounded much more genuine and light than what they’ve heard from the fae so far.

“But of course. It would be rather unfair of me to insist that you clean yourself up before you rest, and then deny you access to the means, right?” as he moved in the water, Rook realized that the robes were not acting as any fabric they understood, almost sticking firmly to the body, however, that thought was superseded by first wanting to experience the warm bath for their own, which they hastily did. Minding the steps down, they chose to take the hand they didn’t necessarily need, but Auron offered for them. Perhaps he feared they’d lose balance or something embarrassing as that.

The water was warm, that comfortable heat that reached beyond their aching muscles and bones, pains they hadn’t realized they had, deep into their soul to soothe the stress they had been suppressing due to their circumstances. They sank neck deep into it, followed by a chill that ran up their body quickly warmed by the water.

“How is this so warm, Auron?” the question was voiced with a relieved sigh underneath it.

“With the help of the egg in the centre, of course.” as if that question could have had no other answer to it, Auron’s voice echoed softly in the large space.

“The egg? Wait, that’s an egg?” not that they missed it, quite hard to do so with it being there in the middle, but having it pointed out and be the reason for the heat surrounding them was a little unreal.

“Yes. It is a phoenix egg.” while they understood the general creature that a phoenix was, Auron’s tone made it sound even more precious and special than they imagined “Phoenixes themselves don’t tend to mingle even with the fae, though they do reside in this realm, so seeing an egg of one is a rarity in and of itself. To try and put it in perspective for you, to my knowledge, none of the Courts, not even the Court of the Wild had witnessed a phoenix egg in its recorded history.” for sounding so clear-cut, that reply made things even more confusing, with what little they knew, and there was a tightness in Auron’s expression, a carefully monitored focus in his gaze that stilled Rook’s tongue about the egg’s origins.

“But it looks like a stone. Honest, if it was out in the open, I’d think it was a regular rock.” the choice to question the egg’s looks was kind of a funny one, hoping to both sate their curiosity, and ease whatever bad memory or thought Auron had.

“That is... natural. Phoenix eggs are meant to be camouflaged, dear Rook. Considering how they hatch, they need not be covered by the warmth of a brooding mother.” he continued educating them in a genuine tone of voice, and Rook felt the smile tug on their lips.

“Are you absolutely sure this is an egg, and not a random rock though?” it was a weak attempt at catching the Fae Lord off-guard.

But based on the baffled and almost offended look on Auron’s face, they succeeded. He must have noticed the mischief in their eyes though, because he heaved a little, though quite suffering sigh.

“Rook dear, such teasings of yours are a rather risky gamble, and you are infinitely fortunate to find yourself within my good graces, so that I may entertain them, instead of mete out appropriate punishment for such words and actions towards the very Lord of this Court.” he tried to retain his proper, lordly presence, but there was matching mirth in his gaze, whether at the human’s daring, or due to something else, even as he gave the warning.

Not that said warning waned any of Rook’s curiosity. Insatiable, that was.

“Am I... Will anything happen if I touch it? Should I stay clear of it?” the fleeting wonder that touched Auron’s eyes gave Rook some hope, though they weren’t sure for what exactly.

“That is the one thing I cannot control within my Court. The phoenix within the egg is the only judge, jury, and executioner of its will when it comes to being touched by someone.” there was laughter within his voice, as though his choice of words was somehow an amusing one, instead of sounding like a veiled threat.

However, they had a feeling by then that Auron would not prompt them to do something that wasn’t at least harmless to them, if not positive. Whether it was for his entertainment, or otherwise.

“Can you tell me what phoenixes are like?” the desire to measure if they should touch the egg was overwhelming, despite the parallel measure of trust they had in Auron.

“Phoenixes are the most... ethereal creatures in all the realms. They are the embodiments of truth as the fae themselves should strive to see them, the paragons of honesty, even with the pitfalls of it. Their fire is the hottest and coldest you could imagine, burning one to their very soul, and unharmed by water or lack of air. No magic in the realms can hope to make a dent in them, though anyone who would consider attacking a phoenix should count the seconds left of their life. There is no known thing, magical, living, dead, or otherwise in existence that could reach them and cause damage to them through their flames.” his eyes almost shimmered with unmistakable nostalgia as his gaze shifted from the egg under the water to the mountains visible far away through the opening in the wall.

“If that’s so, then how come you have an egg, Auron?” once more, a blunt, almost thoughtless question to pass their lips, but the raw curiosity still sought answers, and Auron had the opportunity to answer them.

Instead of regarding them, his attention returned to the egg, walking over with purpose, before reaching out, and placing a hand on the top of it, his touch bringing a deep, maroon red colour to it, before the obsidian black returned. His brows knit together for a moment, concern etched in his features as he regarded the egg itself.

“I... I used to have a phoenix. A companion of mine, if you will. Most Fae Lords do have one. This egg belongs to my phoenix, and so I shall keep it safe and hidden as long as it is necessary.” he shielded the truth under layers again, Rook was certain of it, for each claim related to the egg and the phoenix could have multiple meanings, not that Rook would attempt to parse it right now, not when it was clearly bringing up something painful in Auron as he removed his hand.

“Wait, is the egg in danger or something?” the follow up was rushed out, their heart jumping a little at the idea that a somewhat helpless egg would be at risk. They had heard enough of what humans could do to nature when it came to rare creatures.

“It would be, but the will of the phoenix within the egg supersedes any and all force, magic, will, or Court in any of the realms.” another claim that told stories, and so did the echoing pain in his eyes as he looked at them, the sense of him wanting them to ask no more clear.

“W-well, that’s good then, right? It can stay safe here.” they confirmed, and Auron’s shoulders dropped just a little bit, a tension they didn’t realize he had ebbing from them.

“Yes. I can provide no better protection than I already do.” he confirmed, almost surprised as Rook approached the egg once again, and placed a hand atop it, the same place Auron had moments before.

The world disappeared from their senses as memory after memory dug its way out of their subconscious, their mind desperately looking for comparison to this all-encompassing warmth that spread from their palm meeting the egg’s surface. The feeling of hot soup warming their body to help fuel the battle against an illness burning them up. The warmth of a mug of hot chocolate spreading from their hands and soon to be consumed just the same to warm their insides against the cold. The sunlight upon a spring day stealing the chill from the air with the promise of the new cycle of nature. Even the summer sun bearing down on the world, where people would seek shade from the heat. The embrace of a loved one that soothed and warmed the soul and the body. The way a pet would seek warmth from them and share it in turn. Even the happiness and its warmth upon seeing something pretty, interesting, or even merely curious in the world. Each and every moment fought for attention, for it to be claimed as the true parallel to match the feeling left behind by the phoenix egg’s warmth.

In the end, there was something suspiciously like hope wriggling in their chest that appeared as the only correct feeling echoing the warmth.

“Is everything alright, dear Rook?” the words broke through the maze of their mind as it tried to make sense of the magic the egg used to search them.

They almost jerked away from the egg, the turmoil of emotions and memories stopping them from meeting Auron’s eyes right away. Not in the least, his tone conveyed concern that just warmed their chest on top of what the egg’s magic brought about. This lingering tingle on their hand was distracting, but they managed to force a reply through the lack of focus.

“Y-yes! It’s just... the egg was so warm...” they trailed off, finally glancing at the fae Lord, noticing the wonder in his gaze, open and filled with something Rook could not name.

“That was to be expected, dear Rook. The only thing that could rival the heat of a phoenix’s flame is likely the sun itself.” giving them a moment to gather themself, he motioned for Rook to follow him to the far end of the pool overlooking his domain “I’m not going to ask about what happened.” a meaningful glance over his shoulder at the egg, then back at Rook “I am, however, giving you the opportunity to ask more questions. You must have more up your sleeve to satiate your bottomless curiosity.” one of the first questions that popped into their mind was to ask if their reaction to the phoenix egg was the reason he opened up the floor for them, or something else.

However, as it was said by folks wiser than Rook in years past: Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

“That’s... true. However, the first one is if you were willing to answer ones about yourself?” they had to check, just to be sure. This... this extended time spent with Auron was something they wanted to ensure didn’t end in a bittersweet night of slumber. The rapport built between them had them believe that Auron didn’t really wish them ill, merely followed the rules of engagement to ensure both of their safety, in a sense. Even if Rook was definitely much more squishy and in danger when it came to the Fae Realm.

“That solely depends on what you wish to ask about me. I am amenable to answering some of your queries, I suppose.” he leaned against the edge of the pool, propping one his elbows up to lean his head on his palm, looking at them with something that was almost... a warmth as inviting as the magic that surrounded them. The robes still hung in the water as though the liquid didn’t affect them at all, which was all the more noticeable as Auron’s hair being let down meant that some of the ends were floating in the water.

“Aren’t robes meant to be floating in water, Auron?” for all intents and purposes that was so not the question they had in mind, but finally this curiosity had to be sated, even at the cost of possibly another question.

“Oh...” the laugh was short, soft, genuine, and the heat that bloomed in Rook’s cheeks was unmistakably present, though hopefully considered a result of the warm water. Then again, they looked at Auron with open wonder, while he regarded them with a returning fondness, clearing his throat to give a proper reply “It has truly been quite a while since I’ve been this... entertained, I would say. However, I cannot deny, your question is innocent and easy to answer, so it would be rather unbecoming of me to deny you the knowledge. These robes do not float, as they are created by some of the merfolk residing in the Seelie domain, specifically the Court of Secrets. They know what needs to be utilized for this to be so, as clothing floating in the water would be a hinderance to them. No combination of magic could grant this comfort and stability while the fabric is submerged. These robes are rare in their own right, and rather pricey to acquire.” ah, that last bit showed just a bit self-satisfaction.

“So, that’s why you have enough for a small pool party.” Rook questioned, and Auron scoffed, even if it lacked the edge of true annoyance.

“There is no power in all the realms that would make me provide the space and the outfits for a party within this pool. I wish to keep the egg safe, and a crowd is anything but that.” if they thought he looked displeased when asked about the Seelie Courts, now he was downright disgusted by the concept of many others sharing this space “I obtained them, because I desired to have them. There is nothing more to it. The perks of being a Lord in either Seelie or Unseelie domains.” he shook his head a little, awaiting their next question with something stuck between the disinterest he tried to convey, and the feelings he forced down and away from the surface.

“You know a lot of both Seelie and Unseelie fae, Auron. I-I mean, perhaps it’s not a strange-”

“The Lords know both domains rather well and there are events during which the two sides of the same coin that are the fae mingle without bloodshed. Our ancient laws tie our hands to ensure those same rites are maintained as in the olden days before our time.” Even if he spoke in riddles, that was a lot of details to just drop on Rook when they were trying to find lighter topics, despite their need to know things.

“Wa-wait, waitwait, wait, ‘before our time’? Before your time? But the fae are eternal, aren’t they?” the implications were rewriting so much of what the human thought they’d known of the Fae Realm, never mention that apparently the Seelie and Unseelie fae were more closely acquainted than mortal texts presumed them to be. Then again, most of those didn’t wind up with the human in them being asked to wander the different Courts for certain things.

“Eternity is based on your human perception of time, dear Rook. Your decades are lifetimes to you, but to us, your multiple lifetimes may equal those same decades in length. It’s all a matter of perspective, and as such, our pasts can fade into obscurity much like yours can. We know the laws enshrined into our very magic, and the magic governing the lands, and we know the rites by our souls, not by any direct studies. It is not by choice, and not by willingness, but by knowledge that denying these rites can destabilize us, and endanger us. It is few and far between that one would break the law set in stone, or one would be challenged in their magic by the law of the ancient magic permeating this land.” the sigh that followed that sentence was weary, coming from the core of his bones and his soul, a tired sound, not of the conversation though, but tired of existence itself in some way.

“I... see... I, uh... this question might a little too personal...” they tried to gather their thoughts, deciding to shift the conversation to try and not bring Auron’s mood down further, not that they had trust in their success “If you think this is something that a human shouldn’t stick their nose into, I completely understand, and prematurely apologize for it. Just to be sure.” one eyebrow rose in a question of Auron’s own with how long they prefaced something he likely presumed to be a simple question, despite how complicated the previous one got “You know that I haven’t seen anyone in your Court, right? I understand that it’s under your control and all, but do you have like... friends? Family? Because this castle seems pretty lonely without others occupying the spaces. Hell, even just guards— sorry, sorry, I just... it just looks... lonely, is all.” his look grew harder and harder with each bit of their ramble, but not angry, no, as if he tried to see to the depths of Rook’s soul and find an answer of his own, not that Rook knew the question he’d ask.

“Humans and their damned intuition. Nothing gets past them...” even as he shifted in the water, the sound couldn’t drown out his mumbled complaint which the room also amplified, but Rook stayed quiet, waiting for the rest of his reply, if it were to come “I have family and allies, yes, though there is no overlap between the two. Being a Fae Lord does not grant one the luxury of the companionship you’d refer to as friendship. Not even amongst the Seelie, who are rather well-known backstabbers in their own right, preferring poisons and other parties to be used as the method of battle. The Unseelie, at the very least, attack up front, their stabs aimed blade to blade, right at the vital organs. The Unseelie Courts are direct and alliances are tenuous at best, as no sane Lord would allow mere nobles around themselves without the certainty of being able to eliminate them. Once the needs are met, the alliances tend to snap immediately.” the fact that he answered, and did so in such detail was somehow touching and concerning. There was no doubt in their mind that he spoke no lies of either domain. If not for else, the clear memories flitting to the forefront of his mind showed in his gaze. He could have denied them the answer. Stopped at the first half. Anything to avoid digging deeper, and yet he did.

“Tha-” they cut themself off with a quick shake of their head, bringing a small smile to Auron’s lips “You have been most gracious to answer my query so thoroughly.” despite the information he shared, Auron’s whole posture was relaxed at their gratitude.

“You have merely asked a question, dear Rook. I merely chose to-” risking being rude, Rook interrupted.

“There was nothing stopping you from not answering it. You are the Lord of this domain. All within obey your orders. Demanding my silence would have been of no effort, right?” by all metrics, that was a challenge by Rook, but Auron waved them off with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I admire your boldness, dear Rook, but be aware of limiting it under certain circumstances. It would be unfortunate, if the sharpness of your mind and tongue were to be tested on someone else.” the walls were back up, that much was clear to see. While they hated that fact, it was somewhat of a signal that Auron’s willingness to share, time and space and information all included, was at an end.

“I will endeavour to keep myself safe, Auron.” trying to find a way to ask for sleep at this juncture did bring awkwardness, however, it was easy to fight it down “May I be permitted to rest now? You’ve ensured I don’t go hungry, and ensured I am not bringing unnecessary filth into your home.” the underlying meaning to permit Auron some time to rest as well instead of playing host for a human was left unsaid, for the better.

The blue lights flared up greatly as they exited the pool and they faded away, both their robes bone dry, the water only clinging to their skin. Glancing back, the water stilled unnaturally fast, shielding the egg within the pool from view. Changing back was quick, having to only dry their own body, and they met Auron as he stepped out as well, just finishing up the last button on the top layer of his outfit, donning his jacket.

“I shall show you to your room then, dear Rook. It had been a rather long day for you, I suppose, and it is best you are granted the sleep you need.” if they were a little hurt at how he distanced himself, they managed to not show it, following him out onto the corridors again, giving one last look at the bath and the phoenix egg they could no longer see, before rushing to catch up with the Lord who appeared to be rushing far more than any of the short times they have spent following him.

He caught himself in a bit, as there was no way to miss the way his steps slowed in frequency, and they caught his glance back at them. They managed a reassuring smile themself, unsure of what hastened his steps like that. They soon stopped at a significantly smaller black door, the silver decorations distinctly like roses, before Auron opened it for them.

“This shall be your room for the night, dear Rook. A rest well-earned. I hope you shall have a relaxing sleep.” he allowed them to have a look around, quickly assessing the cold, obsidian room, with all its luxuries, before they turned to Auron. He looked somewhat conflicted, but his focus was on them and their reactions.

“See you... when I’ve slept then?” they asked with a small, lopsided smile. Calling their sleep to end in a morning sounded silly when the starry skies were motionless ever since they’ve first laid eyes on them.

“I believe so. Goodnight, dear Rook.” with a slight nod of his head, he bid them his goodbye confident in the time of day, then he left the room, shutting the door silently behind him.

They couldn’t even find it in themself to complain about the loneliness of the space, the window looking outside granting the view of the forests and mountains once again. The sheets were soft, and in its simplicity, the room was luxurious, but they had no presence to appreciate it for that. Even as they settled in for sleep, the warmth under the cover embraced them, alongside a soothing sensation brushing over their senses. That was probably some innate magic of the Court itself, if they were honest, even though it did little to help, until some noises from the outside started filtering in.

Sleep was still difficult to find, but not impossible. Too many things happened in a short amount of time, and yet the way Auron was acting towards them was occupied their mind the most.

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Bright, so bright. There were forms in that light, but it was impossible to make out, vision blurry, their body numb and unresponsive. The sound of scratching reached their mind, like pen on paper, just sharper. Like quill? They tried to figure out what it was, that someone was writing. Barely, they shifted their head towards the sound, to see what was happening, and there was someone hunched over a desk...

Yes, that was definitely someone writing. Even with the light so impenetrably bright, impossible to see through, but somehow not burning their eyes, just limiting their vision.

When the scratching noise stopped, some shuffling sounded, before the one at the desk stood up, their long, red hair reminding Rook of only one person they’d met.

Auron came to mind, though there was no way to confirm.

Even within the brightness, the intensity of the light increased, the burning flash recognized, but causing no pain upon witnessing it. However, that excess light soon faded, and the form had a sword in their hand. Without a glance their way, the form disappeared into the light.

While there was still darkness around them, at the very least Rook woke up feeling rested. They climbed out of bed and stretched, walking to the window to take in the world once more. The Fae Realm, Unseelie Domain, Court of Desires. They recited their location in their mind with a calm they shouldn’t have felt, but accepted it nonetheless. There was something different though. Placing their hands on the windowsill, they narrowed their eyes at the sky, specifically where the mountains and forests met the bottom of the sky itself that was suspiciously not the same canvas of near-black blue shade, but... was that a hint of purple? It looked like it. And several long blinks did nothing to clear away that apparent splash of colour.

Unwilling to accept that it was as such, Rook shook their head, coming to the conclusion that the early morning was having their imagination running wild. Glancing down at the mirrored floor, they saw their reflection waving at them, before pointing to the door, walking ahead of them to it. They even mimed opening the door for them, but the mirror image wouldn’t budge, until Rook placed their hand on the handle and opened it on their side. Then their mirror copy ran ahead, just 3 steps, to guide them down the corridor. They suspected that once more, they knew where Auron was, and was taking them to him, while keeping track of Rook themself, looking down through the smooth floor separating them.

Their path led them to the first study they were in, finding the Lord of Desires seated there, with a cup of hot drink in front of him, and opposite him as well, the armchair awaiting Rook’s presence. On two small plates, cut impeccably, was a slice of cake, one for Auron and one for them.

“Good morning, Auron.” they greeted, though the time of day was still, very likely, night.

“I hope you have rested well, dear Rook. Have a seat, if you would.” there was an undeniable warmth to his tone, something they couldn’t have expected with how they left off the previous day. Could Auron have concluded that his attitude after the time shared in the bath was something to be corrected?

“I have, than-” cutting themself off, they glared at the Fae Lord with little bite behind the look “Your interest is most welcome, my rest was more than adequate.” they pressed out through teeth clenched with nerves, not anger. His attitude itself, however, wasn’t a curiosity that would be satiated, Rook would just take the good nature for what it was. Gift horses and their mouths, as it were.

As they did take the offered seat, they realized that the cake was awfully familiar. That was the same sweet they brought over just yesterday.

“Good, that is a relief to hear then. Please, have some tea and cake while I explain your next task.” he leaned back in his seat, waiting for confirmation, and there was now absolutely no doubt in Rook’s mind that whatever tripped him up the night before, causing him to shut down was either handled, or actively being ignored.

Perhaps he realized that too much of a negative feedback loop would discourage Rook, rather than encourage them. They dug into the cake with interest, knowing what they knew of Alphonse’s reluctance to part with it. It was definitely good. a little on the overly sweet side to their taste. They hummed in delight though. Auron was watching them, that same wonder showing on his face, before Rook spoke up, once they swallowed that first bite.

“Well, let’s hear the task then.” they urged, the Fae Lord taking a moment, before saying something so outlandish, Rook’s brain shorted out.

“Or you could just stay in my Court and reap its rewards...” the words lacked the edge that came with the sharp mind Auron clearly had. Their jaw might as well have dropped to the floor at how direct this suggestion was, and had to pull the cup hurriedly to their lips, before they said anything incriminating or by any chance, voice an agreement that could entrap them within the Fae Realm for eternity. If the slightly bitter tea burned their tongue, they never felt it as their mind raced with all ideas of how things would wind up in various scenarios. Clearing their throat and setting the cup down just a little harder than intended, they looked him in the eye.

“I-khm, I appreciate the idea, Auron, but I was under the impression that these tasks needed to be completed. It would be awfully rude, and probably against our deal to try and skip finishing them.” they lifted their arm to present the very mark Auron gave them “Plus, I’m on a roll with how easy the first task got completed.” that was an understatement with everything that happened, but maybe if they projected this confidence, they’d actually start feeling it sooner rather than later, and the small smile their answer garnered sparked a hope of some kind in their soul.

“You are correct, dear Rook, it was merely... a passing thought. The tasks I have picked for you need to be completed and trying to change the terms I have set with your agreement would be unfair, I suppose.” he lifted his cup for a sip, allowing a little silence, and time for Rook to have another bite “Your next task will take you to the Court of the Wild. Perhaps your mishap will be to your advantage when it comes to approaching Seth in his own domain this time around. The Fae Wilds, as you are aware, are home to many a creature now, and your goal is to bring back the one he favours the most.” the simplicity with which he said that was to be admired.

Rook’s whole body froze as the memory of Seth’s quiet, seething, warning rage struck their senses, a subdued feeling as he was waiting for them to make their case at the time. Now Auron wanted to send them in to retrieve-

“You are telling me I have to bring a living thing over here? Something alive, from the Court of the Wild? That— I thought you weren’t trying to kill me here?” their fork clattered on the plate as they set their hand down, their grip tightening on the utensil.

“Why would you think that would kill you, dear Rook? I told you, and Seth himself should be aware that debts are to be paid. Bringing a beast should be of no trouble.” how easy it was for him to state that, as if he didn’t know just how viciously protective the Lord of the Wild was, or maybe because Auron was keenly aware of that.

For all that it was worth, Rook sensed that Auron himself had a very distinct idea as to what sort of beast he expected to be accompanying Rook upon successfully completing this task. Forcing their hold on the fork to relax, the human heaved a deep breath, releasing it in an attempt to calm themself.

“I’ll see what I can retrieve, though I hope you are not expecting a dragon or something like that to be following me from the Wild to here.” they couldn’t help griping, meeting Auron’s eyes, his expression carefully schooled into a mildly amused look.

“You’ve no need for concern, dear Rook. I am not giving a challenge that is insurmountable, I promised you that. Could they, perhaps, require some finesse? Certainly. But you have jumped that first hurdle of obtaining this cake from the Court of Delights, why would gaining a beast from the Wild be so impossible?” if they looked appalled, they couldn’t control it.

“You’ve not see him before! When the mere idea of-of something he favoured was just-damn, even mentioned, he was ready to cut me down, I’m sure of it!” Auron shook his head at their little outburst.

“He wouldn’t cut you down. There are far too many beasts in the Wild for him to need to even lift a finger.” their jaw clenched then, disbelieving just how he just brushed off their concern, and made it clear that Rook was far too vulnerable.

“That doesn’t help me feeling threatened, Auron!” the protest broke out, bordering on actual yelling, but Auron was unperturbed.

“I have faith in your ability to manage this, just like how you managed obtaining a cake from a far more capricious Lord.” that struck them silent, realizing that Alphonse’s willingness was strictly based on their Sweetheart being there, and making the decision to aid Rook. Seth’s presence perhaps sped it up as well, but they’d need some luck at least to find such a solution within the Court of the Wild, if said human was still in the Court of Delights.

Their gaze was drawn outside again, as they took another bite of the cake, the purple tinting the bottom of the sky like the suggestion of a sunrise peeking over the horizon still there. Present, taunting them with the confusion it brought. At this point, it couldn’t have been a hallucination. The sky changed, and remained as such. A look back at Auron, and he made no comment on it.

To ease the tension they felt, they thought about trying to make some smalltalk. Auron made his point, and Rook voiced their concerns, so... there was still cake and tea left, and they would not depart without having cleared their plate, even if it was only a little bit left.

“What do you do while I’m... like, gone for a task? I suspect you didn’t spend the whole time sitting on your throne, bored, right?” having no interest in rushing their departure, the question came without much refining to it, but not as rude as it could have come out.

“I tend to my Court as necessary. Deal with those bound here, allow in and manage guests, whether I wanted them around or not, take challenges of nobles who vie for my position, plan upcoming events as well, and whatever else might be required to ensure my comfort in my Court.” that was clearly for more than his own comfort. Half of those things were for those that resided here, or came around to the Court of Desires, so maybe their comfort meant his own?

Like how Alphonse noted Rook’s hunger as something that he could sense.

They let his words be as they were, not challenging or questioning him on them, especially the bit where other fae try to take his position. That would explain the sword at his side. Finishing their tea, they took a deep breath, squaring their shoulders.

“Well, might as well set out to the Court of the Wild, right?” the question was rhetorical, the answer itself obvious enough for the both of them.

“You might as well, dear Rook. Also, this time, do not stray from the path. I would hope that your more fortunate detour previously didn’t encourage you to test the limits of the Fae Realm and its magic.” he smiled at them then, once more something unreadable flitting through his expression, but Rook chose to head out then, walking ahead as they realized Auron was... seeing them off, following behind them this time.

Almost radiating pride as Rook purposefully headed outside, barely realizing that somehow the main entrance to the palace was so much closer than they had ever experienced it before. Down the steps they went, and onto the smooth, stone-paved path. They considered looking back, but somehow just feeling the fae Lord’s gaze on them was enough, and the fear of breaking the magic, the illusion was too great as their heart hammered in their chest.

Focus, just focus. Get to the Court of the Wild, explain to Seth what was going on, try not to get killed for needing to take an actual living creature back to the Court of Desires, and return successfully.

Simple, right?

They crossed the Court while staying on the path, and swore they heard some skittering between the trees, even the ruffling of feathers, but nothing took flight, or poked their head out for them to see. Just little, barely present signs of life, that accompanied the teasing light of a sunrise that would never come.

When they reached another split in the path, they didn’t even hesitate to go for the road that was still just as familiar as before, though this time, that was the middle path. Once more, it reinforced that the Court of Desires literally tried to ensure Rook had a straight path to their destination.

They were back in the night of the Court of the Wild, the stars twinkling softly, the forest around them alive with the sound of critters and beasts of all shapes and sizes roaming in search of food. Then the path ended. It was the same, sure it was, as before, but the path didn’t lead them to Seth. It just... stopped. The trees closed enough as they would in a normal forest, giving some chance for the Moon’s light to peek through alongside the glimmer of the stars above, but it was just that... a night walk with no other light. They had to continue though, so they did, trying to stick to a straight line, as much as the trees allowed.

Then something darted at the edge of their already limited vision, and Rook froze, slowly inching their head to find the offending creature that spooked them so. Heart hammering in their chest, wild and violent against their already burdened ribcage, they saw the creature that stopped to be... a hare. Rabbit? A person? Definitely bigger than a rabbit... and even a hare, though they’ve only seen pictures of those before. Then the creature stood up on two feet, and the shape was suddenly more humanoid, smaller than Rook, but definitely standing on two legs. Belatedly, Rook realized the creature was looking at them in turn, frozen in place like them. The freeze response of a prey.

“H-Hello?” the greeting in the shape of a question tumbled from their lips almost unwillingly, not even sure if the being could reply at all, or will just dart away upon hearing their voice. No movement, before an ear twitched, catching a sound Rook could not hear “Uhm, can you talk?” that was likely the stupidest question they could come up with, but Rook still asked it, the humanoid shape urging their brain to approach with verbal cues, instead of considering the creature to be just another beast of the Wild.

There was a thump, accompanied by a loud, offended scoff “What kind of a question is that? Do I look like I’m one of those common beasts that could not communicate in a common tongue as yours?” despite not being able to see the creature clearly, he sounded adorable, and the little thump almost made Rook giggle.

Well, they had to choke the sound down with purpose, especially as they have apparently offended him.

“I’m-uh, I’m sorry? I’m not from around here, and I—” their apology was rudely, but cutely cut off as well, regardless of his tone.

“Obviously.” he huffed out, the visible motion suggesting he was looking them up and down “Ugh, you both look and smell human! Horrendous!” they could hear audible sniffling, and his posture tensed up “U-Unseelie? No. That cannot be. You— What are you doing here?! This is the Domain of the Seelie! You should have no business here!” his protest was harsh, and his leg thumped on the ground again, showing frustration and probably intended as a threat too.

“I need to get to the Seelie Courts, actually.” even if they intended to give a longer reply, it was lost as the creature protested.

“Ha! As if! Are you looking to harm someone? Steal something? Sow the seeds of discord otherwise within the bright peace of the Seelie? What other...” based on what Auron told them, that last question needed nobody sowing anything anywhere, but there was no way they’d risk a new rant from the creature before them by interrupting him and his current one.

Not like that, anyways.

“I’m sorry!” they pressed, raising their voice to speak over the ranting rabbit “Again, I’m sorry, but I need to reach the Court of the Wild, and the Lord of said Court as well. I need help, because there is no path to follow, that’s how I ended up here. In the woods. The path just disappeared.” they tried to explain, before lifting their hands up “I’m also unarmed! I-I mean, I have arms, but no weapons! I’m just an-uhm, errand-person, I guess!” they continued on, hoping to gain some semblance of pity or aid from this creature “I go by Rook. I mean, that is a name you could call me, if you so wish, other that using, well, human.” perhaps if they shared enough information and were polite enough, that could work.

“Ah, well, we are in the Court of the Wild, human Rook.” they hoped to hear that answer, after following the path, yet it still brought relief to know they haven’t lost their way quite that bad “At least in a part where I can spend time away from the rude mutts the Lord keeps. Blegh. Your rudeness to me shall be overlooked. In any case, while your choice of a name may be rather weird, you may refer to me as Finn!” he straightened up, and walked closer to Rook, and the they looked at him, before nodding their head in greeting.

“A fine pleasure to meet you, Finn. I realize this is a big ask, but without a path to follow, my way through the Wilds might be... risky. Would you be amenable to help me find the Lord, if at all possible?” to phrase it like so, they hoped that it would be lowering themself enough that Finn would provide the aid needed.

“Hmmm.... Hmmmmmmm!” as if considering the answer, he hummed a couple times, thinking hard, before nodding, long ears flopping with the movement “Certainly I may provide such aid to you, as you have asked so nicely. Though, fair warning, you must be fast on your own feet, human Rook, for I am the fastest rabbit and messenger of not just this Court, but most all of the Realm!” he puffed out his chest as he said that, making Rook smile fondly at him.

“I would be most grateful for your aid, Finn.” they agreed, and Finn darted off like he was being chased, forcing Rook to go from 0 to 100 in speed as well, while trying not to eat dirt from the roots and other obstacles that Finn swiftly dodged with an apparent and forewarned speed advantage.

“Come, come, human Rook! Quick, quick!” he rushed them, and Rook was getting winded by having to follow, and essentially run in a dark forest without breaking at the very least their ankles, if not their whole body.

If they lost sight of this rabbit-person, they'd never find their way back to the path.

“F-Finn! I—” voice breaking from needing to gasp in air “—I’d love to know more about you!” they rushed it out in a single, painful breath, hoping in vain that Finn would slow down to share more of himself.

His speed eased as he jumped up, a short, little thing, making Rook think he dodged something “Well! Being the fastest rabbit means a lot for me! Not just because it means I am the best, but also I often help Lords relay messages at top speed, regardless of the Court! Not that I like visiting the Unseelie Domain, but must is a must, and the rude mutts are rude mutts there too!” he laughed a little at that “I know the pains of running errands for the Lords, oh, I know it very well, and you wound up with the Unseelie at that! How unlucky! Don’t!” he gave them a quick, accusatory glance, despite the confusion that must have shown on their face “Rabbit feet are not lucky in this Realm! Don’t even think about it, human Rook!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” their protest was just as quick, and Finn nodded with a warning look.

“See to it that you don’t! I have been dodging the largest pack of rude mutts that are in this very Court, I will not allow some mere human to try and catch me!” one more confirmation from Rook that they would not seek to harm Finn was all it took, before he continued explaining his role and stories of his work with the Lords. Rook made sure to hum and comment when appropriate, so long as Finn’s speed remained manageable.

Almost unexpectedly they reached the edge of the treeline, a field of tall grass and various other plants, somehow looking much larger than the field they witnessed in the Court of Delights. Perhaps it was the night making it appear so, with the bright silver Moon smiling down at them accompanied by the myriad of stars that formed constellations no human knew of. The field, however, was barren of any creature, especially the Lord they sought.

“Huh... that is mighty weird. He is usually here. Especially now with the preparations.” Finn hummed, standing on his tiptoes as he looked around, before shrugging “Maybe he is hanging with the mutts? Oh, well—” his tail and ears twitched, and he looked back at them “Look, look, just stay here! He’ll come when he has the time, and this place is safe for you, okay? This field is safe! Just stay here, okay, human Rook? I have to go now!” he darted back between the trees before Rook could do more than open their mouth to speak at all.

When the quiet of nature returned, bugs chirping in the night, the wind rustling the leaves and the grass of the field with a gentle brush over it, Rook was left to ponder.

“So... now what?” looking around, the forest behind them, and far around them, the large field stretching almost flat ahead of them, they were left to consider what to do.

Heading further in, Rook decided to choose a nice spot, and plop down into the grass to wait. Seth should feel that there was an intruder in his Court, right? If this was the centre of it, then he would know it even faster.

“A most favoured being. How the hell am I going to make Seth accept that, after that whole fiasco with the cake? Their Sweetheart? If this won’t kill me, nothing will. I mean, it cannot possibly be their Sweetheart. Once again, Seth’s favourite being, right? It has to be a creature of the Wild... but it has to be a living being, and Seth is more likely to end me than hand me any being from his Court!” they groaned rubbing their face roughly.

Then the wind picked up. Sudden, and in wild gusts, Rook looked up as the wind was accompanied by a low flapping sound, heavy, but steady. Their brain, however, refused to process what they saw above them. It was a giant shadow, blotting out the stars and part of the Moon, giant wings being the things that flapped, and the night sky appeared and disappeared with each movement of them. Instinctively Rook started crawling backwards, fear locking their throat as the giant form landed on the grass surprisingly quietly. Once on the ground, Rook could identify it as a bug, a giant bug. Or insect, and just its sheer size, and presence, and Seth, the Lord of the Wild himself, not being present struck fear in Rook’s heart.

Perhaps they won’t even get to ask Seth a question, if this thing made them its dinner.

The scream of fear ripped from their throat, accompanied by a screech they couldn’t identify, and unwilling to look, probably a battle-cry of the beast before them. Unsure when, the screech stopped, but their repeated screaming didn’t. Then something poked their leg, and Rook flinched away, screaming again. A few touches later, Rook’s screams died down, hands leaving their protective spot on their head, and finally, they cracked an eye open to look at what was happening. The creature before them, now that they were so unbelievably close was a giant...

“Moth?” the creature chirped in answer, its size immense not only for looking like a moth. Easily twice their height though, the intended chirp did sound closer to a growl of a more ferocious beast, so Rook’s shiver was expected.

So was the flinching upon hearing it, and the chirp silenced abruptly, as though the moth realized it was the noise that scared the human now. The staring contest didn’t last long, one huge, fluffy leg raising up and towards Rook who braced themself, only to merely poke the human gently. In the shoulder, on the head, on the hand, on the leg, one after the other, the moth poked them, as if wanting to convey something.

Before another prodding touch could happen, Rook lifted their hand, reaching for the leg, and the moth stopped “Wait... are you... trying to get me... to pet you?” the leg they reached for waved a little at them, and they felt an expectant look directed at them, before the leg returned to being within reach of Rook.

An offering, a request, all of that.

The leg was soft. So much so that it was like petting a kitten perhaps, not a ginormous moth creature. Still, Rook found themself petting the moth more firmly, but just as carefully, only jumping a little when it made a chittering sound that was surprisingly high in pitch, before lying down on the ground. One of its giant blanket size of a wing shifted, opening space up for Rook, and its fluffy midsection was so inviting to see, especially with Seth still being nowhere to be found. They watched the beast for any kind of threat or their own movement spooking it. For all intents at purposes, a creature of this size could end them with a careless shift of its body, let alone do so on purpose. With light steps, they approached leaned against the thorax, sinking into the fluff, sitting on the ground as the wing shifted back...

The chittering of the massive moth faded to the background as the dark underwing that shielded the starry sky from their view came alive, like there was no moonlight, or natural light, let alone an artificial one, a mesmerizing display of an endless sea of stars and galaxies, impossible colours that they could only see in their dreams or in stories showing something that may have been beyond the night sky. It kept shifting, and in doing so, Rook’s focus was lost in the display, their mind unable to process the view.

A chittering sound, louder than before, brought them back, and they withdrew their hand that reached for the wing. They tested it on purpose this time, the chittering turning a little distressed as they reached their hand towards the wing again. They could feel the closeness, they could have touched the stars, but the moth that provided them comfort wished them not to. So they didn’t.

They settled down and waited, unintentionally drifting off into a nap.

The stars and galaxies followed them into their dream of weightlessness and floating amongst them. It was the most relaxing rest Rook had experienced in their life, and if they could, they would not have allowed alertness to return to them.

The choice was not given.

“Well, what do we have here now?” the now-familiar voice of Seth cut through any and all layers of their rest as their heavy eyes cracked open, seeing the large wing dull and shift from above them, revealing the starry sky, and one amused Fae Lord, with fortunately no human in tow “Now I feel left out, with how soft and warm that cuddle pile of yours is there, Rook.” that’s when they realized that they were fully surrounded by warmth, and finally looking around, there were all sorts of creatures all over and around them “They just cannot go a single day without being babied, that much is for sure. I wasn’t even away for a day.” he shook his head with a smile.

A fox at one side, with a rabbit on the other, a small deer’s head resting on their lap, while a couple birds nuzzled together on its back to rest. Something like a weasel having made its way to their neck and going almost boneless like a scarf, while a squirrel made a comfy spot on their head. A few animals they couldn’t identify, but were just as peacefully napping with them, as the rest, and a raccoon all cuddled up in their lap directly. Seth whistled, though it sounded to their ears like a failed attempt at it, but based on the reaction of the animals, it clearly was a known signal as they dispersed. They still made noises of protest, little growls and clearly annoyed chirps as they left, except for the raccoon, who just grabbed onto Rook firmly, before being pried off by Seth himself, and set on the ground.

“Your moth scared the actual soul out of me, Seth.” they griped, or at the very least tried to, though their voice was softened by the sleep and relaxation that hadn’t yet left their system.

“Couldn’t have been that bad, if you are here, cuddling him. Come, let’s get you up.” he held out a hand, and helped them up, giving Rook a chance to see that he was, in fact, more tense than he let on “Going to make a not-so-wild guess here, Rook. If you are here, that means you are on another task, right?” they brushed themself off, nodding with a heavy sigh.

“Yeah. I... well, this is going to be horrible based on our last meeting, but uh... shit, gotta say it, right?” Seth’s head tilted a little in question.

“Are you lost again? I’d really rather not-”

“No! Not at all! I needed to get to the Court of the Wild! Oh, that actually makes it sound worse.” arms crossing over his chest, Seth’s patience visibly thinned.

“What were you sent to get? Cannot be an easy one, if you are so cagey about it.” hearing him point it out somehow made things worse.

“Look. I’m trying here, okay? It’s not my fault that I’m supposed to bring back your favourite being!” the air froze at their exclamation, the breeze stopping, the birds and other critters all silencing as Seth’s very presence became a threat Rook really, honestly wished they could run from.

For that brief second of absolute horror, Rook could feel the danger of a Hunt bearing down on them like a sword to the throat or an arrow to the back, the primal urge to run overwhelming, but their body stuck due to their freeze reaction.

It was a deep, and measured breath that eased the Court back to normal, but the flint they had seen once before already in the Lord’s eyes was back, sharp, and dangerous, even if they had a better rapport.

“You are being sent on impossible missions it seems.” he shook his head “How can any of the Lords make anyone try and obtain a creature that I favour the most? I take care of all of them. Theirs too! I’m the Lord of the Wild, and I love all the creatures within my Court equally! I know all manners of beasts and how to—” he was working himself up, however, Rook chose to interrupt.

“It’s the Court of Desires.” Seth’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click “I-uh... I asked, so now I know. I mean, you did know before, right?” another suffering sigh.

“Even more reason why you should not be sent on a task like this. He knows my opinion on those in my Court, why would he—” Seth’s chances of finishing his thoughts were dwindling further, when the growling chatter of the raccoon he set down disturbed his rant.

Rook smiled down at the animal as it continued to chatter, the Fae Lord watching and listening carefully.

“Uh-huh. No, I know that.” more chatter from the raccoon “No, listen, just because—” the raccoon started up again “Let me just—” another interruption “Oh for— Rook, listen, if you were sent to find my favourite beast, you do realize that there is no answer.” the raccoon continued to likely explain something to Seth “Shush, I need to establish something.” he waved the animal off, and it huffed, displeased.

“I, uh, figured? I mean, you wouldn’t be Lord of the Wild, if you could truly favour one beast to another. But! I hope we are thinking the same here, since I’m alive, unharmed, and the previous cake was taken as the answer to the task, maybe you could just, you know, name a creature as your favourite for me to take? Who could check the facts for sure?” the tension eased from the Lord’s shoulders with a smile.

“Good, you were thinking with me then. There is a risk of that becoming a lie from you though.” while that was a reasonable concern, Rook waved him off.

“Not really. You said you love all of them the same, so any single one of them would be a correct answer to being your favourite.” they hoped Seth truly agreed with that thought “If it would be technically true, but seen as a lie by someone... well, I can lie. I’m human after all.” they laughed off their nerves, somehow completely certain that Auron knew exactly what he was expecting to see brought back to the Court of Desires.

The moth chittered, and Seth reached out to pet him immediately, the chittering picking up “So, you are willing to take a risk.” the raccoon pulling on Seth’s pants’ leg, getting his attention “Yeah... Fine, okay.” more growling and chatter “Listen, I just worry, okay? Yes, yes I know!” he groaned, before leaning down to pick up the raccoon “Fine, you little menace.” his attention turned to Rook again “Now, Rook, here’s the answer. The favourite creature to take is this singular raccoon. No other. Only this one.” he handed the animal over, who laid like a baby in their arms immediately “Just know that you can come back here, if things get... problematic over there, right? Just because I let you go through, doesn’t mean you aren’t welcome.” he rubbed the raccoon’s cheek a little, before looking back to Rook again “Take care of him, okay? He should be the right answer, according to him.” the human’s brows shot up in surprise.

“What? Wait, what is he even saying? I figured you could understand animals, bu—”

“It’s, well, it’s not important, Rook. Just go, return successful, and do sell well that he is my favourite, okay? Don’t let it be in doubt. You need to complete these tasks, to get what you need, right?” that was a nice way to try and urge Rook to just leave his Court, so the human yielded.

“Uh, will the way out be easier than the way in?” they asked, with a worried look.

“I'm here now, so yes. While I’m away, the Court derails folks so they cannot get around too easy. Sorry about that, I guess.” he shrugged, not in the least bit sorry about Rook getting lost “So, this is task number two, right? One more left? Or more than that?” he queried, a little curious.

“One more, yeah. We’ll see!” they laughed, hiding their nerves again.

“Take care then, Rook. Here’s to hoping you’ll find an easy solution to it just the same.” the good wish felt good to hear as they started down the now clear and familiar path that would take them out of the Court of the Wild, and back to the Court of Desires.

“Tha—shit... uh, your support was most appreciated, Seth! Maybe see you later!” they said their goodbye, the raccoon chattering to them incessantly, despite them not being able to understand him “Let’s go then, little fella. We have quite a walk ahead of us.” they reassured, their luggage secured in their arms, chatty as ever, as they ventured onto the dirt path once more.

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Okay, something was definitely changing here. No amount of cooing and cuddling the raccoon cosy in their arms could make them miss the even more prominent lighter shade at the bottom of the sky. That was no illusion, they were sure of it now. Sure, that purple-pink sunrise teased at the horizon, but the stars still shone just as prominent everywhere else. Over the raccoon making chattering and growling noises in an apparent one-sided conversation with them, they could also hear some sounds of nature. Scuttling in the grass at the very least, before the caw of a crow spooked them into almost dropping their precious cargo, who fortunately clung to them, so they could gather themself. There was definitely life in the forest now, quiet as it were. Small rustles here and there, up in the trees, down in bushes, but it was life. A little bit lively.

The raccoon in their arms silenced abruptly moments before a wolf, about the size of a horse, stepped out from between the bushes and crossed the path Rook was walking, their own body freezing up when they saw the glowing red eyes. A long moment of being assessed, and the wolf turned away, and continued on its way, ignoring them.

“Holy shit.” Rook muttered, their limbs having locked up in instinctive fear, their heart having skipped a beat or two, if the way it crashed against their ribs for a few of the following beats was anything to go by.

Once they were approaching the palace again, they had to stop and do a double-take. The onyx black of the crystalline structure looked very, very much not that black anymore. It was a striking difference, even with it only being marginally greyer, it stopped being a massive black monolith that rose towards the starry sky, and was more like an actual gem in and of itself, nestled as the Heart of the Court, for good reason.

The raccoon patted their cheek to try and get their attention with gentle, little, clawed paws, and they finally came back to the present, looking down at the chattering creature “I must be hallucinating, right?” they asked without expecting an answer in particular as they closed the distance to the palace.

Nope, they weren’t hallucinating. All the black mirror walls and floors held that same distinctly not-black-but-grey change in shade, that reminded them of a gemstone they hadn’t seen in ages. Hematite, or in their case, magnetite, considering how they were pulled back here due to their deal. A little smile tugged at their lips as they followed their mirror image who was also carrying the reflection of the raccoon to Auron again, to the throne room.

They allowed one of their hands to leave the cosy and chunky raccoon to push the now-familiar ornate door open, both wings obeying their request to enter just as silently as before. Their own reflection now followed their movement as they approached, cradling the creature. Auron sat on his throne, just as bored as the last time, looking like he had quite literally nothing better to do than be there, if it wasn’t for the interested gleam in his eyes, once more. Yet, something caught the human’s eye... Rook’s gaze flitted over to scan around the throne and the dais, the stark red against the newly-grey polished surface was impossible to miss, and as they got closer, those looked distinctly like flower petals.

Flowers? Here? They hadn’t seen a flower, especially not a red one, since they entered this Court, despite seeing quite a few red decorations in the palace itself. Even if those petals were actual flower petals, how were they to even ask about it? For all intents and purposes, Auron ruled his Court, and could very well have brought them in for dramatic effect, or made them himself, it wasn’t like Rook had any reason to be questioning this, right?

This time they stopped at the bottom of the dais, the raccoon showing no interest in letting go of them.

“Well, this lil’ guy appears to be the most favoured being in the Court of the Wild.” their voice was firm as they glanced down at the raccoon still lying on its back like a baby in their arms, before meeting Auron’s gaze.

“There’s no answer that would surprise me out of that Court. Good riddance it’s that one.” Auron looked bored out of his skull with the proceedings Rook was certain he was the one enforcing.

They also noticed his attention was on them, not on the raccoon, not even making a motion to request the animal be handed over. That is, until a shorter, blonde-haired fae showed up from the side, green eyes looking between Rook’s precious cargo and the Fae Lord.

“M-May I...?” he didn’t finish the question, before Auron nodded with an agreeing hum.

“Yeah, take the little escapologist. Wouldn’t do for all this trouble to go to waste.” he almost waved the question off as curiosity returned to his eyes, but Rook’s attention shifted to the other fae approaching them.

The raccoon immediately start wiggling a bit in their arms, reaching out towards the fae, who smiled brightly.

“Hey there, little pal! Nice to see you again!” his hands went under the animal’s armpits, and Rook tried to support the chubby bottom as long as it was necessary for the weight to be taken by the fae, who excused himself with a smile, though in quite a hurry, disappearing through a side door Rook still couldn’t quite make out the edges of.

That was a strange interaction to be had, especially with the weirdness that they just met another fae and did so in Auron’s Court of all places. Just handing over the raccoon and that’s it. Not to mention, it sounded like the animal was a returning visitor. Auron said ‘escapologist’, and the fae’s words showed familiarity as well.

Interesting.

“Is something wrong, dear Rook? You appear to be quite deep in thought.” Auron’s voice broke through their distraction with a firm tone gentled by the curiosity he himself appeared to have.

“Uh, I... It-It’s nothing, Auron, just...” they worried their bottom lip, not because they didn’t want to lie, but because they weren’t sure they had the right to ask about Auron’s subjects like that. They were a temporary fixture here, after all.

“Or you could just stay in my Court”

Those words came back with a vengeance, reminding them that something else was present, and it wasn’t just their undeniable enjoyment of their shared time with the Lord of Desires. Auron was willing to share things with them, and... well, the fae couldn’t lie, so even that offer, so casually mentioned had to have something behind it that Rook couldn’t clearly identify. So why not indulge both of them in a way, and ask to satiate their own desire for knowledge, and give the opportunity for the Fae Lord to be the one providing the answers?

“Fine, look, I’m curious, who was that fae?” they ended up asking, not able to leave this random new addition behind without a comment, their brows furrowed not in confusion of the situation, but their own turbulent mind leaving them little peace.

That couldn’t be a bad question, right? They had a right to know, at least a bit. Auron’s smile was a slow thing, satisfied with their seeking of answers. As if magic, which very well must have been it, the blonde fae returned, still holding the raccoon, though the animal was climbing up his shoulder, more or less successfully.

“Uhm, you wanted to see me, Sir?” without a word from Auron, he still was there, looking at the Fae Lord, having returned from the same side door he disappeared through.

“Not really me, not this time, I did give you leave, after all. My guest here wanted to meet you proper, instead of just the... handover. Dear Rook, meet Charlie. He is a fae in my service.” with the raccoon still struggling to find proper space to settle all four feet, Charlie was kind of forced to support the chubby butt with his hands, leaving him the only option to smile at Rook.

“Nice t-to meet you, Rook!” there were some nerves visible, not that Rook could figure out if it was because of them being human, or the chance that the raccoon would fall off with any more struggling.

His outfit, despite Auron’s claim of Charlie being in his service, didn’t look like an outfit matched to the Court of Desires. Comfortable, somewhat simple, and the colours seemed to be... neutral, if that made sense to even think. Maybe Auron was more lax in the whole clothing thing than he seemed to be for everything else. Far be it from Rook to mention that though. Especially as they couldn’t help a little laugh escaping as the animal kept trying to find proper foothold to settle on.

“Nice to meet you too, Charlie. So, am I right to guess that the little guy was ready to... well, return to you?” it wasn’t a complete shot in the dark, sure, but they weren’t certain if they were going to get a straightforward reply to it.

“Yeah... I mean... well, he is kind of a shared responsibility between me and Seth. A-And I know it must have been terrifying to ask him for a live being. I know how scary he can be, believe me. Depending on the situation, I-I mean you being human, that might be worse, actually. So, uh... I appreciate it. Bringing him here, I mean. Not that he couldn’t get here on his own, just— yeah, that.” Charlie trailed off awkwardly, smiling at them.

Rook had to wonder if his nerves were caused by Auron, or by Rook, once more. Though at a glance, the Fae Lord looked quite amused by the situation, so maybe it really was the human’s fault.

“Uh, a-anyways! See you later, Rook!” he ran off, escaping the situation fast, likely missing the amused huff of a laugh from Auron as he stood from the throne.

“I’m glad your success appears to be something of a foregone conclusion this time around as well. It truly must have been something of a nightmare on its own to ask the Lord of the Wild for a living creature.” he mused out loud as he walked over to them “He can be quite the formidable foe.” even as he said that, there was only experience behind his voice, no heat or concern.

Seth had been quite reasonable with Rook anyways, and they were more than a little grateful about that.

“Which is not something I needed to experience, fortunately.” Rook concluded with a sigh, unrealized tension ebbing from their shoulders.

“Fortunate, truly. I have not sent you out armed well enough to be capable of handling such a situation, even if you would have no problem managing it. However, with your success, why don’t you and I sit down and relax a little? A tea and some cake to ease the tensions, to close out this second task of yours? I’m sure the idea is not something you’d oppose after your journey.” while the offer sounded benign enough, that little smile playing on his lips held more mischief than Rook felt entirely comfortable with, even if this did look rather fetching on him.

Compared to his stoic looks, that is. It fit him as well, just was less of a welcoming expression by all means.

“That, and it would be nice to talk a bit more. I mean, it had been rather eventful in these past few... days? Yeah, since I slept they were kind of days, but anyways! It would be nice to sit down and talk. I mean... did you expect that I’d be bringing that raccoon?” they blurted out with a pointed look.

“While I’m glad you are accepting the invitation, dear Rook, it is rather presumptuous to believe I would stoop so low as to send you off with a vague request in hopes of causing you undue strife. You must also be aware, that the Court of the Wild houses likely hundreds of raccoons, who chose it as their home instead of the Mortal Realm.” he walked past Rook and motioned for them to follow once again, and the human caught up with him without hesitation “However, there must have been more interesting things to see in the Wild. That would be a good topic to start with, don’t you agree?” Auron guided the conversation away from what Rook considered to be a convenient not-lie that was still misleading them.

Or at least keeping them from having a clear picture before leaving.

Oh, well, crying over spilt milk. They were successful, and didn’t get hurt. And met a rabbit. And a moth. And—

“I mean, considering the path in it just decided to suddenly end without any other way to go than through the woods? Yeah, other than that, there were many other things to see.” they caught the surprise from the corner of their eyes.

“Well that’s quite—” his voice died in his throat for a second, the unmissable jerk in his form quickly smoothed over as whatever disturbed him passed “That is, indeed quite a start to your journey to one of the most precarious areas of the Fae Realm.” he finished his sentence, not commenting anything on what happened, as such making it so that Rook had no reason to ask if everything was alright.

It could have been a muscle spasm for all they knew.

Now that he was this close to them, they also noticed a very distinct smell around him, reminding them of the petals they’ve seen scattered about the throne and dais. Rose. He smelled like roses, or at least there was an echo of the aroma, and Rook really was in no position to think too deeply about that. Maybe he did summon flowers. Couldn’t really be coming from him, right?

Down the now-dark-grey corridors they went, their reflections sticking with them, as Auron took them to another study... or maybe it really was just a sitting room. A smaller ornate door was what he ended up opening, and it was leading into a smaller room. A large, bay-style window took up the area in an alcove, two comfortable armchairs present, and already placed on a small table were two steaming cups with tea, and two slices of cake. The room reflected the same thing they've noticed. The lighter shades instead of the onyx black, and the windows showed with stark clarity the purple bottom of the sky they noticed before. It was not their imagination. The room had less shelves and books, but that just made it more a spot of relaxation, at a second glance.

They didn’t wait for the offer of a seat, not with the knowledge and predetermined permission granted to them, and dropped into the armchair happily, noticing the muted chirps reaching past the glass panes of the bay window.

“So, regale me with the tale of your journey through the Fae Wilds.” Rook found themself not minding the request, nor the tone of it. It held no condescension, or they perhaps refused to hear it as the Fae Lord made himself comfortable to open the floor for the human to tell the story of their second task.

It was surprisingly easy to answer, not due to anything compelling them, but simply due to how... casual it felt to just talk. Auron nodded along with them, allowing them to speak, but not looking bored at all, if anything, some details clearly caught his interest. While he made no comment on it, their meeting with Finn was something of note, for one.

“...That moth! It was ginormous! And so soft! Did you know that moths are soft? I mean, the tiny moths humans have are kind of soft. But it was a giant! Me and like half of the critters in the Wild fit under just one of those wings! Well, after I stopped screaming, that is.” they cleared their throat, catching the mirth in Auron’s eyes “And the wings! It was like... like... like looking out into the stars on a clear night, deep, deep into the night, it was amazing! Like I could touch the stars! I uh... well, I had a nap, then.” just a little embarrassment surfaced upon saying that, knowing that in their rather precarious situation, their ability to still have a nap in the Court of the Wild, was quite the funny thing.

They were about to explain more about their talk with Seth and their way back, when Auron hummed.

“I’m pleased to hear you encountered one of those beasts in such circumstances. Not only did it appear in your presence, but without Seth there. That, in and of itself is a rare occurrence, dear Rook, but to be permitted not only to pet the creature, but be shown the vision of its wings is... well, you ought to know that most of the Fae Realm have not witnessed such a thing in their long lives. It is satisfying to know that you were gifted such an experience during your task.” Rook was quick to parse the important details from his speech, but there was no mistaking the matching pleased gleam in his gaze. He was not only content about their success, but the road to it, just the same.

Proud sounded almost like a more fitting word.

While they told the rest of the story, they noticed a few twitches of Auron’s expression. Something was bothering him, despite trying to dedicate his focus to Rook, it seemed.

The door slammed open with a loud bang, the crystalline walls ringing with an otherworldly echo that sounded like a discordant chime. Rook clutched their cup with one hand, the other on their heart, wide eyes looking to the doorway where another fae stood. Dressed elegantly, almost like enrobed in the night sky itself, lilac hair like the clouds, but the stormy grey eyes focused on Auron, before finding Rook, and something they couldn’t identify flinching in them, before he spoke up.

“Since when are you going around cavorting with filthy humans?” his voice was incensed right off the bat, and Rook felt frozen, chancing a glance at Auron, who radiated the kind of seething silence they would have expected of him while sitting on his throne and waiting for someone or something, not right now.

The switch was almost unreal, but not unexpected, if the familiarity of the wording was anything to go by.

“What I do and with whom is none of your concern. Though you are questioning me, with your frequenting of the Seelie Courts, I would think your knowledge on manners and propriety were more refined than to interrupt a private meeting between me and my guest, Faust.” Rook personally felt the chill down their spine as Auron’s voice measured out each word he spoke to the one who interrupted them. Briefly they wondered, if calling him by name was done for their benefit, or just came as natural, not that they could put much thought into it.

“Tch, you speak as if propriety was something of importance to you at any point, brother.” Faust bit back just as harshly, suddenly giving Rook at least a smidge of context to Auron’s claims from their previous conversation in the bath.

Brothers? Once more unsure of how the fairfolk operated, in human terms, they couldn’t look any different, if they actually tried. It would have been a funny observation, if the comfortable temperature of the room and the domain itself, if their guess was right, didn’t just drop several very noticeable degrees. Auron heaved a suffering sigh, before changing the direction of the talk.

“What brings you here, Faust. As you must be aware by now, I have a guest here.” he reiterated as he made a small motion towards Rook, who had some mental presence to raise their hand in a very careful wave towards the fae they now knew to be referred to as Faust. Not that they found any true interest, just concern flashing in those grey eyes.

“A guest? That’s what you call them? A guest? Is that why they have your mark on their wrist?” in sudden and very quick hindsight, waving at Faust turned out to be a rather ill-advised action. However, their voice was stuck in their throat from the nerves, uncertain where this interruption would go, and from seeing something akin to worry etch into Faust’s expression “They hardly qualify as one, if they are forced to stay until whatever deal they were foolish enough to strike with you concluded.” Rook glanced away for but a moment, noticing at that the peaceful night sky and its canvas of stars, even the suggestion of the sunrise at the horizon had disappeared in favour of what looked to be darkening, blood red clouds gathering.

“I believe your opinion has no bearing on how I conduct my deals within my Court. As such, striking one of those deals with a mortal is also of no consequence to you.” Auron’s tone was cool, much like the air seeping through the windows of the building storm outside.

“No bearing? No consequence?!” his voice rose, and for the first time Rook swore they witnessed magic visibly as something oppressive gathered around Faust, the stars on his outfit appearing to glow gold “Everything you’ve ever done struck back at me twice as hard! Even my mistake of gifting you something made of my power!” his voice rose “You are slaughtering fae nobility indiscriminately! Not like anyone could forget what got you here in the first place! And this thing here? Not even I shall wish they dare displease you! They may find themself run through for their trouble!” his voice was accompanied by a distant rumble that gave the window panes a subdued rattle, and for sure, there were the ominous clouds drenched in red hanging low in the sky, ready to unleash the deluge they withheld.

“Only a fool would raise a weapon against one they made a deal with. I have promised them their wish in exchange for a few, minute tasks that required completion.” he was shielding the exact nature of their pact, it seemed, hiding it behind as much vague phrasing as the binding of truth could be stretched.

“Ah, is that why Alphonse and Seth are already well-aware of them? Your simple tasks, for whatever reason, required someone else to tread the Seelie Courts in your stead?” Faust bit out, and Auron frowned, the thunder rumbling closer.

“Don’t phrase it as if I’m staying away from the Seelie Courts out of my own volition, Faust. We both know the difference between our circumstances.” and this time, the human felt they were the reason for this vagueness, like Auron was holding back a whole slew of arguments for the sake of not revealing it to them, or just not pulling them even further into this apparently familial argument.

“Of course. Sure, I can come and go as I please, even though—”

“Faust. You have overstayed your welcome.” the statement was blunt and matter of fact in tone “Your questions are of—”

“My questions? I didn’t come here with questions, I just came to see if the rumours of your latest victim were true.” he huffed “There’s no proof, after all, that they will not perish by your hand, the same way you slayed our own—” the rumbling thunder outside was getting louder, Rook would have found something amusing in how they constantly cut each-other off.

“They’ve done nothing worthy of harming them.” Auron’s declaration gave pause to Faust, for but a moment, and Rook needed to consider the many, many times in their short time of knowing Auron, that they’ve been rude to him. Not just by fae standards.

However, the fae didn’t lie. Which meant Auron didn’t merely forgive Rook’s indiscretions, he didn’t acknowledge them as such. Faust was quiet for a moment, before scoffing.

“How do the ancient magics tolerate your lies will be forever beyond me.”

“I don’t have the need for lies, Faust.” a quick glance at him revealed that there were... distinct thorns starting to poke through his hair. The stark difference between the dark green of those thorns was visible even in the changed lighting.

“Then they will turn out to be lies later. Do you honestly expect me to believe that your fancy will not strike you to harm this one? You can’t even stay your hand against your kin, what hope could a mere mortal have, huh? I don’t have to like them, or even find them appealing to know that your cruelty will definitely extend to their miserable life, and I cannot and will not stand by to watch you ruin them, just like everything else!” Rook felt both the magic or something like that echoing from Faust, but the rumbling of thunder outside was shaking the window panes more audibly now, and the air in their lungs felt stuck as their hands sought warmth from the cup between their fingers.

“The only thing I will ever admit to ruining is my own Court. Its failure and current state is the outcome of my decisions. Your Court? That was all you, and it would be prudent that you finally acknowledge that fact. I did what had to be done, and what nobody else was willing to do.” the tension was rolling off of Auron in waves.

“Ah, yes, your sacrifice for the greater good, right? What a shame that the very item, loyal and obedient to you, and able to reveal the truth to me, proving or disproving your words appears to be lost to time and space in the whole scrambling that happened when you used it to kill! How unbelievably convenient it is that it didn’t migrate with you to your new Court, right? So that I don’t have access to it!” his words were emphasized by the sudden crack of lightning and thunder outside, the harsh lighting creating harsher shadows inside, making Rook jump in their seat, and their hands clinging to the cup until their knuckles turned white, eyes wide as they froze up.

There was no rain to batter the windows, but the lightning and thunder continued, and alongside the lights flashing from this change in weather, so did something in Faust’s eyes, especially as Auron was virtually motionless in his chair. The suggestion of thorns in his hair was a veritable crown of thorns somehow growing out of his hair, all spikes pointing outwards.

“What’s the matter, brother? Does this human’s presence still your hand? Does it somehow also shut your mouth? Don’t you want them to know? Or maybe it’s just that you ran out of excuses?” he taunted, trying to press something out of Auron, whether it was a reaction or an answer, Rook wasn’t sure at this point, especially with his various claims that Rook themself was in danger because of Auron.

“Excuses are not required to defend against the uninformed, Faust.” he collected himself enough as he said that, his steely gaze meeting the other fae’s stormy eyes.

“You— How dare you claim that I, the Seer—”

“Former Seer, let me remind you. You’ve shut your eyes to the truth laid bare before them, and as such the Court attached to that title is no longer your own either, Faust. Now, it is high time for you to take your leave, your intrusion had taken enough time away from what little I have left in my guest’s company.” the warning was back in his voice, a second call to have the other fae cease his badgering.

“You’re one to talk about Courts and titles. So what, you managed to tame the Court of Desires. What nobody asked about this place is just what kind of desires are here? Nobody tamed this place before you. They tried, oh they tried, but maybe, this place was what you truly wanted? You had it good in the Seelie Courts, but it just didn’t fit you right, did it? This is better. Easier, right?” the rainless storm continued outside, and the tension in the air was heavy.

This was a last attempt at baiting Auron, as Faust’s voice was quieter once more, echoing a hurt that Rook couldn’t comprehend.

“This is the last time I’m saying this, Faust. You have overstayed your welcome. Depart, and return at a more opportune time. Until such a moment, fulfil your duties in the Court of Night.” if the lightning that continued was any indication, there was a threat hidden in the demand, despite Auron’s even voice, and disinclination of standing up.

Maybe if he stood up, there’d be...

“At this point, might as well. At the very least, your guest now knows you are a kinslayer they are forced to interact with.” he shot a look at Rook, something akin to concern in his eyes “It’s best they realize that the fae are just as dangerous as the humans were led to believe. Once you get tired of keeping up this veneer of... of kindness, they will get to see everything.” his last words rattled something in Rook’s soul, as he turned on his heels and left, his steps echoing in tandem with the rumbling thunder beyond the walls.

Were they getting too comfortable with Auron? With traversing the Fae Realm? Faust had known Auron for far longer than Rook did. For all intents and purposes, Rook couldn’t hold a candle to the experience and life these two have known each-other, and to boot, he pointedly kept calling Auron ‘brother’. Once more, the familial bonds were not something Rook was about to question, but it implied a closeness that was scary on its own. Whether it was actual blood ties, or just something different, Rook’s whole lifetime didn’t match up to what they could have gone through together.

They didn’t dare stand up, barely even dared to move, but their questions must have shown in their eyes, because Auron took a slow breath, before speaking. He was either ignoring his crown of thorns, or didn't realize its presence.

“That... was a wholly unpleasant experience. I do apologize that you had to take part in family matters.” while they liked to consider his apology, though stiff in tone, to be honest, Rook couldn’t help seeing alternative reasons for how Auron worded it.

What if it wasn’t the content, but Rook’s mere presence that prompted the apology? After all, Rook could have left, one way or another, since Faust never shut the door once he entered the room. What if Auron was—

“I... I don’t suppose you’re willing to shed some light on... what that was?” their tone was a quiet, prodding thing, trying to be a gentle touch, knowing they had no salve for the wound that had been opened up by the argument. They finally set their cup down, their hands loosening enough for it.

As they fully faced Auron now, they noticed the searching look. It wasn’t one of confusion, more like trying to put together the puzzle of Rook’s curiosity, without knowing what shape he was actually looking to complete. The uncertainty was clear, just as much as the fading maroon from the skies. So... it stood to reason that Auron’s mood dictated the sky at least on some level. It was interesting to see that the Courts were bound to their Lords to such an extent.

“As I’ve said, it was family business, dear Rook.” Auron deflected, and Rook wanted to groan or at least roll their eyes.

“That. Yes, you said that. Just... actual family?” it was a rude way to ask, but they really, really didn’t have it in them to play the game, hoping that Auron would still allow them to probe. He was clearly gathering himself for a reply to try and derail them and end this talk.

“Our relation is on the familial level in a manner that is matching to what mortals—” he began the roundabout talk, but Rook interrupted, their relatively quiet voice like a thunder of its own.

“What did you lose, Auron?” they weren’t sure how to ask it properly. Auron and Faust both lost something, more than one maybe, but kept it just vague enough that Rook had no way of asking the right question.

When he finally answered, Rook found themself with mounting frustration.

“My Court.” the words were banal, true in their barest of sense, but not out of malice.

Rook had to believe it wasn’t out malice. It was pain, it had to be. Auron had shared bad memories and negative information before. Never this... he was not this difficult before.

“That... Auron, what you two spoke about... that sounded like something different. A thing... not a place.” another gentle poking of something that could be a sleeping bear, or a wasps’ nest, if they were unlucky. They were only hoping that this was taken as them wanting to understand the Fae Lord.

They weren’t looking to harm Auron.

“It’s not— There’s no point in discussing it.” if he wanted them to drop it, he knew he had to be more direct than that.

“I’m not looking for a ‘point’, Auron. I’m trying to understand. You looked pained when he brought whatever it was up. I’m mortal, I know that, I haven’t had to live with my decisions as long as you did, but I know hard decisions need to be made in life.” they allowed that statement to hang between them, before trying again “What was it that he said you lost?” he searched their gaze again, as if judging their very soul without a word or proof, before finally answering.

“My weapon. My enchanted fae weapon. The enchantment on the sword would make it possible for its memories to be seen as proof of my actions. It could clear my name, that what I did was a necessary evil, not done out of a greed that I’ve been accused of.” still defending the details, Rook had to find a way to press more without shutting Auron down completely.

“So... you lost it then? When you had to make that decision?” probing into the nothingness of vague details was hard, but they had to try.

“That.... I suppose saying that is the most accurate, given the circumstances. Upon being forced to depart my previous Court, the weapon failed to accompany me. I choose to believe it disappeared due to what I have done, but not because I was wrong for doing it. Nobody had been able to find it, and therefore nobody had been able to verify the reason. It is, as Faust had said, lost to space and time.” he took in another deep breath, releasing a weary sigh, burdened by what all he shared “Anything else of interest, dear Rook?” perhaps Faust’s insistence on Auron lying and looking to harm them was what opened the gates of willingness that got the human the opportunity to ask the Lord of Desires so many things.

“Of course!” they tried to lighten the mood, and saw just a little bit of the earlier mirth return to Auron’s eyes “Which Court were you in before?” their tone was quieter again, more permissive, trying to convey that they leave space for denial of the reply.

“What did I expect...” he muttered as he shook his head, before answering “I used to rule the Court of Knowledge. My departure left the Court as a shell of its former glory, the knowledge stripped from it like predators strip the meat from the bone. The Knowledge that was my duty and honour to gather is still within my reach and under my control.” oh that was definitely pride tinting his words, even if he attempted to shrug it off a bit. With each question, they could see the thorns seemingly shrink, wither, disappear from view.

“What do you mean, Auron?” because it sounded like he literally ripped the heart out of the Court of Knowledge, and was proudly explaining it to them.

Somewhat proudly. Without shame was more accurate. He had no shame about it, as if it was expected, a foregone conclusion without a shadow of a doubt, that the heart of his previous Court would follow him even beyond the boundaries of the Seelie Courts.

“My Gardens hold the largest collection of knowledge in all the realms, dear Rook. I am the caretaker of it, the arbiter of what fits and what gets purged, and as such, my collection contains a vastness that not even the fae who visited it could truly fathom. It houses written history, diaries, stories, folktales, maybe even some forgotten kingdom's financial recordings, plenty of novels and studies, whether it be human or fae, for I have granted minor gifts for such offerings.” his eyes left theirs, looking out over the visible area of his domain, the ominous red storm clouds having faded back into a night sky, though the tint of sunrise didn’t touch it.

“Wait... you are no longer in the Court of Knowledge. You just... took the— how do you even take a collection of knowledge like that?” Rook didn’t dare label it a mere ‘library’, concerned that the human vernacular would offend, but it was exactly like that. Auron picked up a whole library, and moved to a new Court with it.

“I didn’t take it. The Gardens belong to me, as the caretaker, the nurturer. It left the Court of Knowledge not at my behest, but still due to my departure, having it demoted to the Court of the Moon, a painful switch to a dying husk. Frankly, the one forced into that Court should have been sent to another, but not even we have experience with a Court changing like this.” he shook his head, looking a little more relaxed, as if they shifted in topics enough to let himself accept it.

“What about Faust. You said he had to return to the Court of—”

“Night, yes.” Auron finished for them, somewhat obviously having expected the question after what transpired “He... he ruled the Court of Intuition.” short and to the point, and there was pain that flitted over his eyes before schooling his features. Perhaps even knowing or believing that Faust’s words were untrue didn’t change the blame he aimed at himself “I must request that you change the topic, dear Rook. Discussing another Fae Lord, even if you so desire, is not something I am willing to indulge in at the moment.” whether it was the argument or something else, Rook wasn’t going to press that specific issue.

“A-Actually...” their voice died in their throat a little, as the burning curiosity lashed at their mind just as ferociously as an inferno. However, Auron did just say he didn’t wish to speak of other Fae Lords... what if... of course they wanted to know what happened, to dig deeper, into the bottom of the anger and desperation they could see in Faust, and his own shielded and rather subdued reactions. As if he listened to these words a million times more than Faust possibly could say them “No, uh, I got nothing else to ask, Auron. I think I asked all that... mattered.” and if that lie didn’t strike Rook dead, nothing else would, and the failed wry smile somehow showed genuine appreciation that Rook couldn’t miss.

“Good then. I’m glad your curiosity was satiated after such a rude interruption to your tale of your task. The tea had been quite ruined, cooled down and likely soured for it. However, to make up for this... incident, would you be interested in seeing my Gardens? While it holds no fruit that could satiate hunger as it were, I have just detailed its wonders. That is, if you so desire. I would understand needing time to... process this definitely undesirable experience of third-wheeling to a verbal clash fuelled by familial resentment.” Rook almost admired his roundabout explanations at this point, even if it did sound like he was giving Rook every possible out they could ever need or want. It was touching that he had such concern for their well-being.

It somehow made even harder to imagine that Faust would be right about him. The fae were dangerous, yes. But Auron had given them two tasks which could be completed easily with a little bit of luck and a whole heap of honesty.

“Are you sure? I mean, are you sure you wish to... uh, not take your own time to process things?” they almost flinched at their own words, unsure as they were, because they did just question a Fae Lord about a decision he’d already voiced, still he smiled, a soft, gentle shift of his lips that eased them a bit more.

“I appreciate the concern, but I desire to spend more time in your company, dear Rook. My Gardens is merely a location which is most suitable for such an end.” the ease with which those words left him, had Rook’s face heat up.

Who were they to deny such an offer anyways? Their curiosity would have killed a whole clowder of cats at this point, if the satisfaction of their experiences didn’t bring them back as well.

“Lead the way then, Auron.” after all, there was no way they’d be able to find anything in this palace without his help... and without the help of their often misbehaving reflection.

As they left the sitting room, cold tea and cake abandoned, Rook realized that while the sky was still of a starry night, the crystalline building around them still retained the new dark grey shade, instead of the definitely-onyx black from their first arrival.

That was a curiosity that would not be satiated easily, nor would they attempt to do so directly. After all, one needed time to fully internalize first that a Fae Lord wanted to spend time with them.

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“Would it have been better, if I wasn’t there?” Rook found themself asking as their steps echoed down the winding hallways.

“Your presence or lack thereof would have changed little of that argument. Faust was trying to bait something I’m unwilling to engage him on. He would not have left in any worse for wear than he did.” he huffed at the nd, shaking his head more to himself “The affairs of the Unseelie, let alone that of my remaining familial bonds, should not be a matter for you to concern yourself with. Should you fail any task, the burdens of the Fae Lords, be it Seelie or Unseelie, are still not for mortals to endure. Were you to remain within this domain, it would still not become something to worry about, in any case.” again, the ease with which he suggested that Rook stayed, so casual, his tone warm in a way that was hard to put their finger on. As if Rook’s presence was a preference, not an issue for him to manage, if his hands were to be forced by the outcome of the challenges he placed before the human. If their heart fluttered a little at the suggestion of what he meant, they wouldn’t have the time to figure out if it was purely out of excitement, hope, or maybe misaligned fear of never seeing their home again.

After all, they have stopped before a set of ornate doors, hardly any different from the other ones they passed, camouflaged within the corridors they were traversing. Maybe, it having two wings to open up was the only distinction, but it was nowhere near as grand as the door to either the throne room, or the hall they had their meal in before.

Yet, at a gentle push, the doors both swung open for Auron, silent like a whisper, and within the room was...

“A forest?” that wasn’t a garden, not in any sense of the word, maybe Auron should have renamed it the ‘orchard’, because that’s what organized trees made, planted for a specific function, right?

“I suppose, It could be called that. Welcome to my Gardens, dear Rook.” Auron almost conceded to their choice of words, allowing them to enter before him, the ground under their feet firm, but decidedly not the reflective tiles they were now quite familiar with.

There was no path leading amongst the trees, just short grass, some varied plants sticking out, the trees themselves eerily familiar to the ones that spread across the width of the Court of Desires. Silver veins glowing faintly in their barks, and tall foliage covering the sky completely in a brand new and faux starry canvas of unfathomable constellations. Those same leaves that formed the sky then also provided the lighting, their numbers creating a ghostly soft glow in the area that managed to lack the fear that comes with a silent forest. Though they were struck with awe, steps stuttering to a stop to take in the view barely past the doorway, Auron gently took their hand and guided them to one of the nearest trees, having their palm touch the cool wood, the silver veins coming alive under their hand and outlining shapes that were not following the way the barks of trees were meant to be.

“Shelves?” the straight lines were organized, and indeed quite shelf-like, before their contents came to light the same way, as if they only made themselves known upon the request of physical contact, now outlining spines of books neatly organized and lined up, most of which Rook was wholly unable to read.

Could have been books in the fae language, or one of the many human ones Rook was unequipped to understand. Their hands brushed over them, feeling the differences of cloth covers of different kinds, paper, leather, the words sometimes embossed or engraved even, but glowing all the same.

“So this is a library? Your Gardens is a library?” Surely they didn’t want to call it that before, but now it became clear that it was just that.

That made it even more unbelievable that it somehow migrated with Auron.

“I’m uncertain what you expected, dear Rook. This is the only garden worth tending by hand and by will.” his voice held just a tinge of uncertainty, as if the human's question put into doubt their awe of the Gardens itself.

“So this is what you meant about the Court of Knowledge...” they trailed off, their hand moving over the spines of the books still, Auron having released them to explore to their liking.

“I was removed from my Court. The Heart of it, however, came with me. I didn’t force it, I didn’t do anything untoward that tipped the scales in my favour, dear Rook. You must understand, however, that the Gardens is mine. I made it, I organized it, I expanded it, tended to its needs and bent its wild aspects to my will time and time again. While I envy not the one who now is forced to manage the Court of the Moon, this is not something that I could or would return anyways.” there was no shame in his tone as he spoke of it all, the way the Gardens abandoned their home for him, claiming his mere presence as home with this.

How strange it was to consider a library a living thing, but being in the Fae Realm had Rook’s mind accept the peculiarities of magic with surprising ease.

“Shouldn’t the Court shift then? I-I mean, the name change and all, aren’t names powerful?” they watched as their hand left the tree, and the shelves and their contents faded back into appearing as mere bark.

“The Courts cannot shift, if those brought to them are unable to work with their shifting nature. Neither the Lord now ruling the Court of the Moon is capable of accepting the change and turning the Court to his will, nor the one in the Court of the Sun able to do the same. Though, I do understand the historically unprecedented circumstances they both were forced to face.” he laughed, though the sound held no joy for his own words “The Court of the Moon forced into stagnation as there is no way to try and replace the Gardens as it is still fine, while the Court of the Sun desperately looking for one who had the sight Faust possessed.” he shook his head, before looking out over the endless forest of knowledge he held “And there is no solution to this. I know there isn’t because there isn’t a book about it in here. Not even my will can create something that doesn’t exist, another bit of lost knowledge from the ages perhaps.” it was surreal to hear him talk about the existence of the fairfolk in a way that extended beyond the written word.

A history lost in a different yet ironically similar way to humans.

They still couldn’t help noticing that Auron was more relaxed since they entered the Gardens. As if the mere fact of being surrounded by the fruits of his labour soothed something inside him, even if it meant strife for another. The knowledge wasn’t lost, it simply moved with him.

The forest was endless, or at least it appeared so, and with understanding just how vast the information was that it contained, it may as well have been a separate realm on its own, at least in Rook’s opinion.

Looking between the trees, seeing some smaller bushes and some vines on random ones, they almost jumped as they heard a whistle, their head almost swivelling around to find if Auron was the one whistling, his gaze looking further in the distance. Like a cat, they found themself approaching him and looking the same way, before they heard the many, many sounds of feet hitting the ground, the grass crushed underneath, and then a few... barks and whines. For being in a forest, the sound travelled rather well.

There was no way.

“Auron? What is—?” their question died in their throat as a pack of wolves appeared between the trees, the same kind and size they witnessed on their path back to the palace, as big as horses.

It was a veritable stampede as they approached, a fully black one leading them, nipping at any tried to get ahead of it. They slowed down from galloping to a trot before stopping a few feet ahead of them, the black one sitting down and prompting the others to follow suit. Their coat patterns were all different, in a way that was entirely unlike the wolves Rook had seen before. Some of them were panting, but not the black one, attentive eyes moving from Auron to Rook then back to Auron, who walked over to pet a hand over the black snout, before petting the way up to scratch behind the beast’s ear.

“They don’t bite, dear Rook. Well, now they don’t bite. Should anyone trespass, they can expect more than a bite from the pack. I believe humans do enjoy the company of pets, and after the... incident, I thought you’d do well with the introduction of some members of my Court, even if they were four-legged. And this bunch here do enjoy being spoiled and pet, so it could be mutually beneficial.” his hand stayed on the black wolf’s head, while he held out the other for Rook, if they so chose.

Yet, he said they don’t bite. Their heart was hammering in their chest, the size of these wolves something hard to grasp, but still, they stepped up next to Auron, and reached out.

“Well, if you say they don’t bite...” they trailed off due to the nerves, watching like a hawk the curious, but unflinching eyes of the black wolf before them.

Compared to a dog, the fur on the snout almost felt sharp on their palm, maybe it was the shock of just touching the beast and not losing a hand. They couldn’t help shooting Auron a glance, their nerves unable to fully settle, however, he was merely smiling at them, and it was a smile of that same wonder they had witnessed before, encouraging them to continue without words. So they did, since he did claim the wolves liked being pet. Their hand slid up the wolf’s head, short, stubbly fur giving way to the start of the longer coat, and their breath hitched when the black wolf pushed its head into their palm more, clearly appreciating the affection.

Which was swiftly followed by the other wolves, 9 in total with the black one, to come up and try to explore the human they were shown. Like a pack of puppies, except all sized up to to such a ridiculous degree, they nudged, trying to lick, sniff, and get scritches in turn, tails wagging, and there were some whining. It was just completely fluffy and furry and Rook was covered in slobber in moments, not that they entirely minded. These giant wolves, barking and growling at each-other in order to reach Rook, were somehow avoiding hurting said human in the chaos.

“Pl-pfft, please, I just—” a huge tongue swiped across their face messily, interrupting them, making them sputter “—I just want to see you all!” they finally managed to almost shout out, and everything went quiet in a millisecond.

Opening their eyes, they saw the wolves all sitting respectfully, the black one closest to them, even bigger from their seated spot on the ground now. They were panting, still curious and interested, one of them even appeared to be tapping with its front feet, while another tried to step out, the black wolf quickly correcting the behaviour so they stayed in place. Yeah, 9 wolves sitting in front of them, all different coat patterns, waiting. And as they sat there, Rook only had one thought.

“I don’t have enough hands for all of you.” they grumbled, and some of the wolves started whining in turn, once more taking the black wolf up front snapping and growling at them to silence the complaints.

With such a look, in Auron’s Court, it was no wonder the black wolf led the pack. It’s fur was really as dark as the night, but there was a surprisingly rusty spot on its chest. Perhaps in was natural, perhaps something else caused it, but Rook reached out, and the wolf stepped closer to make it easier for them. As their fingers dug into the fur, they came to the conclusion that the discoloration was natural, the rough, dense coat truly built for a hunter that it clearly was. The surface layer was surprisingly cool in the Court’s air, but the deeper their fingers dug, the warmer and cosier it got. Their mouth formed a word...

“Shadow...” they hummed a little at how appropriate it felt. A black wolf that felt like they were touching shadows themselves.

Their relaxation was short-lived as the wolf’s body tensed up under their touch, and they looked up to see not only the black wolf, but all others tense, a nervous energy filling the air that they couldn’t comperehend. Then the black wolf tilted its head, looking down at Rook expectantly.

“Shadow?” they repeated, careful, almost a whisper. Sharp triangle ears twitched at it, before the wolf’s mouth opened and its tongue lolled out, like a smile, before licking Rook’s face again, knocking them over, clearly loving the name.

The wolf, Shadow, was relatively quickly finished with showing its appreciation, before sitting back, and that’s when Rook noticed how much excitement buzzed in all the wolves.

They wanted nicknames.

“Oh... oh god... dog na-names? Names?” Rook stuttered as they felt like they just got dropped from a relaxing, if overwhelming, petting zoo straight into an adoption centre.

But none of the others approached. They waited somewhat patiently, allowing Rook time to consider their next move. How to proceed, was a tough question, as Shadow was sitting in the middle, the remaining 8 split evenly on both sides. So, Rook decided to just... try.

Noticing a wolf with a really odd pattern of markings, the human made eye-contact and held out a hand.

“Spot?” they almost asked for acceptance of the name as they said it, and the wolf, front paws tapping excitedly, the regular wolf coat patterned with sandy spots of brown, like rosettes in a leopard, almost jumped over to them, excitedly licking their face while trying to ensure the optimal amount of pets was distributed over the large canine frame.

And so it went, them pointing to a wolf, and it approaching, expecting a name.

“Fido?” the pattern on the coat may have been regular, though tinted more black than brown, but it took a moment for the wolf to shuffle over, before dropping a stick as big as their arm into Rook’s lap.

“Huh?” they threw the stick, wondering if they really were just asked to play fetch with a wolf. They were. The wolf, now Fido, trotted off after the stick thrown carelessly, only to bring it back, drop it in Rook’s lap again, and proceed to lick their face all over again.

Shadow huffed, and Fido reluctantly returned to the line-up.

The next one was the largest, easily twice the bulk of Shadow, making the others seem almost like puppies. Its coat was a stained silver, the black ends of its fur creating an almost metallic look to it.

“Max.” because what else would they name a wolf that was large even amongst these giant beasts. A gentle giant that nuzzled their head carefully, licking more mindfully than the others before, and frankly, the softest by far.

As Max went back in line, it nudged another wolf who was laying down, alert, but trying to appear patient, excited to go and meet Rook properly.

“Buddy!” they greeted, this wolf acting the most dog-like, and having a surprisingly saturated brown coat. Their mistake was thinking that Buddy remembered just how big it was, otherwise they wouldn’t have had a truck crashing on their legs to ask for belly rubs, jumping back up with a whine as they cried out in pain.

Nothing was broken, but the licks were very apologetic, before another attempt was made, this time lying down next to Rook, for the requested belly rubs.

As though knowing it was their turn, a wolf with milky white eyes approached, its coat a shimmering silver, radiant compared to Max’s.

“Luna.” the name took no thought at all, and despite the eyes looking blind, clearly the nose was working just fine with how easily Rook’s face got licked, though that one returned to the others a bit quicker than the rest.

In the meantime, Shadow had to quietly quell one of the wolves multiple times, wanting to break out of line and get to the human. Finally, Shadow permitted the approach. Maybe it was so rebellious because it was also a mostly black wolf, but had a grey spot on the chest.

“You are a Rebel indeed. That should fit.” Rook laughed, or tried to, except, again, wolves and licking the human’s face made it impossible.

Shadow had to bark to catch the attention of a wolf that was sitting alert, but trying to not show itself to be interested. The approach was relaxed and mindful of that one, so well-mannered.

“Ace. You like that?” and the tail was wagging, a slow, almost shy motion, ears back just a little bit as the wolf licked their face as well, happy to get all the pets, before nudging its head on their shoulder in a pseudo-hug.

The final wolf was the smallest, and had a rusty coat, once again standing out from the others in a way, more like the fur of a bear than anything. Shadow had to snap out for a moment as this one tried to lie on Rook much the same way Buddy did, ending up plopping next to the human instead, showing its belly, tongue lolling out.

“Kujo it is then!” frankly, they only had maybe a handful more dog names in their back-pocket, and were glad to see that indeed that was all of them.

A pack of wolves.

“That’s you all done.” they declared, which turned into a mistake of its own as the pack ran Rook down again, looking for more pets and licking them all over, happy and content little yips and whines mixing together.

Still, Rook remained unharmed, even with the apparent fight for their affection from 9 huge wolves.

“Here I thought the storm caused quite the upset.” Auron’s voice broke through the messy puppy pile Rook was in, though he did nothing to save them from their fate and the endless love and affection the wolves were giving them.

“It clearly caused an upset, Auron. That’s why I called the pack.” a new voice spoke in turn, piquing Rook’s interest, not that they had a chance of escaping the mess they were in. Most effective fae trap ever “Look at them! They absolutely took a shine to the sweet mortal here! You’re welcome!” it was a feminine voice, lighter not just in tone, but even when Rook managed to get a glance in Auron’s direction, there was nobody next to him. The laughter from this new voice was like bells ringing in the wind, a gentle, warm chime of a sound.

“Indeed, I owe you my thanks, Trish, that was a good call.” there was a whistle again, and Rook was released from the pile under the wolves, unharmed, but almost dripping wolf slobber, an absolute mess “So, I take it they have been able to provide aid for you, dear Rook?” there was something thoroughly amused in Auron’s voice, even moreso than before, and upon finally being able to look at him, he was just a step away from actually laughing at them.

Not in mockery, no, it was a warmer expression, the fondness shining in his eyes.

“Yeah, they’ve done... really good!” Rook managed to climb to their feet, the slobber having some torn grass and dirt stick to them in a mess, and the air drying said spittle in a sticky mess “I mean, Shadow’s been making sure everyone was respectful and all...” they trailed off, as they finally saw that Auron was not alone indeed, a smaller form, glowing softly with a silver light flittering about.

Their mind supplied something they’ve read before, coming up with the description of a pixie.

“Shadow?” Auron’s voice was quiet, as if he didn’t hear them name the wolves, and upon saying it, the black wolf looked at him, at attention “That’s...” the wolf barked at him, a surprisingly sharp sound “Did you... did you end up naming them all?” Rook frankly couldn’t understand what was it about the question that somehow sounded much more important than they felt it was.

“I mean, they looked like they wanted it. Nicknames, that is! I probably can’t even pronounce fae names and all, so I gave them little nicknames to identify them for myself. And they seemed to like them! I mean...” they trailed off, pointing to their body “I am covered in saliva, so I think I did good?” they made no attempt to dust themself off. Unless they wanted to rub the spittle further into the fabrics.

“I... I see...” Auron trailed off, not unsure, but maybe confused, as if he was seeing Rook in a new light, and the human followed his gaze to find the wolves sitting patiently, some of them even yawning, showing off rows of sharp teeth carelessly “Then, their presence had soothed some of your anxieties then?” Buddy in particular whined at the Fae Lord suggesting that they didn’t do a good enough job with Rook. Luna looked a little disheartened as well, while Ace looked away.

“For sure! They are cute!” and all the wolves perked up at that, even Ace looked back at the “I’m definitely more relaxed, though I am covered in slobber. If I have any concern, then it’s about getting cleaned up.” Buddy whined again, more insistent, his paws tapping the ground in a rhythmic pattern, and they saw Auron was giving the wolves a more questioning look, even if only one was openly acting out.

It appeared Auron was the one to skip over any further queries he might have had “Then let’s get you cleaned up.” his words were followed by him walking a mere 3 steps away from the pack of wolves, his arm around Rook’s shoulders in a rather familiar gesture, when they both were stopped by the cacophony of whines that erupted from the 9 beasts.

Rook looked back, apologetic for having to leave them. Auron looked back as well, though his next words and tone were not quite sympathetic to them.

“Dismissed, all of you.” scratch sympathetic, he was all Fae Lord and gave an order.

The wolves were called to soothe Rook. They did this job as per Rook’s claim, now they had to return to their actual guard duties. Shadow moved first, barking at the others and nudging some of them, including a harsher nip at Rebel who bared its teeth. Max had to nudge Kujo, which was more a full body push than anything, but got the smaller one to move. Auron only turned his attention away from them, when all 9 members of the pack were heading back into the depths of the Gardens.

He was more at ease, even as the voice they heard previously piped up.

“Those strays of yours definitely accept them!” the flittering being they believed to be Trish trilled “Maybe we could—” it may have been rude to interrupt, but Rook decided to skip to the introductions Auron apparently forgot.

“Nice to meet you, Trish!” Rook greeted with a smile, startling both the Fae Lord and the pixie “I go by Rook.” they added for good measure, a little giddy at getting a proper introduction out of the way, even as they felt Auron tense up a little.

Probably the realization that he did not, in fact, introduce Rook to Trish properly.

“Oh! How polite! With an appropriate amount of rudeness sprinkled in! Perfect fit for this place! Wonderful and a pleasure to meet you, Rook! Now, I hope our magnanimous Lord is not causing you undue strife, dearie!” she trilled, making a pointed jab at Auron and the ir situation, and Rook found themself raising their free hand as a potential perch for the pixie.

“Trish, Rook requires a bath.” Auron interjected almost gently, his demand dulled by... something that Rook couldn’t put their proverbial finger on.

In the meantime, Trish took a seat on Rook’s hand, wings flapping a little as she sat, much to Auron’s dismay.

“I know, but since you were in such a hurry and failed to introduce us properly, I feel it’s necessary to let them know they are always welcome in the Gardens, even without you.” she winked at them as she laughed, once more, a chime-like sound “You know, Auron, the works.” how strange it was to see someone supposedly the subject of the Court of Desires address the Lord of it so casually.

It felt like there was a ton of history between those two.

“Trish, I wholeheartedly appreciate the shine you have taken to them yourself, however I do wish to aid Rook getting into a more... comfortable state of being, considering they have been through such a playtime with the pack.” another, little more direct attempt from Auron to have the pixie allow them to leave.

“I agree, they do need a good bath after that. However, I haven’t finished introducing myself, you know.” they could hear Auron inhale to challenge her, but she was ahead of him “Aside from that name, dearie, I’m also the Keeper of the Gardens, and the General of the Pixies. You need help, come to me anytime he is unavailable. I know this place like the back of my hand, and there is nothing the pixies cannot solve.” that last part genuinely sounded like a threat to anyone who sought to challenge her.

“Trish, that is quite enough now... please.” it was strange to hear a Fae Lord plead like that, his tone gentled by what Rook could only identify as familiarity. The history they sensed between the two was not hidden from sight, or at least not from their sight.

“Fine. I said the important part now.” she flew off their hand giggling “Now, I shall let you depart with Our Lord, dearie.” and oh, boy, did it sound wrong when she said it like that, some weird mix of mocking the very title of Auron being a Lord, and that Rook was as much a part of the place as everyone else.

That wrongness, however, felt somehow warm in their soul.

“Take care!” she flew off then, disappearing in the foliage without a chance for Rook to do more than wave, unsure if their voice carried.

“See you later, Trish!” they tried anyways.

Having been left alone in the Gardens with the short way out of it, Rook realized that their arm was still linked with Auron’s, and he showed no reluctance about this physical contact. Even if he was only worried about them due to the whole fiasco with Faust, this was a bit of an overkill for that.

Which led them back to the faint, but still present smell of roses around the Fae Lord. Also the dark grey and definitely not black mirror-smooth walls of the palace were clearly there, and as they passed by a window, they could see the purple sunrise had returned to the horizon, though not as prominent as before. Not yet, they hoped. Maybe it will take a bit longer. The whole Court’s change was affirmed by Auron’s willingness and desire to spend time with Rook. They were likely connected as well, if the sudden weather change due to Faust was anything to go by.

It was... it made something flutter in their chest again, feeling a warmth they couldn’t truly trust, but wanted to believe anyways.

“So... if I’m having a bath, will you be joining?” the question was out without much thought or consideration, breaking the comfortable silence, and reminding them of the dry spittle covering them from head to toe.

They weren’t the only person surprised by their question, it seemed, Auron needing a moment to answer. Which was preceded by the shake of his head, and a small laugh.

He should laugh more. It suited him.

“You are one fascinating mortal, are you not, dear Rook?” his smile still held that gentle fondness that settled while within the Gardens, and it made Rook’s heart skip a beat “I suppose it would do me good as well to enjoy a bath. While you are now in need of a proper wash, and the magic of the pool will help with that, the tension from everything surely is something I need to rid myself of.” he admitted, and Rook’s cheeks warmed at the insinuation and willingness to share a bath with them again.

When he stopped at the doors of the bath, Rook almost tripped over air, not having paid attention to the corridor they were on.

Without further ado, Auron pushed the doors open with a gentle touch.

Chapter Text

The bath was just as grand as before, however, multiple things showed that something was wrong. Well, not really wrong, but it was clear that Auron was caught off-guard. Echoing sound of splashes, and faint blue light from the middle where the pool itself was, then echoing talk of a more familiar voice, followed by growls and more splashing. The shock of blond in the middle of the pool was genuinely not a surprise to Rook at that point, Charlie’s voice carrying full of joy, until he looked their way, and the panic that set in his green eyes became visible.

That didn’t change the fact that the Fae Lord standing next to Rook was completely frozen in place.

"Oh, shi- I didn- My Lord I- I just, the place was empty a-a-and you-y'know, like-oh, gods- I ca-" Charlie started stammering and stuttering, just as shocked at the situation as Auron was, apparently, the Lord of Desires’ face completely unreadable.

Rook’s worry mounted as he did nothing.

“Auron? Auron?” their voice fell on deaf ears as Charlie continued tripping over his own words and Auron slowly lifted his palm from the door, the wings drifting shut just as silently as they opened.

The silence was still full of the fae’s shock, and the awkwardness that Rook felt.

“How did I not—” Auron cut himself off as he mumbled that, teeth gritting in something adjacent to annoyance, though none of it seemed directed at Charlie’s use of the bath, which was good.

“Uh, Auron? Is... Is everything okay? I’m sure it—” they tried to catch his attention, maybe even try to reassure him that they wouldn’t mind having a bath with company other than Auron, but a decision was considered and made in moments as the Fae Lord’s eyes cleared.

“It matters not, dear Rook. While that bath has the grandest view, as you have seen before, it is not the best one within the palace. Let us go there instead.” while he was still tense as Rook could easily feel from their linked arms, he made a decision and took them away from that room, and somewhere else within the palace.

“At least I can conclude that the raccoon is safe and sound.” not that they doubted it based on how the animal reacted to Charlie “Seth will be pleased to hear that.” once more, not like he wouldn’t know if someone harmed a precious beast of his Court and wouldn’t rain down unholy 'Wild Hunt style' judgement on anyone who would dare.

The silence stretched a little more as they moved along the hallways, before Auron finally spoke up again “I wish to reiterate that this bath will not hold the best view of my Court, however, it is one even less would be able to partake in, compared to the one holding the phoenix egg.” and that reminder made Rook’s heart a little warmer, knowing that the egg had allowed Charlie and the raccoon in there, not just Auron.

Or, well, based on the reaction, Auron didn’t really expect them to be present.

When he stopped at a door that was not simply unassuming, but lacked the silver vine decorations of most other doors, Rook frowned in confusion, before Auron put his palm on the wood. No door handle to turn, nothing, but magic flitted over the dark wood in an intricate pattern, before the door yielded and opened silently.

The room inside was spacious and still as black as the rest of the palace was upon their arrival, the mirror shine clearer than ever, and reflecting the sunrise visible and playing on the horizon. The bed that took up a considerable amount of space in the already large room was just as black, carved of a wooden base, and the covers were layered both in black and some red. The decoration was quite sparse, which was both surprising and somehow fitting for how Auron seemed to conduct himself, a bedroom set for nothing but sleep fit into that image quite well. The handful of vines apparently sneaking in from outside added a bit of a flare, but nothing more. The sourceless lights added more vibrancy to the view.

“This is my room, dear Rook. If we consider the Lord of a Court to be the core of its existence, this space is the very Heart of this Court.” which was a little strange to hear as an explanation, after they have witnessed the endless feast in the Court of Delights, and the open field of the Court of the Wild. It seemed much more... intimate. Faust did claim that Auron’s desires were what made this Court as it was at present.

Even if they noted the lack of excess decorations, the room itself was still...

“It’s beautiful.” they noted, admiring the view, before their attention turned to back to the Fae Lord.

“Thank you.” their heart rattled in their chest at those simple words. They’ve been so careful to avoid saying 'thanks' for anything, knowing that it would create a complicated situation between them and any of the fae they encountered, so hearing it from Auron’s mouth was... well, the warmth in their heart following that spoke for itself “Through that door is the bath we are going to use.” he went to the black door across the room, once again, a smooth, black, non-reflective carved wood surface that flickered with silver magic at the fae’s touch, before opening.

Behind it was a room that was far beyond what Rook would ever consider a mere bathroom, lacking a bath tub for one, yet it was a breath-taking space, even compared to the one they’ve already seen.

A staircase wound down from the little balcony where the door of the bedroom opened. This time, they could actually see lights, floating ghostly specks like the stars from the sky were set into the ceiling and the walls. The onyx black was broken up by large windows opening into dark blue waters, dull and silent above and around the pool that took up most of the floorspace. The pool itself was easier to notice than the other bath, several smaller streams of water like mini waterfalls flowing into it from above and disturbing the surface, plus the water itself seemed to echo the blue from above in an almost unnatural way, the movement creating a never-ending echoing sound to fill the room. The small lights and the shifting waters created a lively dance of the view around them, bringing life to the space, never mind the several plants that somehow seemed to thrive in the room, despite being away from direct sunlight. Probably caused by magic, but they weren’t about to question that.

“Whoa...” Rook’s jaw fell open in awe, not expecting this to be what hid behind the door. Honestly they had no idea what to expect, but even with the view, there was one thing still starkly prevalent: the smell of roses.

Even with the plants surrounding the area, there were no flowers, so their mind returned to the source being Auron himself.

“This room is below one of the many lakes scattered in my Court. Do not be surprised, if you see shadows moving in the waters, as the kelpies are at home in most of the lakes and ponds within the Fae Realm.” he guided them down the stairs, not out of necessity, but for comfort, allowing Rook to keep looking around without tripping and falling under his watch.

Not that Rook minded the constant contact. Their awe also helped drown out the question of how this actually working topographically, since they were pretty certain they were not underground in Auron's bedroom, being able to see the sunrise...

Fae magic. Quick, easy answer, and not something they had the mind to really get tangled into.

“It’s... magical.” they knew how unbelievably bland and pointless that statement was with the way magic was interwoven with the very nature of the Fae Realm, but there was no better way to say it or even try to describe it. They were taken with the place.

Auron let them go as he headed under the balcony, looking for something.

“Considering this is my private bath, would you prefer to have robes on, like the previous time, dear Rook?” he questioned, and they looked from the water to him, making up their mind.

Frankly, they didn’t specifically need robes the last time either. It was Auron’s decision without their input.

“I thought I was supposed to get clean? Technically, the pack licked me so much I might as well be clean by their standards.” they found themself answering, and were rewarded with another small laugh from Auron for their trouble.

“Bold words indeed, but it would be quite the disservice to you and a disgrace to me as a Lord to allow you to roam while drenched in the spittle of my beasts.” he walked over to the pool empty-handed then, motioning to one of the large, smooth rocks sitting near the edge “You may fold your clothing here, dear Rook.” and stepped off to another smooth rock.

Rook’s mouth opened in a question that got stuck painfully in their throat as Auron started undoing his own outfit, and their mouth went dry. Right, right, they did suggest that he could and should join them in the bath. Their bravado faded as their face warmed again, the butterflies having an absolute party in their belly. Were they staring rudely? Most definitely, and it required considerable control to return to undressing themself instead of doing so to Auron with their eyes.

“Is there a problem, dear Rook?” his voice had a teasing lilt to it, even though he didn’t turn to look at them, as if he knew they had been staring.

“No, no problem at all!” their protest came much too fast, and based on the short echo, much too loud as well.

“Really?” Auron’s tone still held that mirthful edge, poking at their apparent vulnerability without malice “And here I thought humans were rather quite concerned about their modesty. Unless, of course, that is a personal preference.” he continued his teasing as he kept undoing layer after layer of his outfit.

“Preference or not, we’re in your Court and in your private bath. Trying to deny you access to it would be... well, rude.” that much was true, but they had to continue “Plus, this pool is a bit too big to be used alone.” their own words rattled their brain like an echo as Auron’s hands stopped, freezing in place, eyes on Rook, as if he was turning the words around in his own head just as the human found themself doing.

Then, the Fae Lord continued undressing, and Rook did the same, realizing just how messy their clothes became after 2 tasks, taking them to two Courts, back and forth. Truly a right mess. They did their best to fold them somewhat neatly though, the air in the room comfortably warm against their bare skin. They glanced at the water, inviting and all, but their attention quickly moved to Auron.

Damn.

Suddenly staying in the Fae Realm for eternity didn’t sound entirely like such a bad deal. If they wanted to be honest, it didn’t sound like such a bad deal before, but seeing the Fae Lord undressed was a little more than aesthetically pleasing. By human standards, he was cut from marble to a perfection many would envy and desire, and Rook was no less weak towards his appeal. Could it have been some fae charms and glamours at work? Definitely, but Unseelie or not, Rook’s eyes were perfectly functional regardless. His skin was unmarred, which the human felt must have actually been glamours, if his history of fighting was anything to go by, but the toned muscles couldn’t have lied. Rook stared, rude as it was, needing a moment before realizing that the smell of roses was back and stronger than before, now most assuredly originating from Auron.

“I was under the impression the bath itself would be enough of a view, dear Rook.” there was no mistaking the now-familiar amusement in his voice, making it quite obvious he welcomed the rapt attention they gave, or at the very least didn’t reject it.

“Or you could just stay in my Court”

The words came back to haunt them again, the heat in their cheeks and the way their heart skipped a beat stuttering not just their breath but words.

“I-uh... I just...” they couldn’t possibly excuse themself for the staring, even if they wished they could reaffirm the kind of lies one tells oneself when unwilling to face reality.

“Are you having a change of heart then, dear Rook?” his voice was a pleasant rumble, filled with warmth and a decent dose of amusement.

“No!” the protest was rushed, immediate denial, not for the sake of it being a lie, but for the sake of being caught with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar, or in their case, their gaze straying to and staying on the Fae Lord for too long “No change of heart whatsoever here!”

“Then did your brave declaration from earlier not line up with your current reality?” more teasing, more of a knowing look, warm and welcoming, but still pinning them to the spot.

Maybe they could jump into the pool and disappear underwater long enough. However he stepped closer to them, much less bothered by the circumstances, it seemed, while Rook’s face was radiating heat.

“M-My reality is absolutely fine here, just... uh...” they couldn’t believe themself for what they wanted to say, to admit out loud. It would be far too honest, which would only embarrass them “It’s just you... I-I mean you’re... wow...” the last flickering flame of their barely present bravery was gone before they could use anything coherent amongst their stuttering words, losing the ability to retain eye-contact in the face of the intensity they saw from the Fae Lord, but refusing to look away too soon, wanting Auron to know they were honest.

Who needed a fae trap, when they were given the opportunity to spend time with this Fae Lord? Multiple opportunities at that.

They faintly realized their wrist felt warm, not from a touch, or at least not a physical one, the mark on it radiating a heat that almost shocked them, yet as said heat spread from it, it reached into their muscles, down to their bones wave after relaxing wave.

“Why, thank you, dear Rook.” his voice was almost a purr as he smiled at them, before continuing “You are quite the sight for sore eyes yourself.” their face was burning with heat at his own eloquence and the words themselves, before offering a hand “Let’s get in the water then, dear Rook. We need to get you cleaned up after all.” they barely registered the direct responsibility Auron took with his words, by using plural pronouns, just instinctively reaching for the offered hand, following the dip of the pool’s edge.

“It’s warm!” it was a simple note to make, Rook’s surprise immediate, not expecting it after seeing the small waterfalls come in from the lake above.

“It is. Of course, in this room, I exert my power over my Court in full. The water temperature obeys nothing, but my own will. I was hoping it would be comfortable for you as well.” while the explanation was not necessary, Rook would believe anything about magic at this point, they couldn’t forget about the egg, and the effortless warmth it provided.

“What about the phoenix egg? Wouldn’t it be safer here, and... well, keeping the water warm?” their curiosity was clear, looking from their hands back up to Auron’s face.

“The simple answer is in the location. This room is underground, and that phoenix is of the sky. Bar leaving the egg out in the open on a cliffside, that was the closest I could place it to freedom, yet still under my direct protection. Never mention the will of the phoenix can make the room wholly unreachable to anyone it deems unfit.” it sounded logical that Auron followed a multi-pronged approach to handling something as precious as a phoenix egg, if it was as rare as he said it to be.

The water now reached up to their waist, and they let go of Auron’s hand to wade further in, dipping in to their neck as they continued exploring the huge space, trying to see the far side. Soon enough, they were actually slowed by their feet barely touching the bottom. While irregularly-shaped, the pool was really as big as they thought it to be. Maybe bigger than they expected still.

“Enjoying the water, dear Rook?” while there was no doubt about the answer, but it got the human to slow their exploration and look back at him and finding him smiling softly.

“Quite a lot, actually. Hard to believe it’s really under a lake though. I mean...” their voice trailed off, hands making a vague motion around them. After all, water broke through things so easily, they knew that, glancing up at the large glass panes keeping the lake above, and the room below separated. A shadow passed, a quick movement that suggested a horse-like shape, confirming Auron’s claim about kelpies.

“I’m pleased to hear it is to your liking, dear Rook.” they watched him head back to the shallower side of the pool “Come here, dear Rook. I have promised to aid you in getting clean, and it would be unbecoming of me as a Fae Lord to go back on my words in such a crude manner.” the mirth in his voice was unmistakable, not a single sign of annoyance at having to provide said help as he motioned for Rook to follow him.

Briefly, they considered if there was some sort of mischief Auron was looking for by enforcing his own promise to them. There must have been something significant about a Fae Lord offering and rendering such services at all, let alone to a mere mortal.

“That’s... very kind of you, Auron.” close to being dangerous words on their own, they found themself returning to his side as he requested.

He guided them to one of the waterfalls “Let’s get your hair soaked through properly as well.” he suggested, his hand on their back.

Rook willingly went under the waterfall, and jumped out just as fast as the shock of cold water struck them, their cut off scream echoing in the large room.

“It’s cold!” the understatement of the century did get an amused chuckle out of Auron at the indignant tone “Didn’t you say you control the temperature?” the accusation was clear, but the fae was unbothered by it.

“The water comes from the lake above, dear Rook.” as if that was all the answer they needed, and they frowned at him “I control everything within the room. The water is not part of the room until it flows into the pool itself.” the explanation was annoyingly sensible to them, despite the annoyance, and they dipped lower in the water, going under for a moment just to get their scalp warm again “The contrasting temperatures are supposed to be doing good for health, but I can see you would have preferred a... warning.” there was no apology in his tone. None at all.

“Yeah.” they grumbled, hardly annoyed anymore even while their suffering was the source of his entertainment in this case.

“Come along, dear Rook. We need to wash you properly.” he guided them over to the shallower side of the pool, back to the large, smooth rocks, helping them sit on one of them, before he began the very task he set for himself.

Rook followed his movements as he got a wash cloth and something that was definitely soap, though they couldn’t place the scent of it. Not that they cared to try with the scent of roses still surrounding them, a constant.

As Rook was seated on the rock, Auron began with their thighs, allowing their feet to soak and rest, movements methodical, but no less gentle for it. Still, each touch was measured to perfection yet evoking a level of care Rook was wholly unable to process. They weren’t handled as though they were fragile, but their body was cleaned as if they were precious.

Yeah... that was the word that came to mind. Precious.

When their eyes met, there it was again, that intensity and attentiveness, accompanied by the ghost of a smile, content to cleanse the dirt and grime that had stained the human’s skin, and absolutely utilizing the opportunity to be the one permitted such a touch without any of the strings that tended to come with deals between the fairfolk and mortals.

They both were free of such limitations.

The warmth was coiling in Rook's body with each touch, despite sitting at the edge of the pool, only their legs submerged.

“Your arm, dear Rook.” the sound of the small waterfalls couldn’t suppress the whisper that sent a most pleasant chill up their spine, their arm closer to him lifting almost immediately, his fingers interlacing with theirs without any hesitation, guiding the limb for proper access, before repeating the process on the other arm.

Once more, their mind drifted a little, each touch reminding them of the fact that it was them, a human, sitting on the edge of the pool at the very heart of an Unseelie Court, and the Lord of that same Court was washing them with the care that in their dreams would be reserved for a—

“Relax, dear Rook.” his voice a whisper once again, and a passing touch on their cheek played off as if there was some dirt to rub off with a damp thumb. However, it was too gentle, the cradling motion catching the air in their lungs, before Auron sat behind them, intent on washing their back.

They didn’t even try to stop the pleased sighs escaping their lips as his touch on their back and shoulders felt more akin to an impromptu massage than actual bathing, one hand scrubbing the skin clean with massaging pressure, while the other was kneading the tense muscles with surprising expertise on the other side. The warmth curled under Rook's skin almost treacherously, but they welcomed the feeling with open arms... and closed eyes. The distance between them ebbed and flowed with each shift of Auron himself, close and closer still, his touch never shifting from the promised care, yet filled with a warmth that was sinking way below the skin.

When the heat from their back shifted again, the water's minute splash indicating Auron's return to the pool, their eyes drifted open lazily, comfortable and relaxed, even as their mind supplied a thought that tried to be a warning:

This was the Court of Desires.

It was a simple thought, a fact in and of itself, and yet Rook was drawn like a moth to the flame. Unlike the moth, they knew the danger, but they couldn't care less about it at the moment.

Their body was cleaned, mindful and methodical, each whispered instruction followed.

“Your leg, dear Rook.” not that they had to lift it at all, as Auron took that burden as well, it was merely a warning so they knew he was going to shift their body then.

Their breath hitched, the heat burning under their skin, their mind refusing to read into the focused yet gentle gaze directed at them that didn’t change at all when their eyes met. When he finished with their other leg, there was some reluctance as he let it back into the water, and he covered it up by raising his voice, breaking the spell they both must have been under.

“Hop back in, dear Rook.” the request did come off as an order, but Rook moved before they could truly consider the implications of it “Back under a waterfall.” he added, and the human did glare at Auron, though any actual heat behind it was gone as they maneuvered with a body that was a little bit too boneless for efficiency.

It was a miracle they got to the nearest waterfall without tripping, though they also had Auron’s gentle guiding hand on their back for that.

The water was still cold, and they whined, the high-pitched sound echoing in the space.

“I hate this...” their griping was weak, trying to focus on Auron’s warm touch instead of the downpour of cold water before they stepped out of it, then the strong yet nimble fingers of Auron dug into their scalp, rubbing something decidedly not rose-scented, but still floral into their hair.

If they could purr, they would have. There was something extremely satisfying at the way Auron massaged their scalp, and they were lost in the feeling, the shocking cold of the waterfall a distant memory, the scent of the roses suppressing the other floral scent with little effort.

“You seem pleased by this treatment, dear Rook.” Auron’s words were back to the whisper that wouldn’t be drowned out by the sound of water, a deep, warm undertone tinting them “This could be yours every single day, you realize.” spoken like a secret to be said nowhere else, but within the sacred ground of this space solely his own, laying bare the allure of his domain, the offer he’d merely hinted at before in comparison.

He expected no reply, not that Rook had the mind to reply coherently, and what sane thoughts were actually bouncing in their brain kept their mouth shut. Soon enough the Fae Lord was combing through their hair, not a single tug to cause them pain. Fae magic at its finest, or maybe it was part of Auron’s will, Rook wasn’t about to ask, as their mind finally turned the offer around in their head a bit more thoroughly, though just as quietly.

Cohabiting the Court of Desires with Auron didn’t sound like such a bad deal, granted it implied their existing tenuous trust in Auron in light of the accusations Faust had doled out earlier. Then there was the fact of what it would mean. Becoming a servant of a Fae, tied by a deal or an onus had been reportedly and historically a bad choice for a human, kept as glorified pets... though if Sweetheart was under such a deal with Alphonse and Seth, did that make the offer bad? What little they saw, that human was treated quite well, and Auron was treating them quite well too.

They’ve only known him for a few days though. And there was the third task as well. It could be the kind of difficulty that would doom them thoroughly, taking the choice away from them. Then again...

Despite the wordplays, the verbal fencing, small battles of wits, Rook had more than once stepped out of line and treaded into waters that were risky. If Auron had wanted to do so, he could have done many a thing, since Rook would have been unable to force their deal to hold. Claim it to be deal-breaking, and Rook would have been forced to face whatever punishment the Fae Lord so chose. Instead, Rook was accommodated and taken care of. All in all—

“AAAHH!” the frigid cold of the waterfall shocked them once more, never realizing that Auron guided them back to it.

Almost ripping out of his gentlewarm, guiding hold, they dipped under the warm water of the pool away from the menace that was the cold drizzle from the lake above, and came up with a half-hearted glare at best, aimed straight at the Fae Lord. It was still a glare, it didn’t matter that he was still ridiculously handsome and was smiling at them with a returning fondness and amusement.

“Like a drenched kitte—” Rook didn’t let him finish, a single, instinctive, messy, but still targeted swipe of their arm resulting in a wide arc of water splashing Auron in turn.

The shock that must have been on his face was lost to them, however, as the water started soaking into his hair, and there was no way those weren’t buds. Small, red, shaped like chunky teardrops, having those small leaves that cradled red flowers. He had flowers in his hair. He had—

He splashed them in turn, and they met his eyes, abandoning the surprise that was the blossoms in his hair, and Rook retaliated immediately, starting a battle in the water that was more akin to children playing than two adults, let alone one of them being the Lord of Desires, the other being a mere human. Splashing around in the pool, hiding under the water only to pop up and try to get another ‘hit’ in with a splash, and avoid getting caught.

Rook got a mere moment to admire their own audacity for challenging the Lord of the Court, and wonder why Auron didn’t stop their antics. It was his Court, surely it would do whatever he demanded to stop the human so foolishly splashing around in the water like a child, laughing at and with the Fae Lord. And that was the thing, Auron was laughing with them, though he was still more subdued than the mortal.

They couldn’t deny that seeing Auron this relaxed was somewhat surreal, and it warmed their heart to know that they could share this moment with him. The always-collected Fae Lord was relaxing some at least, shedding the burden of his duties in favour of just playing with the human. As equals almost.

“I yield!” their declaration was rushed out between heavy but shallow breaths as Auron caged them against one of the farther edge still lined with smooth rocks, their back bent backwards to retain some distance, not out of fear, just as a remnant of the game, the messy chase in the water.

The giggles still broke through a few times, but as they took in the rather dishevelled Auron before them, they noticed the buds have blossomed. Three of them sat as red roses to match his hair, while the remaining were closer to flowering as well. His laugh turned their wonder-filled gaze to meet his, the joy in there much more open than anytime before, a shared feeling that warmed Rook’s heart.

At the same time, they couldn’t ignore the heat once more. He was so close as he still caged them with his arms, the warmth between them filled with unspoken desire. His eyes were bright and filled with warmth, and Rook found themself unable to speak up, to break this spell that fell over them, not that they had any willingness for it either. Auron was leaning closer, watching their every move, just the same as they were watching him, barely caught off-guard as one of his hands moved enough to be placed upon their own, braced on the stone, reassuring in its own way.

“I was not jesting about my offer, dear Rook.” he whispered it like a secret once again, reluctant to repeat his words, but nonetheless itching to clarify, to ensure that Rook was completely aware of it all not being a slip of the tongue “I had never felt the need to hide from my own wants, nor did I make it a habit to deny myself any more than absolutely necessary.” his other hand abandoned its bracing spot by their side in order to cradle their cheek gently “However, this isn’t about me, is it.” his tone didn’t make it sound like a real question, not that Rook was able to comprehend most of it anyways, their mind going a mile a minute and somehow stalling at a standstill at the same time as Auron leaned closer to them “Would you allow me to—” a dull 'thunk' followed by a harsh, ear-piercing scratch on one of the many windows looking to the lake interrupted him, both of them jumping at the noise, the Fae Lord immediately looking up at the mere idea that his sanctuary could be at risk.

Rook followed his gaze, their heart rattling wildly in their chest, seeing a kelpie scratch at the glass pane again, even in the dark water visible as it came closer, sharp teeth flashing alongside glowing eyes. They were witness to Auron’s control over his Court in its entirety then, the kelpie rearing back with a muted, pained sound under the water, and disappearing from sight in moments. But the spell was broken.

Their moment was destroyed.

Auron kept looking up, chest moving with slow, deliberate breaths before he turned to the nearest cold waterfall, and stood under it without even flinching. As such, Rook was left where they were, at the edge of the pool, nursing their body back to some semblance of normalcy, their hammering heart soothed with the danger being gone... not that the excitement of being caught and trapped by Auron had anything to do with its rapid rhythm before the interruption. In much the same vein, their breathing had to be controlled again, instead of the shallowness that came with fear... or the short gasps between fits of laughter, or their stuttering from suddenly being inches away from the handsome fae who’d made a deal with them and spent his time with them.

They briefly wondered what he’d have asked... almost thoughtlessly they reached for their lips as they watched him finally step out from under the cold water, thoroughly drenched, though the unblossomed buds appeared to have some... thorns sticking out of his hair as well. Their hand dropped back down when he finally looked at Rook, apology in his gaze alongside some disappointment.

“I do apologize for the interruption, dear Rook. The kelpies are a rather wilful kind of beast, and they do have a taste for human flesh, which they must have sensed when I washed your hair.” he shot a glare back up at the murky water that was suspiciously looking darker and a little purplish almost “At the same time, they must have forgotten whose home it is that lake is settled upon.” that sounded like a genuine threat, the coil of tension in his body only easing out slowly with each breath.

He didn’t meet their eyes for a long moment after that, making Rook believe his annoyance at the situation ran deeper than they thought.

Maybe it was for the best that the kelpie interrupted... Auron was so close to them, and they... they knew it wasn’t magic, or at least not in the sense of some charm that would twist their mind against their will...

Their own willingness to be there. There was no panic in their heart, or even genuine fear. No, it was excitement, wanting to see more, wanting to experience more, wanting to give in to the very idea Auron spoke into existence multiple times already. Wanting to be closer to Auron himself.

Rook could stay in the Court. With him. The promise of being taken care of already put out there. Being pampered, if the previous offer still stood.

All Rook had to do was accept the offer. Simple, right? It would be so easy to do that and never return to the mortal realm. Not that they didn’t have anything to miss there, but who in their right mind would deny the appeal of the comforts and beauty within the Fae Realm? No wonder humans sought out the Fae and their aid, Rook’s own greed was acting up at the idea...

And they still had the chance of succeeding in their deal with Auron. To obtain their heart’s desire.

He kept reaffirming that, correcting them on it. He’d been doing that from the beginning.

Dear Rook

Though he'd picked the casual endearment early on, it rang in their head with a different tone now, the whisper overtaking the dozens of times and voices it was spoken with before.

A gentle touch on their cheek jolted them out of their thoughts, not having realized that Auron not only moved, but approached them, their eyes meeting his, giving a quick glance at the roses that bloomed, the thorns that were now missing, and he other buds present in his hair, but ultimately returning to his eyes, a guarded caution settling in them that shielded the truth from Rook. That was something they couldn’t do, even at their best, and definitely not with him. Through this short time, Auron had stripped away whatever fear they had to the point that not even...

Not even the earlier argument and warnings managed to penetrate this sense of comfort and safety.

“Is everything okay, dear Rook? I hope the kelpie’s... appetite didn’t ruin your time.” even with his voice calm and even, yet still just as warm as the water they were in, and his palm lingered on their cheek, Auron seemed concerned for their opinion with a care that went deeper than fae courtesy.

If they allowed themself just that little gentle press into the touch, they’d never admit it.

“I was just a little... lost in thought, I guess?” half of which they’d never discuss with Auron for the sake of not embarrassing themself or to avoid having to admit just how unbelievably close they were to taking him up on his offer.

“Understandable. You have experienced a lot in a rather short amount of time. It must be quite the load to work through.” as he ended the sentence, it looked like he wanted to say more for a moment at least, before deciding otherwise “I’m going to sit down near the edge, if you don’t mind, dear Rook. I have not had such a fun time recently, and soaking it in a bit more just feels... appropriate.” he moved past them, and soon sat down on what must have been an outcrop under the water on the other side of the pool, away from the flat rocks, leaning back, and allowing his eyes slip shut.

It wasn’t his aesthetic beauty that warmed Rook’s heart as they watched him for a while longer... it felt like a gift on its own to be seeing Auron, not just as a Fae Lord, but as himself, relaxing like this. He didn’t touch or bother the roses in his hair, either not noticing them, or not caring for their presence at that point. Rook didn’t expect anything from playing around, they weren’t even really testing the proverbial waters when they started the fight, it just felt... right to do it. It was something they desired, so they did it.

“Huh...” they hummed a little, before deciding to take a bit longer to swim around in the pool, enjoying the water, and letting themself process everything that went down, and hopefully not zone out as bad as they had before. They kept half an eye on Auron either way, noticing that at some point, he started watching them, and they were the ones ducking under the water as their face heated up having caught his gaze time and time again.

However, once they felt settled enough, and a little tired from swimming around casually, their attention was back on Auron as they walked to him.

“Is it really so rare for you... or I guess, Fae Lords as a whole, to be having fun? I mean, like this. Harmless fun. I don’t know what qualifies as fun, after all.” they asked as they got closer without much preamble, and the intense gaze was back, settling on them without hesitation.

“Do you mean welcoming the audacity of a mere mortal challenging them and their authority within the very heart of their Court and not punish said mortal for such a trespass?” they almost missed the word salads, and smiled as they sat down next to him easily.

“Yeah, I guess that’s what I mean. Unless it’s the same situation if another not-Lord fae does this?” the question was turned back right away, just as a little poking to show Auron they hadn’t completely lost their own edge either.

“Oh, no, there is absolutely no way another of the fae would permit themselves or be permitted by a Lord to be disrespectful in such a way. The rules of engagement are bound intrinsically into our very marrow when it comes to our own kind... Such a weakness invites danger, regardless of Seelie or Unseelie connections.” he shook his head “Humans, perhaps, could bring danger to the Courts and to the Fae Realm, can have lofty ideas, pointless morals, and complete lack of care for how deals are to be struck, but the number of times they posed actual danger to the Fae is a number infinitesimal in comparison to their suffering due to failing their deals, or trying to trick my kind in turn.” he didn’t turn to them as he said it, but was watching for their reaction from the corner of his eye, and Rook wasn’t sure what to think.

His honesty was an obvious weapon, after everything that happened, now he opened up the space to scare the human once more.

Once more, Rook failed to be scared of it. They weren’t trying to trick Auron. They just wanted to—

“Is this a Lord thing then? Being this... uh...” they tried to find the right word, or maybe one that wasn’t offensive in their mind.

“Threatened?” the flinch couldn’t be hidden as Auron picked the one word they refused to say “You are now well-aware that I am responsible for quite a few of my kind perishing. They do so in duels, when they find the audacity to challenge me for the Court of Desires. It is an incredibly foolish thing to do, considering how many times the Court of Desires appeared to potential a Fae Lord, and how many times had that potential been squandered by the fool it was offered to. But even outside here, the Unseelie Courts are home to duels regularly for this exact reason.” seeing no pushback from Rook, he continued “The Seelie Courts are... rather different. The skin-deep warmth of kindness and politeness only gets one so far before their drink includes that little bit of a special tender care from a usurper, a spurned lover, or just someone who was bored and wanted a test subject to something they have concocted, that would result in them meeting the very end of their long lives. Well, long compared to humans at the very least.” that sounded rather backwards for a people who valued honesty and the truth to the point that they would destroy humans for breaking deals or trying to lie “They hold the gatherings, parties, and events to ensure that everyone knows who is leading what and where, and to keep an eye on those would-be assassins through a whole system of alliances and the likes. Facing one in honourable battle is disliked, uncouth, right? Quite... Un-Seelie.” he made sure to split that last word pointedly, as if that was the explanation to the differences in the two Domains, but far be it from Rook to assume it was true in its barest sense.

But it did sound good, and by Auron’s recounting of the situation, even fit the mould a little too well. Then again, he also did mention that there were times unrecorded and unknown to the Fae themselves. Maybe he was just sharing his own conclusions as his convictions. Not that they minded. It was nice listening to him talk.

“Do you miss the Seelie Courts?” their mind wandered to the argument again, to Faust’s accusations and Auron’s mostly iron-clad control, not including the storm his wrath brought to his Court. Now, the water was a lighter bluish grey again, likely the faux moon’s light shining through.

“At times... I suppose I do miss life there, occasionally.” he hummed a little, as considering his own reply after the fact “The warmth that accompanied me on long nights from the Moon’s light, so often referred to as cold, is something I do miss, after veritable eons of experiencing it. She is not here to be my lone companion through most of my studies, as her presence is tied to the Court of Knowledge... and now Court of the Moon. Still, I have no room or willingness to consider regretting any pain or suffering caused... or those I endured.” they chanced a glance at him at that, but he himself was almost resolutely looking out into the murky waters, to a moon that wasn’t real, to a past Rook couldn’t comprehend, but try to understand anyways “Even with all the backstabbing that is the throughline of Seelie existence, especially amongst the nobility, it does make pretending everything is at peace so much easier. Here, I have had to end quite a few bloodlines due to their attempts on my reign.” once more, his gaze was on them, studying them, waiting for something, a flinch or maybe their fear, but Rook just listened.

Who were they to judge a Fae Lord for protecting his position? Humans would do the same, though maybe more like the Seelie, in this case. Covert manipulations to ensure their own success. Rook was unsure if they could do such a thing, but they hadn’t had such a desperate experience under their belt. Add onto that the differences of fae politics that Rook had no information on, and judging Auron’s actions sounded even sillier.

“Are you not going to ask me about my annihilation of families?” it was a pointed question, the accusation hidden in its neutrality of tone, even if the chosen words were meant to evoke the worst possible judgement on him as their eyes met again.

“No.” the reply was blunt and sudden, defensive almost, and for the first time, the mark on their wrist warmed up with a cutting burn, making them flinch and correct themself “Maybe.” the mark fortunately cooled back down just as rapidly, and they looked away from Auron as it did “Who am I to judge you for that? By your own admission, it was for survival, no matter how you dressed up the explanation. Humans have been doing the same on bigger or smaller scales, and sometimes they didn’t even need to survive... they just wanted to kill others. Your words insinuate, that if you hadn’t acted, we’d not be having this talk.” they tried to shrug it off despite the discomfort of the topic, even if they felt that their reply mattered to Auron on some level.

“That is quite true. You humans do prefer what you so evocatively call ‘Scorched Earth’, and I found that it is a rather powerful method, the few times I had to use it. Instead of being concerned of regular challenges due to someone’s direct or distant relative seeking vengeance upon me for the honourable death in a duel of whoever my challenger was, I can just ensure there’s nobody left.” he hummed, a dangerously appreciative sound “It was only necessary a few times though.” he added, and Rook could just imagine the fear of everyone perishing in a bloodline being a powerful tool even amongst the fae.

“Uh... not that I don’t want to learn more from you... but why are we talking about this?” they almost just then realized that Auron was the one who picked the theme they would be delving into as they sat side-by-side.

“Because of what he said.” the reply was immediate, Auron’s gaze back on the lake beyond the glass panes “He called me kinslayer, right? It is a loaded term here, and amongst humans, though you usually do not have 6 or more generations alive at the same time to carry a grudge.” the clarification did give Rook some anxiety over what they were going to learn, especially after they bravely refused to ask him about it after the argument.

“Usually it's barely 4, if we start from the youngest generation of children, then parents, grandparents, and rarely great-grandparents.” Rook listed it off, counting them off on their hand just to be sure, before looking at Auron again, his expression a little shocked.

“So few... that explains a few things though.” he took a breath, before returning to the tone Rook began to dub his ‘teaching voice’, which was really quite nice to listen to, at least to them “What I meant to say is, that regardless of their generational position within their families, my challengers started getting renounced by their entire bloodline.” his laugh had a mirthless edge to it at that “It was a risky move in many ways. On one hand, my victory meant safety for them. However, if the challenger had even the ghost of a chance against me, their lives might still be on the line, if the winner refused to take them back, and maybe even go after them for the treason.” he hummed, but Rook frowned in turn as they made a vague gesture with their hand.

“I get all that, and it’s still complicated, but they are not your kin, Auron. Not any more than any other fae within the realm.” they tried to correct him gently, not because he was wrong, but because even humans didn’t see their bonds as a species to be something special, unless there was some kind of a relationship already laid down.

“Of course, you’d point it out... no... the Seelie Lord I killed?” two revelations in a single sentence that was also a rhetorical question, where Auron didn’t even leave them room to breathe before continuing “By his will and due to his heritage and whatever magics were at work, being the so-called father of both Faust and I, the Court of Intuition was bestowed upon Faust to help foster his abilities, while the Court of Knowledge was given to me, as I had started tending the Gardens by then. While in the unfortunate position of having the same progenitor as such, it changed not the fact that he was a snake that needed to be dealt with in the given circumstances. The outcome... well, you are seeing it with your own eyes, my reward of exile.” there was less bitterness in his tone at the end and more resignation, as though this was an inevitability.

“No good deed goes unpunished, right?” Rook wasn’t unfamiliar with the idea that some people needed to die. Must have been true for the fae too.

“That fits quite well. As per the rules of the Courts, I would have been exiled for one charge or another, after everything went down. The Seelie are snakes of the same ilk, and someone having the ability and willingness to cut down others within their midst had been quite a shock to the system. Hence why my permission to even tread Seelie soil had been revoked.” as he finished up with that last little tidbit, Rook’s brows furrowed as one question came up.

“But... Al and Seth, I mean the only ones I met so far—”

“I sent you to them for a reason, other than what I was owed.” he interrupted them with a meaningful look “Those two are unlike most all of the Seelie in existence. The exceptions are solely those Seelie who had been called by the Hunter’s Moon. You’ve seen it, have you not? Their willingness to fight, to face you? Two starkly different Courts, and yet the Lords are not simply free to walk between them, but do so regularly, casually... and a mortal companion under the protection of them both. Based on human opinion on the fae, this should strike you as a rather odd thing.” Auron listed the facts he believed Rook should have already seen and understood.

After being so blatantly pointed out, Rook had to be honest and agree that it was, indeed, not lining up with anything that Auron spoke of the Seelie, or the Unseelie even. As if the two Lords and their Sweetheart was something entirely different, and that’s why Auron had chosen to seek the debt paid through Rook’s visits. Never mention the payments themselves, a piece of literal cake, and a raccoon that actually wanted to come with anyways, and who also had a caretaker separate from Auron in the Court of Desires.

While the cake itself seemed to appeal to Auron, neither of these were really... for him, were they. That wasn’t even a question. Both, despite how seriously he phrased the requests, were token payments at best, a symbolic balancing of the scales that comes with the fairfolk and their unavoidable strings attached to each action.

How many of these strings would be choking Rook at this point, if it weren’t for Auron’s mark on their wrist giving them a temporary position in his Court, and the temporary protection of it? It would be a most unwelcome Gordian Knot. One that Auron cut before it could even form.

The silence between them wasn’t awkward then, the Fae Lord giving them the chance to process all that he shared, accompanied by the comforting sound of splashing from the small waterfalls, as they sat in the water. They could ask more about those two. Or about Faust even. Auron seemed to be willing to share more here, and Rook was nothing if not curious.

Which also meant...

“Could you tell me more about the Court of Knowledge?” having seen the Gardens and knowing he ruled it piqued their interest enough to put everything else on the backburner for this.

For him, honestly. To learn how his life was before he tamed the Court of Desires, adapted to the Unseelie ways of dealing with things, being a Lord.

“Ruling the Court of Knowledge had its difficulties... but it was the closest to peace I had ever experienced. Certainly, there was pressure as well, but a lot of it came down to maintaining the Gardens. Sometimes it tried to go a little wild, as nature is wont to do, and I had to nip such happenings in the bud. It was also part of my duties to assess and sort the knowledge that had been offered for the Gardens, whether it was from a fellow fae, or from some human that somehow wound up in my Court... or on the rare occasion, some humans who specifically sought out my Court with an offering of knowledge as an exchange for a favour or a gift.” he shrugged at that last bit “My own studies were part of my duties as well, the many questions of my kind and yours providing a steady stream of things to do, not a moment of boredom, though I had ease, as the Gardens had bowed to my will and never hid knowledge from me. And then, there’s Trish. She had been as much part of the furniture as any tree in the Gardens, having been guardian and librarian of it for eons now. My... reassignment didn’t stop her from coming with the Gardens, and she was accompanied by her own pixie brethren. After a short and brutal war between the pixies in the Court of Desires, and those of the Gardens, she came out victorious and joined the remaining pixies into one group to tend to my Court in its entirety. She didn’t need help in accommodating the ruthlessness of the Unseelie Domain, as the pixies are rather ferocious warriors. She felled her enemies the same way I did mine, and our presence here was established.” as if catching himself, he heaved a small sigh.

Rook found themself leaning towards Auron, soon resting their head on his shoulder, and he made no comment about that fact.

“What kind of studies did you... have? Do still have?” they wound up asking.

“Anything and everything, dear Rook. From the most mundane topics to the most exotic ones, from craftsmanship requiring zero magic to ones relying solely on magic existing and functioning for them to work. The creations of other species, whether it be valuables, arts, daily items. The different beasts and their natures within any of the Realms. In the Gardens, I had the time and the resources and—” Auron lost himself then in his own tales, like how Rook did when speaking of their latest venture in the Court of the Wild.

He spoke of all manners of topics, the looks of the Court of Knowledge before his departure, the way the waning and waxing of the Moon dictated his own sleep cycle to the point where he did not actually get a wink of sleep during full moons, so engrossed in his work. He had small tangents time and time again, sometimes about the baking time of certain pastries differing just by being in the Fae Realm or the human one, and still unsure if it was the ingredients changing somehow, or the fire itself causing the change. The very art of weapon-smithing was clearly close to his heart as he spoke of the differences that came with having access to magic and lacking it, the methods that were available to humans, and the ones that the fae could use, that made their blades so slender and yet so powerful, even in the face of larger and stronger armaments. The fondness that coloured his words were accompanied by the bitter sting of pain at having lost his Court, even if he was of the mind that the Court of Desires fit him. He must have been different there. No. Maybe he was just the same, just his edge was hidden behind the veneer that was required amongst the Seelie.

Not that they had any intention of being rude, but their eyes drifted shut as his words conjured the images of whatever he was discussing, their brain lazily bringing forth what they may have known of a thing in the Mortal Realm, and then the Fae Realm counterpart was all up to their imagination, which easily lulled them to sleep.

They could deal with the repercussions of falling asleep on a Fae Lord when they woke up.

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It was a dream again... a sad song trilling in their mind, the bright light having been replaced by long, concealing shadows. The song was low and heavy on their heart, like an elegy from one close to the end.

“As I worried. You cannot survive here, can you?” the voice was far too familiar to them, but its tone held hopeless desperation, seeking relief from a dawning horror.

Another song followed, a different tune bringing a bitter sting to their heart, loneliness biting into it like a physical thing, making it skip a beat, protesting the agony. There was hope at the end of the song, but it sounded wrong, empty. A hope for reunion, lacking the confirmation of its possibility.

“I see... what happens then?” again, the voice was trying to be even, calm, but the desperation was undeniable “Your kind is not one for passing on. Death as we know it has no claim upon you.”

The next song was a crooning tune, a soft drawl of notes that sounded suspiciously like a lullaby, as if lulling its own singer to sleep at that point, trailing off and breaking off occasionally. Wrong, incorrect... weak. An apology for leaving, and a forgiveness for its cause. A reassurance of a reunion promised, but holding the pain of separation.

“I will be fine. Here, that is. You know well what we avoided. The consequences are mine to bear.” a song filled with regret answered the whispered words “I will take care of you. I will make sure you are safe. You may rest, old friend.” they could hear the voice get thinner by the end. Choked.

With a soft, solemn hymn that faded into unfinished agony, a deafening silence followed, not even the breath of the other audible, as if unwilling to break the quiet.

The light that filtered through their eyelids was new. No, not really new, they knew the suggestion of an oncoming sunrise had been present at the Court of Desires for a while by then, but it felt... stronger, more present, warm.

Warmth... they were in a bed. The smell of roses surrounded them, soft and sweet and soothing, like a welcome embrace that they’d come to enjoy. It promised safety and security in a way nothing before had, not even in the mortal realm. The silk-soft sheets that embraced them were light, but ensured they were still warm and comfortable underneath.

Any concept of doing something with haste went out the window, like there was molasses in their veins at the mere idea that they should have opened their eyes to see what was going on, where they were, and why there was something warm so near them. A breathing something.

A someone.

While their heart skipped a beat, they still barely managed to crack an eye open at first, the slowness refusing to ebb from their bones, and upon realizing who was next to them, their whole body eased again.

Somehow, the surprise at being in bed next to Auron didn’t hit as hard as it should have. Not when his face was relaxed, the lines of his usual serious Lord of Desires presence smoothed by deep sleep. Once more, the idea of fae glamour came to mind, but Auron didn’t appear like someone who’d spend excess energy on something like that. By all means, he looked ethereal even when carrying himself as an Unseelie Lord must, but this was wholly different. This was just Auron. And he was sleeping. And damn did it bring some thoughts of voyeurism to be seeing him like so. A forbidden moment that Rook witnessed.

Good thing the roses that were all fully bloomed as a crown on his head provided distraction, even as a handful of them were crushed into the soft pillow as he laid on his side. His messy hair also seemed to hide more small buds as it laid in a chaotic halo around him, only emphasized by the endless sunrise adding an even more prominent fiery shine to it.

Before they could process the thought itself, they reached out and brushed their fingers through his soft, messy hair, gently, shifting in the bed for better reach so as not to disturb him. In the apparent early morning silence Rook had time to consider everything a little.

Before they fell asleep, things got a bit... close. Worse yet... or should be worse yet, Rook couldn’t find it in themself to dislike it. Whatever happened before the kelpie interrupted, Rook couldn’t possibly think of it as something bad. The curiosity burned in them as to what could have happened, but their heart was at ease. Warmed even by the fact that they were in a bed with Auron, their cheeks heating up a little bit as well. Still, their soul felt at ease.

Yet, their mind wandered. They had admitted to being drawn to Auron’s looks, at the very least in their own mind. He was more than handsome by human standards, a perfect display of the allure the fairfolk are well-known for. In that same breath, however, he didn’t try to trick them, or at least, it didn’t appear so. They made a deal. It marked Rook for the Court of Desires, in case someone would seek to harm them. It also ensured they’d not try to run off. In hindsight, that never crossed their mind, not really, considering the danger of wandering the Fae Wilds without guidance. Even without considering the simple fact. Auron promised 3 tasks to complete for what amounted to be initially their freedom, only to shift it to their heart’s desire. Probably to try and stay on theme with his Court or something like that. Maybe it was just a whim? But even then... he provided them food and bed to rest their body, and the tasks were... easy. Nothing to cause harm elsewhere or necessarily to them, if they followed the known route of handling interactions with the fairfolk.

He took care of them, and repeatedly insinuated that Rook could stay in the Fae Realm, as if they belonged there already. As if it was that easy. Sending them out to Courts where there was a human too. One who was staying. The Lord of Desires showed them his Court and more. So much more. The must stunning of which was the Gardens, the coveted secret of his Court, as it appeared nobody but its guardians knew of its location. Them and Rook at this point. He allowed them to give nicknames to a pack of giant, ferocious wolves. Showed them a phoenix egg, not even one day in. Even with all the fancy wordplay they’ve performed to abide by both the rules of politeness and so that Rook doesn’t lose more than their title of ‘guest’ to Auron. That still stung a little, actually. A proof that any mistake Rook made could be turned on them.

And yet...

Their fingers still brushed through his hair, a gentle, repeated, soothing motion as they pondered. How many mistakes had they made since without repercussions? Their eyes wandered, and quickly realized what they should have noticed first. They were entirely naked. Very likely, so was Auron, the covers only up to his hips. Said covers had been meticulously tucked around them to bunch between them and separate them... and the weight they just noticed was warm and on their hip was Auron’s hand.

Their breath hitched a little, realizing how careful Auron was with them. Resting in their presence, even if they could imagine he thought he’d be awake before them. It was a reasonable expectation, based on his need for control. They had no idea how much sleep the fae needed in general, but they also recalled him mentioning his own unsteady schedule of rest.

A small, sleepy sound escaped him, stirring from his slumber “Rook?” his voice was rough, addled by the still-lingering dream or lack thereof. Rook tried to remove their hand from his hair, not out of any fear, but to give him his space, but the one on their hip moved and caught theirs with surprising accuracy, the warmth from the mark spreading in reassurance again. They didn’t try to pull away, and watched as he guided their hand back to him, pressing a kiss on their wrist then, his breath warm against Rook’s skin.

“Good morning, Auron.” their voice was low, their cheeks far too warm from the affectionate touch, accompanied by his thumb now brushing their skin, especially as his sleepy gaze found their eyes soon.

“Huh... It seems I had a more restful sleep than I managed in a good long while. Did your sleep provide you with adequate rest as well, dear Rook?” while he may have been trying to be more Fae Lord and less Auron with that question, his voice still being affected by his recent sleep added to the warmth of affection in their chest for sure.

“I... did, it’s kind of you to ask.” they managed, voice tipping into a whisper, not wanting to be too loud, as if the world would come crashing down “I guess you brought me to bed, right?” they smiled, slight nerves coming to light, realizing they had caused an inconvenience to Auron after all the kindness bestowed upon them.

However, he didn’t look the least bit bothered by it. When they thought he might start getting up, he just smiled, a gentle, fond expression, the safety of the situation permitting such a thing.

“Of course I did, dear Rook. I decided that you must have been quite exhausted after all, since you fell asleep while I was oh-so-generously providing an expansive answer your question. With that decision, I have also given you what you may refer to as a ‘free pass’ for such rude conduct.” his voice was teasing, the sleep ebbing from it as he watched their every reaction “However, your diligence in your tasks was not to be overlooked either, which is why I chose to merely ensure you were dry, and then bring you to bed.” That must have been technically true, but with those eyes taking them in with an almost lazy certainty, Rook was wondering if it had anything to do with his offer.

Or offers, multiple. Just because they pertained to the same thing, didn’t mean he hadn’t offered it multiple times in just as many ways.

A kiss pressed on their wrist, and their hand was released, and pulled away fast. Surprise and embarrassment alongside other things that were risky to name, but were fluttery things in their chest, were bringing more heat to their cheeks, while Auron almost casually propped himself up on his elbow on his side to look at them. His gaze shifted to the world beyond the windows, which gave Rook the perfect opportunity.

“You know... I noticed your Court’s been... brighter.” of course they’d noticed it, it was impossible not to, nagging at the back of their brain like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, especially after the storm that the argument with Faust caused.

“I suppose it has been... going against my usual aesthetic preferences.” he mused with a teasing smile “Those colours are not for my Court, that’s for certain. The sunrise may be beautiful, but certainly isn’t... suited to an Unseelie Court. Better for the Seelie. At the very least my furniture isn’t rebelling.” there was no hiding it, he didn’t sound the least bit disappointed by that fact, the warmth in his voice accompanied by a softness to his gaze as he took in the almost silver walls surrounding them.

“Wait, wait, you said the Court is a reflection of you. Then your aesthetic—?” Rook cut themself off, caught off-guard by the intensity in his eyes that found theirs again.

His gaze held no warning, no, but it brought back the same feeling from the previous evening in the bath, their heartbeat stuttering for a moment, and the heat flushing their cheeks. His gaze was searching them for something, before he answered.

“You are correct, dear Rook. The Court of Desires is a reflection of me, yes.” he sat up carefully, Rook following the motion “However, you must agree that one does not control what the mirror reflects of them, right? The whole of this Court? The Court of Desires? It reflects me as I am, and unless I exert my will, which is entirely possible and I am known to do regularly, it will do nothing more than mirror me as I am.” they had to put in extra effort to actually pay attention, because the way half of the roses on his head were the beautiful blooms, the other half having been ruffled and messy and tangled with his hair because of sleep did give an image that was both beautiful, and absolutely adorable. The second of which was not something Auron probably would expect Rook to think of him.

They weren’t completely satisfied with that answer, but weren’t about to question him too much on it. The Court reflected Auron, and much like humans, however enchanted the mirrors were, they still did nothing more than be an honest copy of the original. Give or take whatever magic worked in this Court at times.

“So... I guess once I get ready, it’s time for the third task?” the question was thoughtless, framed crudely after the peace they had established upon waking up, and they swore Auron’s whole body flinched a little at their declaration.

The reminder had jarred them both back into reality.

Rook wasn’t yet done, and so Auron wasn’t either, the offers that were made to the human remaining as such, a third task awaiting explanation and completion, and the Lord of Desires almost looked disappointed by that fact.

“I suppose...” he trailed off with a hesitation they’d not recall hearing from him in such a short time “However, considering the nature of your third task, you have plenty of time to prepare, dear Rook. I have procured a new outfit for you, as this task will take you to areas where something more than a mark would be preferred to ensure your safety.” their confusion must have shown on their face, their words tumbling out not to counter Auron, but just as automated denial.

“You really didn’t—” was all they got out, before the Fae Lord interrupted.

“While I have sent you out to Courts where I could be almost certain such details would not be mandatory to ensure your general safety, it had been a decision that was risky in its own right. Providing you an outfit that leaves no doubt as to the connection to and associated protection of my Court will ensure that you will not be troubled by the lesser of the fae, and be given the appropriate respect by those higher in the ranks.” their confusion shifted to worry as Auron was back in full Fae Lord mode, explaining his reasoning.

“Wait, where will I go?” the question was out with uncertainty tangling into the words.

“Wherever you need to. I know not where the item is.” if he didn’t sound so unbelievably resigned and disappointed as he said those words, Rook would have spent more energy on scolding themself for counting their chickens before they hatched.

That was a huge difficulty curve for a last challenge, just as they feared. It wasn’t anger that prompted their next words though. Their jaws clenched, and they needed a moment to work it loose, using the time measure their words.

“And you somehow expect me to find it? Don’t you... Don’t you think that’s a little unfair?” they refused to allow themself to feel like they would fail. It was just... disheartening.

“As unbelievable as it may sound, I am certain you’ll be able to find it. As for the fairness... I... I apologize for the way it appears. My certainty of your success must make it look rather quite bad.” he took a deep breath “Nobody has managed to find it. No fae, neither Seelie nor Unseelie, of nobility or common folk. No beast or spirit. Yet it is an item brighter than the very sunlight that permeated the Court of Intuition.” he listed and Rook’s eyes strayed from his to the horizon and the sunrise.

Then, they pulled their legs up, and propped their forehead on their knees.

“I regret asking so early.” they almost groaned, before heaving a great sigh as well.

“If it helps, you have plenty of time to prepare. Once we had breakfast, you will be free to seek out help. Considering the size of this task, you must understand that I do not desire to part from you too soon, or allow you to run off without sufficient preparation.” once more he made it clear that wanted Rook’s company, so simple in its explanation that there was no way it could be a lie “I genuinely expect you to visit the Gardens, even if it had not provided me with an answer before, perhaps it could help someone who lacks knowledge on the topic. Not to mention you have made quite decent alliances in two Courts now, so seeking aid from them might be fruitful.” the suggestion was simple as it could be.

Where else would one seek knowledge, but in the very Gardens that made up the Heart of a Court before? And within it was the cutest and likely most terrifying librarian they could think of, who also made it abundantly clear that the human was welcome back to visit.

“Honestly, when you proposed the 3 tasks, I thought you’d try to rush me through them to make my success be even... well, less likely.” an impulsive comment, but nonetheless true, Auron took their time with them, and even revealed the darker truths and his view on his own kind, instead of trying to make them suffer.

“Your observation is quite correct, dear Rook.” his voice was low as he looked over at them, their own gaze having lifted to meet his “I could very well have abandoned you within the Realm to complete the tasks with no aid. I’m quite certain many would have done so, or asked for far more difficult things.” as he spoke, there was something shifting underneath his explanation, like he wanted to talk over his own offer for Rook to stay, to not factor that into the discussion, the gentleness of morning truly shifting into the forced and often faux neutrality of being a Fae Lord “However, you are not here of your own volition, that much had been made clear. You did not seek out the Fae Realm for your own gain. No deal that weighed on your fate carried you here. I am a cruel Lord, that much I own up to, but even I have sympathy for certain circumstances.” how much of that was actual truth, and how much was a cover still for his offers was perhaps only known by him.

Was he trying to convince Rook of everything, or himself, in the end?

“In that vein, isn’t this third task a bit too much?” they challenged with a curious look. They weren’t trying to undermine Auron, but the curve did get a little steep, and they didn’t have it in them to feel shame for the bluntness of how that was voiced.

“This...” it took him a moment to come to yet another conclusion that resulted in whatever answer was to come “Dear Rook, this task is a deeply personal one, but I am confident in saying it is the least dangerous one. The Court of Delights is home to poisons that could end humans in moments, and its allure of joy hides the allure of its gluttony quite well. Never mention the Court of the Wild, home to all manners of beasts, many of which would make quick work of any trespasser, even if the beast in question wasn’t a predator.” their eyes were wide as he explained what should have been obvious to them “Your presence here, and your lack of harm sustained is proof of your ability.”

“So... this time, it won’t really be danger I need to contend with, but the complications within the task itself?” a simple query that received a firm nod from the other.

“Indeed. You are marked and will be dressed in my colours. Nobody could mistake you for anyone other than someone sent by the Court of Desires, and so your search would not be hindered by pointless things. Though both the Courts of Delights and of the Wild are dangerous places, they are also quite straightforward for being Seelie. There is a certain level of safety when one knows the kind of place they are visiting.” Rook gave Auron a look at that, because they were not informed of such minute details before their departure, not that it would have helped them at all, if they wanted to be honest about it “Neither would harbour ill will due to you being human, or due to coming from an Unseelie Court. Most other Courts could use the warning signs, especially due to their populace existing on the well-treaded path leading to their Hearts. Once again, just like my Court’s inhabitants, the Courts you’ve seen keep their native fae population out of the way.” his explanation sounded logical enough, especially as they considered even the human realm having animals that had bright colours to show themselves as dangerous.

Now it would be Rook donning shades that showed danger to others. With how Auron’s outfits looked, they definitely weren’t going to be given anything bright, but if the Seelie Courts held similar differences... no, Seth’s clothing was more natural in colour, but he was also the Lord of the Wild. Of course he’d choose clothing to work with nature. Alphonse wore a lighter outfit, but again, his whole Court looked like some cotton candy dreamscape. Rook’d see what Auron got for them. Somehow the idea of walking around so openly marked for the Court of Desires reminded them of the idea of staying.

“That makes sense, considering what you’ve told me of the fae ranks.” they admitted, watching as Auron climbed out of the bed with a palpable reluctance.

And their face heated up once more, as their earlier assumption of him being just as naked as them was proven true. Sleeping so close, naked, only separated by the damn cover because Auron obviously tucked them in meticulously before going to sleep himself. And if their mind raced with ideas, they wouldn’t be able to hide those anyways, the heat in their cheeks and the absolutely rude staring at Auron’s back undeniable. They recognized that the Fae Lord tensed for a moment, and before they could be accosted by that intense gaze, they started to get out of the large bed themself.

They were most definitely caught again.

Still, they stopped as he started dressing, and Rook was left wondering again. With or without the offer of staying, Auron had treated them well. Fair even, trying to ensure they weren’t completely left to their own devices, but not holding their hand either. Yet, his Court was brightening. The Court of Desires was growing brighter with each glance at it, the sunlight almost having crossed the horizon, just that magical moment before sunrise or the one just after sunset painting the sky and blinding the stars from a large part of its canvas. The polished onyx walls that were almost completely silver now, like actual mirrors creating an eerie and yet much warmer echo to everything, an endlessness that messed with the mind. Yet, that same infinitely repeating scenery was welcoming and guiding Rook all the time. The Court showed its connection to Auron just as clearly when the skies darkened with a bloodred storm of thunder and lightning, no rain to stain the ground. The sunrise beaming through the windows was bringing almost a fire-like quality to his hair now and the dark red of the roses stood out even more in the light. Rook was watching way too long again, but not obviously caught in their lack of actually standing from the bed, halfway out from under the cover, their own nakedness barely a concept of a thought in their mind.

Might as well get dressed.

They managed to finally climb to their feet, rested, and a little unsteady, only to find neatly folded clothes at the end of the bed, clearly having appeared somewhere between them waking up, and appreciating Auron. It seemed the flush to their cheeks was to be a permanent fixture this morning.

Checking the outfit provided, they realized it was much more simple than the many layers Auron wore with deceptive ease. Even in design, most of the garments were simplified, but no less comfortable for it. It was quite reassuring, honestly. Regardless of how mesmerizing it was to see Auron dress up, it didn’t change the fact that Rook didn’t want to appear so incompetent.

“Your discomfort does nobody any good, dear Rook.” As if he read their mind, or they were just that obvious in their hesitation, his voice tried to sound neutral once more, but the seeping warmth was easier to notice with each passing word “I ensured you are provided true comfort, while the same quality that I see as the minimum is met.” just by the touch of the fabric, they wondered what the maximum was, if this softness was not it.

As they finally started dressing themself, Auron’s gaze was almost a physical thing bleeding into an awareness of each most minute movement of their body.

They were given a shirt, silky soft and black, a vest of dark red, with black embroidery, and a longer coat or jacket of black once again, the embroidery on it clearly showing not only the roses Auron had, but the crescent moon that was part of his insignia. Even the buttons were ornate, silver, decorated with roses. The pants were quite plain in comparison, but the midnight black material matched the shirt's shade perfectly. The heat in their cheeks wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t kidding about putting them in his colours. They had to consciously swallow hard at the implication something like this would have amongst humans, and had to consider if it really was only for their benefit.

They donned the jacket last, and as they padded to the end of the bed they saw the shoes waiting there to match their outfit. Once they got them on their feet and checked themself over, they noticed their mirror version admiring the view a bit more openly than they did.

“So? Is it comfortable?” his tone was off, as if their comfort was in any doubt, but upon meeting his eyes, they realized the question was honest, Auron studying them far more intently than necessary, almost worried about any miscalculation. His worry made something warm in their chest curl up contentedly.

“Should I be concerned you actually know my size?” they tried to break the tension, as weak as it was, and earned at least some relaxation returning to the Fae Lord’s eyes.

“Perhaps. If you choose to be. However, what is important is that nobody will have the opportunity to question who sent you.” the heat in his gaze was unmistakable as he appraised Rook being draped in the black and red of his Court, with silver markings denoting the crest belonging to the Court of Desires. The roses embroidered with silver thread alongside the crescent moon reminded Rook that such a display meant a lot amongst humans, and they were highly doubtful it didn’t have similar importance amongst the fairfolk “Let us have breakfast then. Unfortunate as it might be, I have duties to attend to afterwards, and as such I have to leave you to my Court to provide help that I cannot.” the way Auron apologized made it sound like this duty was singular and much more important than what he’d usually have to attend to.

Well, that did pique their interest in a different way. Maybe they could learn more about the duties of a Fae Lord. However, if their intent was to... leave... then why should they? And why did this reluctance come with the consideration of gaining their freedom? Wasn’t it their heart’s desire?

“Sounds like a plan. You’ve given me one hell of a brain-teaser after all.” they smiled at Auron, taking the hand he offered as they left his bedroom, heading to one of the sitting rooms, if Rook had to wager a guess.

The corridors were even more unreal in this bright silver light, and the warmth of the sunrise echoed endlessly in the reflections as well.

“How long do you think this task will take me?” the human ended up asking the other, curious, if the usually confident Fae Lord had an estimate.

“I wish I had an estimate to tell you, dear Rook. Considering I have no idea where the item even is, and knowing how many have wasted years searching for it...” he heaved a sigh “I wasn’t one of them, as my guess only would put it in the Seelie Courts, where I may no longer tread. However, many had sought it there too, so the only certainty I have is knowing it is not gone, for I would know it. Faust... he would know it too.” he heaved a sigh, burdened by knowledge he refused to share this time around.

“Please, don’t tell me you fear I might never return.” despite the panic seizing their own chest at the implication of their words, they hoped it would be taken at least in some jest.

“No, I do not think that.” whether he sought to reassure them or not flew right over their head “You are going garbed in my colours so nobody would dare risk my ire. Should a third party try and harm you, despite seeing the bond willingly shared, they would find themselves in a quite unenviable position. Your safety is as much granted by your general courteousness as it is by the outfit you now wear... and what a vision you do make in it.“ they almost tripped on thin air as their face heated up once more with Auron’s vocalized appreciation of their looks, as well as his repeated affirmation of them being in his colours.

There it was again. That warmth now with the unspoken, but well-established fact of Auron’s offer. Their pride, of course, reared up at the implication that Rook would be unable to complete the task, and that Auron himself prepared for this. A more reasonable part, however, saw it for what it was: An open declaration that Auron enjoyed their company. The Fae Lord desired their presence by his side. The colours were as much a showcase for himself to see the human in  them as it was another offer for Rook themself to see the option available to them.

And they were correct in their guess, as they were taken to a sitting room, looking out over the Court of Desires, showing a few lakes, ponds, and the meadows connected the them amidst the forests. The sunrise still teased at the sky, warming the cool shades of the night and the domain itself. Rook became aware that regardless of where they looked out the windows or over the domain, there was a sunrise on the horizon. Maybe the lack of sun or moon did that to the Court, but with how strange magic could be, they weren’t about to question that aspect.

Once more, a table sat between two armchairs, but the food this time was... different. Auron looked quite pleased with the prepared meal and the tea in the cups. A bit... too pleased.

“For the sake of fairness, and knowing that this is the first time I am offering you something that is not familiar to your palate in its entirety, we are having kelpie for breakfast. It is quite delicious with the right preparation, many human realm spices helping bring out the flavours.” there was something scratching at their brain as he explained it.

“So, wait, I haven’t eaten Fae Realm food yet?” the surprise was written on their face for sure.

“You have. Just when it came to meats, which I know is a sensitive thing to mortals, I have been picking ones that are from your realm to ensure your health is not affected.” his concern with what he knew of humans was quite touching in its own right “I have also ensured there is an alternative prepared, dear Rook, should you find the flavour not to your liking.”

“I mean, I won’t knock it ‘till I try it, Auron, but thank you for letting me know.” they took a seat opposite him, their curiosity piquing now with the knowledge that they’d never had kelpie before.

Auron was watching them as they chose to quickly test it, and well... the spicing was good, but it wasn’t... nothing special. It was good, different, but it didn’t awaken some hidden preference for it, unlocking a new carnivorous state in their mind. It was just good, and they hummed in appreciation of the meal, swallowing the bite before speaking.

“You know, it’s good. Nothing too special, maybe because I’m familiar with the spices, but it is good.” they shrugged a little “It will give me more energy for this third task, I guess. A hearty breakfast does good for everyone.” despite their little rambling, Auron was pleased by the outcome, enjoying his breakfast just the same.

“Understandable. Kelpies are by no means a rarity to eat, but I’m happy to hear you are enjoying the breakfast.” yet, as he spoke, they felt like they were missing something important.

That thought was shoved further back, as they found their eyes catching on the fully bloomed roses in Auron’s hair. They didn’t remember him brushing it. Magic. Had to be. Especially as their own hair was... okay. Not tangled at all. Had to be magic! Not the point, however, not the main point.

“Is something—” their eyes had been constantly returning to them, so it was high time to speak of them.

“Your roses are fascinating.” Rook blurted it out, not completely unintentionally.

“My ro—” having caught him off-guard, one of his hands reaching up and not failing to find one of the flowers sticking out, fingers brushing over the petals with a gentleness unexpected after the suddenness of his movement “Ah, I see.” as if he didn’t realize those blossoms were there all this time “They are... a part of me, my magic, that is. Every Lord has their... thing, so to speak. Mine are these roses. Unwelcome as they are—” Rook cut him off again, especially as he was about to berate his roses.

“I really like them. I think they suit you really well.” they didn’t consider the implications, but the air froze as Auron’s words silenced.

His expression was mostly that of surprise, almost as if that was the mask to whatever he was actually feeling, studying them once more with something stuck between that surprise and... was it wonder? Were they perceived as someone that lost their mind, or someone who was just thoughtlessly honest? Auron finally gathered himself, though it couldn’t have been a few moments.

“I... I am pleased to hear they are to your liking. Their presence is inevitable.” there was a small, resigned sigh accompanying his words, even though Rook’s focus was on trying to discern if that was blush on his cheeks, or the light of the dawn and the sourceless light of the palace were clashing in a hallucinatory way.

Still, even if he was clearly pruning them most of the time, they looked good on him.

“They suit you either way, Auron. Inevitability notwithstanding.” The way he stopped again, regarding them with the open wonder usually reserved for Rook, the human became certain that there was a blush darkening his cheeks.

Not that they’d speak on it.

“Is it not too early to be doling out compliments quite so readily, dear Rook?” while a gentle attempt at taking control over the conversation again, Rook’s smile was indulgent.

“I think it’s the most ideal time, Auron. I am not awake enough to worry about my inhibitions being... well, uninhibited.” their giggle was light, before continuing on their meal, keeping half an eye on the Fae Lord trying to find a solution to the human’s early morning flirts.

While it wasn’t payback, it was heart-warming to witness the other just slightly knocked off-balance. A rare and short experience, for sure.

“You may be right. When mind and body are both rested, perhaps honesty is easier to come by.” coming to this conclusion, he took a sip of drink “Would you like to learn more about your task, dear Rook?”

“Well... I’m looking for the brightest thing in the realms. No clue where, look in the libra- sorry, your Gardens. You know exactly what I’m looking for, but won’t say it, because...” Rook found themself trailing off.

“Trying to explain what it is could potentially impede your search both mentally and with all the fae magic involved. The item itself is imbued with potent magic, otherwise it would have been unable to stay hidden for so long. Were I to tell you it is a book, you would search in the Gardens, maybe the Court of the Moon. But with the fae magic at work, it could very well be hiding as a tree of its own.” considering how paper was made in the mortal realm, the parallel made sense somewhat “It could very well be hidden as a loose feather tucked into a nest by some bird.” and there went the logic they could follow right out the window, but at least it explained that magic could make things take unexpected turns “I told you it’s the brightest in all the Fae Realm, so that this knowledge would open doors for you. Not only my colours, but that understanding that all of the Fairfolk have should help you on the task as well.”

“So, whether I like it or not, staying in the dark is likely to my benefit.” that almost ruined their appetite. The first two times the vagueness was to their clear benefit. This time it felt more... annoying.

“I apologize for the circumstances. However, I would strongly recommend starting your search by visiting the Gardens. With the help of the pixies, Trish especially, you are likely to find aid. There is no rush for you to depart my Court, so make sure you are ready. Whatever you find, I still believe logic would dictate a solution to be somehow hidden in either Court of the Sun or of the Moon.” their expression must have shown some of their surfacing confusion “Remember, the former’s Lord was Faust, the latter’s, myself.” they nodded to that, glancing out the window "The consciousness that magic can mimic may be taking unexpected turns, but the bond to either of us was strong enough to consider some logic applying regardless of the magic's capriciousness." he added the last bit to speak the reasoning out loud, following their gaze to the scenery.

The constant sunrise definitely stirred the wildlife, as though the constant night finally gave way to it, allowing the birds to sing their songs, which filtered through the glass softly.

“Am I seeing things, or your Court had become more... well, active? Lively?” they turned back to Auron with a soft look, noticing how he needed a moment to measure out a reply that he found suitable.

“I suppose, much like the lighting conditions of my Court, the activity levels within it have been changing. I shall leave it up to you, if you chalk it up to the upcoming event making everyone buzz with excitement, or something else.” avoiding a proper answer, as expected, but clearly leaving Rook to draw their own conclusions.

Whatever the upcoming event was, maybe they could ask about that as well, their curiosity needing satiating, blaming that was still a very horrible attempt at subterfuge. Not since Rook properly understood that the Court is intimately connected to its Lord.

Based on what happened before they fell asleep... they chose to think the Court of Desires was reflecting the good mood Auron felt with them. In their company, specifically. That the roses in his hair were symbols of the same good mood and maybe even comfort with Rook’s company. The sunrise was prominent for the same reason, as well as the singing birds. They doubted Auron would willingly spend so much time with someone, if he disliked their company.

Yet, it never hurt to double check theories.

“You don’t sound mighty excited about this event.” as tactful as they could manage, Rook pointed out the inherent dislike just radiating from Auron the second he mentioned that event.

“Nobody likes arranging anything that involves the Courts coming together. Nobody. This event perhaps only happens every couple hundred years, but it has always been a pain to manage, as it requires a night-sky Court. Many of the Seelie Courts have a dark sky, but it needs one of actual night. Endless, starry... this fact limits the Courts severely.” he pinched the bridge of his nose with a suffering sigh “And the unfortunate truth is that my Court is one of the least risky for all Fae Lords and nobles.” their eyebrow rose in question at that, but didn’t want to break his focus “Unseelie I may be and banned from stepping foot in the Seelie Courts, but my Court has strict rules that I not only stick to as a Lord, but I make sure all do.” he made a vague motion with his hand.

“What do you mean? I suspect killing during an event is forbidden.” they pointed it out curiously.

“One of the many rules. However, poisoning is a thing many tried. My Court is sensitive enough to know if someone were to risk that.” their confusion returned, realizing that this intimate connection the Court seemed to reach further than they believed.

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘sensitive’.” they couldn’t help the question, eyes searching Auron’s.

“This is the Court of Desires, dear Rook. While I don’t actively seek out this information, I am on high alert during events, and so my Court actively watches for those desiring harm be brought onto another.” while that was perfectly reasonable, Rook’s mind immediately jumped to a completely different topic.

They thought they were over this since they woke up. Their cheeks heated. The bath. After waking up. If Auron was so sensitive to those in his Court, then he could very well read their own thoughts.

Their desires.

Right?

Yet, he barely acted any different. Then again, they had a deal going on. That could also be the reason for that. Still, the thought rang in their mind.

‘Auron could read everyone’s desires?’

They must have looked confused and concerned at the very least, if the worry entering Auron’s expression was anything to go by, a hand reaching for their own holding the teacup they had reached for before.

“Dear Rook, had I said something to cause an upset? You went quiet.” such an innocent and almost innocuous question, coming from a place of what appeared to be genuine concern for their well-being.

They refused to believe it wasn’t genuine, damn all stories of the fairfolk.

“It’s not... It’s not upsetting... I just right now sort of understood how deeply the Courts are intertwined with their Lords.” while their mind was going a mile a minute, trying to give Auron a reassuring smile.

Was he able to read them all this time?

Would he have any reason to look?

Would they mind if he did?

Would they know if he was reading them? Would it be something tangible? Would he have any reason to look?

‘Would Rook actually mind?’

"Are you-" Auron started to try and question again.

“I wouldn’t call it upsetting. I just didn’t realize Courts can be like that.” Rook tried to explain it simply, though it merely revealed how little they understood of fae magic.

“Every court has its quirks, and it’s up to the Lords to hone, develop, and generally manage these quirks. To bring an example, before my exile to the Court of Desires, the Court of Knowledge would let me know if anyone had something new they could leave within the Gardens. Whether it be a physical copy, or it was information that needed to be written down was not specific. However, it was something the Court knew, and therefore so did I. Alphonse’s Court has full permission from him to grant what its denizens want, and that leaves most in a contented haze. This same haze and comfort helps trap intruders too. Kind of the opposite is true for the Court of the Wild. Its creatures are its eyes and mind, and from the smallest mice to its largest dragon, the creatures are keenly aware of the heart and soul of whoever wanders within its borders. Exceptions are the Wild Hunts, but those extend beyond the boundaries of the Court, and the fae know their timings well.” their attention was captured by these details, and considered their own fortune in many ways.

“What about other courts? You’ve mentioned the Courts of Sun and Moon to be different than what they were.” the question came fast, and Auron nodded.

“Indeed. The Court of the Sun has lost its clarity since Faust’s exile, but it is maintained by its current Lord quite decently, even without the clear foresight. As for the Court of Kno- I mean, Moon... Dear Rook, the Gardens is here. That Court is nothing but a shell, a façade to hide the loss of my Gardens.” he was proud of his collection, his knowledge, even moreso of the fact that despite his removal from the Seelie Courts, his work refused to part with him.

“So despite everything, your Court is still seen as a safe zone for everyone.”

Auron gave them a meaningful look at that. The scrutiny searched their very soul, before the Fae Lord reacted to their statement.

“I believe it is what mortals call ‘making an example’. Being able and willing to do something like that in a public setting of supposed celebration is highly frowned upon, however. It’s interesting that most would deem my Court to be of the greatest safety because of such actions.” his musings reminded Rook of what they’ve already heard.

Hell, everything Faust said only confirmed that this was a strange fact for the other Lords to agree on. If what Faust stated was the truth, then Auron should be seen as bloodthirsty, right? A murderer, a kinslayer. So maybe there was more to his rule of the Court of Desires and his previous one’s loss that they hadn’t puzzled together yet.

“I guess they see you as someone sticking to his own rules.” that was a shot in the dark in a way, as Auron didn’t reveal much of his own rules and laws, other than the warning and reinforcing that everything in his Court obeyed him.

“That might be the case. Perhaps my lack of doing anything untoward since my removal from the Seelie Courts has something to do with it. It matters not. I am given the unwelcome task of hosting the event, and as such have to leave you to your own devices. Not that I think my presence would aid your investigation, let alone be an acceptable part of our deal, dear Rook. After all, what kind of a challenge would it be, if I walked you through it?” he tried to make it sound like something of a joke, but he was right. Rook was trying to complete the tasks to gain their freedom after all.

‘No, it’s for what your heart desires’

The voice in their head reminded them sounded deceptively like Auron’s own. An almost beckoning siren’s call that brought back all the times in this short while that the Fae Lord alluded to Rook staying, being given the option to do so, leaving the human almost confused if this was his wish, or their own.

Perhaps both...

“Not that you could walk me through it, if I have to head to the Seelie Courts.” the reply came accompanied by something of a teasing smile, and they got one in return.

“Quite right. However, that should pose no problem for you.” him being confident in their abilities on their behalf was something that warmed their heart.

“Though... I know I shouldn’t, but... Auron, what happens, if I fail?” it was easy to see that this last task had much greater importance than the others.

“Ah, yes...” for once, the Fae Lord glanced away, as though uncomfortable at the idea itself, or just the answer that he’d give “You understand this task is the lion’s share of the three. Failing to complete it, though you’d succeeded in the previous two would be... well, a failure nonetheless, and our deal states completion of the three tasks.” he looked back to them meeting their eyes with a warmth that was intending to soothe their concern “However, that shall be a bridge we cross if we ever get there. Intent and belief are powerful sources of magic of their own, so I’d rather you focus your energies on succeeding, than considering failure.” he clearly understood the Sword of Damocles that hung over Rook with the deal, he just didn’t have a way to dull the edge of it.

Not that Rook expected him to. Just because they were conflicted didn’t mean that Auron had to handle them like they were fragile. Not to mention, the prize for success was what their heart desired. For all intents and purposes, and all the ways Auron spoke of this item, it is something his own heart yearned for in some way, and none of those ways sounded to be... wrong. They weren’t covetous, not stained by greed to own the brightest thing in the Fae Realm as an Unseelie Lord, and as such Rook was left with the understanding that this had to be a fair deal for what they were offered.

“You make a good point.” admitting it to be so was easy, their meal soon finished “May I ask about the event though? You’ve been so carefully avoiding talking about it.” they sort of expected the coming answer, only accentuated by the soft smile gracing Auron’s lips before he shook his head.

“No, you may not. There is enough on your mind already, and creating clutter by wasting precious time on explaining the complexities of it is pointless. I merely hope that you shall be back by the time it is to begin. That would surely save on explanations.” the wriggling warmth in their chest refused to be named, and they didn’t try to name it either upon hearing Auron’s hope of their participation.

“Even if I fail the task?” they knew the answer before they even finished the question.

“Even if you fail the task.” was the immediate confirmation “What is to happen during the event is miraculous, and a sight to behold even for the fairfolk. I cannot imagine denying the experience to a mortal to be anything but malicious cruelty.” he clearly wanted to go into more detail, but shook his head “So no, your success or lack thereof will not affect that. It will, however, affect what’s to follow. After all, you may either ask for your reward... or be a subject to my demands in turn.” the chill that ran up their spine was terrifyingly not unpleasant.

Considering that the last bit was certainly meant to be some sort of threat, it was not doing its job, or at least not when it came to invoking fear. Not that Rook would admit such a fact outside the boundaries of their own mind. Hopefully being able to read desires didn’t extend to such thoughts. Then again, looking at Auron, one could never tell. For the most part, he had good control over his expression, give or take a few times they’ve seen him slip.

That’s when his actual wording caught up to them.

“P-Pardon?” they sputtered just a little, trying to go back mentally to when they made the deal.

“Oh, I have never quite stated what I would demand of you, should you fail to complete your tasks, correct?” they came up blank, only their success was discussed.

Okay, Rook took back anything good they had to say about Auron being genuine. Scratch all of that. They foolishly missed that absolutely ginormous hole in their deal, naively accepting it at the time. Even if Auron was confident in their success, the fact that Rook failed to account for their failure at that point was an oversight that could cost them—

“Breathe, dear Rook. I am not unfair in my demands. Allow me to add the price of your failure to our deal now, okay?” while being instructed to breathe, the air stuck in their lungs at the offer.

They forced themselves to exhale slowly, the Fae Lord waiting for them to focus on him again.

“I have offered you the prize of what your heart desires, right? How about your failure grants me what mine does? Well, within the boundaries of your abilities, of course.” there was nothing persuasive in his tone, there was no honeyed voice trying to drip poison in their ears. It was an almost nonchalant, logically sound, balanced offer.

At first.

Then the implications sank in further, and Rook couldn’t help but look mortified.

“Within my abili— Auron, what could I even offer that is out of your reach?” renewed panic was setting in, and they almost jumped, caught off-guard as the Fae Lord reached a hand over and put it over their own tightly closed fist.

“Dear Rook, look at me.” from their hand, back up to meet his eyes, they did as he asked of them, his voice carrying that soothing warmth that lulled them to sleep the night before “I promise on whatever honour I have left as a Fae Lord, that in case of your failure, I will not ask for anything you cannot provide in your own power right at the time of my asking. No backhanded demands, future children as sacrifices, taking lives, none of the sort. Just what you are capable, and willing to give.” that was a surprisingly specific way to explain what he wanted without actually doing so.

Regardless of his vagueness, the Fae Lord still made it sound like he had an exact demand in mind, and was keeping it from them for his own benefit. Which was reasonable, since they were facing up against the last task to earn their freedom.

“I—” their voice choked in their throat as they tried to swallow down their worry “I appreciate it, Auron.” their smile was maybe a little forced, but they hoped that it was honest enough “I still find it unlikely I can offer anything that any fae could truly want.” they added with a shaky smile.

“Leave that for me to decide, dear Rook. You should be concerned about your task.” surely he brushed them off like that, and they could have considered it hurtful, but they could see the rationale with there being a task appearing insurmountable before them.

“I don’t have much of a choice, right? But, for what it’s worth, I’m grateful for your hospitality.” they felt the urge to thank him, as his kindness hadn’t been lost on them “Plus, surviving this long is already pretty impressive, right?” Auron nodded with a smile of his own, before finishing his tea and meal.

“Being sent off alone to complete tasks and returning from them alive is quite the achievement on its own.” he agreed, before heaving a sigh “I have to start on my duties, much to my dismay, however. Despite what I should say, as losing a bet is not a desirable outcome, I genuinely recommend you make sure to gather whatever information you can glean from the Gardens and any other location that might come to mind. Going out without the necessary knowledge would do nothing but guarantee your failure. While that would be preferable for my pride as a Fae Lord, it would be rather rude after all the help I have offered you.” his warning was benign, but held the edge of pending disappointment.

Rook nodded, watching him stand up “I hope you know your kindness is appreciated, Auron. Is it alright, if I consider things here for a while longer?” the question was simple enough, and Auron nodded.

“Of course, dear Rook. Take your time, and may your good fortune follow you on this latest task of yours.” they felt the mark warm on their wrist warm up, immediately associating it with a reassuring touch “On a small parting note, your creative ways of saying thanks are quite amusing, but are not necessary. Our deal binds the hands of all fae, including me, and secures your life from any undue effects of showing gratitude to anyone.” the teasing lilt of his voice was not lost on them, as their gaze met, the tilt of his lips suggesting a smile, leaving the room before Rook could collect themself.

“I’ve been avoiding saying ‘Thank you’ for nothing? All this time?” if the laugh that bubbled from their chest was a little hysteric, nobody could blame them.

A lot had happened in a short time, and this information was just the icing on the cake at this point.

Rook decided to let themself make a game plan though. Whatever little they could do without further information.

This task was a stark contrast to the other two. Auron clearly told them where to go with those. The Court of Delights, and the Court of the Wild. They were unsure what made him truly desire to seek something from those two places specifically, but it didn’t matter at this point, did it. They were given two easy tasks: a favourite thing, and a favourite being. Compared to those two, suddenly asking for the ‘brightest thing in the entire Fae Realm’ was an almost cruelly steep rise in difficulty. However, he seemed apologetic about not revealing more of the thing. He told them, quite clearly, that their chance of finding it would lower, if they knew more. Which was kind of a stupid thought. Maybe his silly explanation was due to not being able or willing to share what fae magic lay beneath its surface. It had to be those enchantments then, creating the barricade. However, they knew for sure it had to be a single, solitary item. Auron’s explanation was certain, if vague, laced with his knowledge of the item. His recommendations also echoed this. Seek help from the Garden, and speak with Trish to gain more insight.

So starting at the obvious place remained he obvious choice.

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Walking the mirror-clear silver corridors of the palace was surprisingly not a lonesome experience. How could it be, when even without Auron’s company, they had their mirror image guiding and silently sassing them from the upside down world of their own, on the other side of the floor, mostly. It was more surprising to consider that their reflections on the walls seemed to lack this distinction. Yet, they watched themself go ahead and lead the way to the Gardens, a familiar door of its own, their mirror image allowing them to catch up and reunite as they opened it together, feet crossing from polished floors straight onto soil and grass, the air changing immediately, like stepping outside.

It was just as breathtaking and serene as the first time Auron took them there. It almost appeared abandoned. However, after a few steps, Rook raised their voice, the knowledge that forests dampen sounds coming to the forefront of their mind.

And still, it was a library, so they barely managed to reach the register that would have made their voice a shout.

“Hello? Trish? Anyone? I-uh, need some help!" Their request was followed by the sound of an almost ominous humming buzz picking up, one that brought forth the moment just before the nightmare that comes with disturbing a hornet’s nest.

The sound soon died down though, the singular, slightly glowing form of a pixie appearing from the foliage, and the human soon recognized that it was indeed Trish herself.

“Dearie, hello there! Aren’t you dressed to the nines today! And in our great Lord’s best no less! How may I help you?” Rook lifted their hand to accommodate the fluttering pixie “Not gonna lie, Rook dearie, you look mighty troubled, despite your smile.” She pressed gently.

“I... ugh, well, I got my third challenge from Auron.” They began watching as Trish crossed her legs and leaned forward.

“Do tell! Seeking something here means-”

“He asked me to find the brightest thing in all the realms.” Trish visibly flinched as they revealed that, her light flashing bright before dulling back down, but her smile was back in seconds.

“My, my... that boy never learns... or maybe he already learned...” she shook her head "The brightest thing... quite the challenge, isn’t it? He wasn’t wrong to send you here, don’t misunderstand, dearie. Many, many have tried to find it-” they cut her off, not trying to be rude, but they didn't need to hear the same spiel.

“I-I know, Auron told me. I guess even you tried?” they asked instead, hoping to shift the answers a bit.

“Yes. For more reasons than one. But when the Gardens shifted, I... I had to focus on the situation here. A-anyways, that would hardly help your situation now, Rook dearie.” She stood up on Rook’s hand.

“Yeah, Auron was being all vague. I guess you have to be the same?”

“Pretty much, dearie. I know it’s a pain. But please know, it’s not an unfair challenge, despite how it looks. Our Lord may be somewhat temperamental, but he wouldn’t put you up to this, if he felt it would be pointless. If the challenge is fair, then even its failure is an honor in its own right.” Rook pouted, rolling their eyes a little.

"But if everyone knows what it is, then why not just tell me?” The frustration was hard to bite back and not unleash on Trish.

“Because you are human. The last time most of our kind had seen it was when fresh blood was spilled on it and stained its purity. You must know why Auron is here, right? That the Unseelie domain is punishment for his crime?” Trish didn’t sound accusatory at all, more like stating facts.

“I know... I know he killed.” that knowledge was still painful, but Rook tried to brush it off.

“And the realm remembers it. Many witnessed it. The light dimmed at that act, and darkened upon his exile. He was, after all, exiled by law, not by his Court. In any case, with the light gone, there wasn’t much to do, but search.” there Trish went, just as weird as Auron with the explanations.

“How can something just be gone, Trish?” an obvious question.

“I mean, an enchanted piece of elite fae craftsmanship having its own will, events triggering the return of some ancient magics... makes for some powerful mixture of powers. Auron must have gone against the will he beheld, as there is no skill great enough in any of the fairfolk, let alone him, to hide something so unique. No, it was hidden by a will of its own, after Auron forced it to kill.” the pixie’s explanation held so much more than what Rook could possibly root out without knowing what the thing actually was “Auron would probably be the happiest to get it into his hands again, and you being who you are gives him hope for success.” though it still left the human with a question.

“What if it’s wrong to help him find it? What if it stays away from him on purpose?” it was a reasonable concern, not wanting to be a pawn in some twisted game. Though the very idea that the Fae Lord would play such a trick on them made their heart ache.

“If it was him that it avoided, it would have found its creator again instead. However, Faust hadn’t seen hide nor hair of it.”

“Wait...” the information clicked in their head from Faust’s words “The thing that Faust made and the brightest thing are one and the same?” Rook was reeling a bit from the connection. Faust made the thing that Auron killed with? How? Why would Auron use that? Faust lost his Court over that? They understood Auron did, of course. A public murder like that would get anyone exiled, not just a Fae Lord. Humans would have been the same. Did it change their opinion on Auron? No, not really, since they knew about his ability and willingness to kill as one of the Unseelie. That was no longer a surprise, and Rook was willing to accept it as part of his life to protect his Court and retain his position.

He never threatened their life, however. That was important. He was an impeccable host. Maybe even more than impeccable.

“Yes. It should come as no surprise, since Faust did reign in the Court of Intuition, the groves bathed in blinding light only he could see through.” Trish explained.

“But this thing is brighter than that even?”

“Yes. It was seen as the guiding light of the Court of Knowledge. Some thought it was a shard of Faust’s very power forged into an item. That is not possible, however. A Lord’s power is not a whole that can be split, especially not when already intertwined with a Court, but that’s a long discussion to be had. The item’s presence changed nothing of how Auron ran the Court of Knowledge at the time.” she shook her head as she looked towards the trees of the Gardens.

“Auron had also been quite... pointed in recommending that I check out either the Court of the Sun or the Court of the Moon. With what I know, I think he might be right, but hadn’t so many searched there?” all of this searching idea still felt foreign to them, especially not knowing just what kind of time passed between this whole change to the present.

“They have, dearie. But no humans have tried yet.” there was an unspoken sentence there.

‘You hadn’t tried yet.’ remained unsaid, hanging in the air heavily.

“Are you suggesting that I find Faust, in the end?”

“No! Not at all. He’d not help you with this. He tried, probably harder than any other amongst the fae! Even after his Court rejected him. Even more so after his Court rejected him. The Court of the Night may be a beauty of its own, but Faust’s eyes are made for seeing through the vastness of brightness concealing the future, not discerning what is written in the stars. They don’t speak of the future here, after all."

“But he knows about it.”

“He does... maybe he would even give you pointers, gods know he has just as much interest in its recovery as Auron, but he won’t be helping you, per se. And if he accompanied you, there’s the chance that it would hide from you as well, because of his presence. He may have free reign to travel the Courts, unlike Auron, but if it didn’t appear to him alone, he won’t find it in your company either. You... You’ve experienced that the two of them... don’t really see eye to eye on much of anything.” that was a bit of a shift, and not completely true, but Trish's assessment was true.

“Yeah... that was a pretty messy first meeting.” they admitted “It almost sounded like he was worried about me, but also was... hating the fact that I’m a human? Based on what little I know, he didn’t have any bad experiences with humans, did he?” being practically referred to as something that didn't have personhood definitely hurt Rook's feelings, regardless of it coming from a fae.

“Not any worse than most of the fairfolk. If anything, with his frequent visits to the Court of Delights, he should have a good opinion on humans with the one usually staying there, if not in the Court of the Wild.” Trish huffed a little, shaking her head “Now, how about we start searching? Since I have no clue what to look for at this point, you’ll have to do it."

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, the Gardens help those who seek. You seek information that could help you find... it. The item. Or help Auron, if you think that’s the key. Or help yourself succeed, such selfishness isn’t discouraged amongst the fae, despite the Seelie pretense.” she listed it all with deceptive ease.

So Rook shut their eyes, shaking the feelings of restlessness from their form accompanied by a deep, already weary sigh. A quiet apology followed that, aimed at Trish about how Rook’s body became an unstable perch for a moment. Then, focus. Visualizing, setting their soul on the path to obtain information that could help them find the brightest thing. The thing that disappeared after it dimmed. The thing Auron forced to cause harm. The thing Faust made. The item of craftsmanship that connected two fae Lords.

The rustling that came from the foliage sounded like an answer, the winds brushed the leaves as though speaking to Rook themself. They didn’t dare open their eyes yet, wanting to focus more, ensure they didn’t miscal—

“Dearie! Right there!” Trish’s voice came loud and excited, but further away as she stopped halfway to one of the trees where the bark was already outlined with the gold light of shelves and books and their spines, the letters shimmering, as if inviting Rook to read.

Wait. Gold?

Brows furrowed as they approached, Trish excitedly checked the shelf.

“Hmm... this is weird. All of these are books, but...” she tried to touch one of the tomes that had no words on its spine “It’s like the tree’s telling you everything will be in these three. Let’s see... Extended History of—”

“—Capital Punishments and Banishments.” Rook finished for her, realizing they could read the words easily “Law of Life: Extended Collection of Written and Unwritten Rules of All Classes of Fairfolk. Huh.” they blinked a little as they took the book off of the shelf, the subtitle too small to read on the spine “For Interactions with other realms seek Law of Life: Rules of Realms.” they snorted at that, just a little. Their gaze went to check the final book, brows furrowing “I cannot read that, Trish.” the pixie settled on their shoulder, humming a little.

“Neither can I, dearie. Which is much more weird to consider.” she sounded like she was pouting “In any case, let’s get to that book you took down. Checking the rulebook for clues can’t hurt.” the encouragement wasn't lost on them.

“Isn’t it a little weird that it is supposedly writing down unwritten rules?” they questioned.

“Oh, Rook dearie, no, nonono. That’s not unwritten rules written down. Much like the item you are looking for, some rules are to be known. Depending on whose hands are holding the book, those things that are unwritten might appear, or they might not. You’ll never notice if a bit didn’t show up. Now—”

Rook suddenly and randomly opened up the tome, allowing the pages to flutter and settle on their own. They had to trust the Gardens to know what they were seeking after all.

“The duty of the Court of Intuition is to know and counsel on the future of other Courts, destined fates, and aid in preserving the realm’s order and peace. The Lord of the Court is not allowed to become Judge, Jury, or Executioner of said knowledge, and is prohibited from interfering in fates. The Lord of the Court is to see fate and future as it will be, unchanging and unflinching, an impartial party.” they frowned as they finished the paragraph, going onto the next “The Court of Knowledge has the simplest, yet most vast responsibility of all: gather all past and current knowledge on all things, creations, beings, and happenings that exists at any given time. The Court’s Lord is to maintain and honor the collection, and is not allowed to reject any knowledge from being entered into the collection, including but not limited to: laws, dreams, and desires.” they read it out loud, and Trish was humming in agreement.

“Yes, yes, those are the factual functions of those Courts, and limits of their Lords.” the pixie confirmed with a hum, reading from her perch on their shoulder.

“Sure, but it’s not much help to me now, is it.” they huffed, annoyed, but not blaming the book or the Gardens. It probably meant to have them connect something or other, or reaffirm what they already knew.

Still, they flipped through the pages of the book just as carelessly as they opened it up, leaving themself at the mercy of the Gardens. The lack of warning of concern from Trish just told them that it was not a stupid idea.

“There are two aspects of the laws that may Execute punishment: the magics of the realm, and the Council. The magics, ancient or present, are the primary executioner of law, wordlessly carrying out the will of the realm in all its aspects. Whether it’s localized, like a Court rejecting a Lord or an inhabitant partially or completely, or generalized, like a full banishment from the Seelie to the Unseelie, the magics cannot be countered or overruled. Such Judgements can be permanent or temporary, and it is up to the affected individual to reflect on the punishment received and either accept it, or work towards appeasing the magics.” they frowned at that, knowing that it was not the one that affected Auron “The Council of Lords refers to the Seelie Council. All Lords of the domain gathered and in unity can pass judgement of their own, if they agree the Court or magics are not acting in accordance with the propriety of the realm. While assignment to the Unseelie Courts is not always a punishment, it had become utilized before for specific crimes. One of those crimes is violating the first rule of the realm: the sanctity of life.” Rook hummed at that “Makes sense, I guess. Let’s see... Taking a life must be punished by the Council, if the magics of the realm do not deem a punishment need be rendered.” they snorted at that “I thought magic was above all. Whatever. Anyone of lower class than Lord of a Court is to be executed— what? Where is the sanctity of life in that?” they glanced at Trish.

“Don’t ask me, I literally led a pixie army and decimated the pixie population in this Court to settle things. I’m not too big on the whole—well, that.” she shrugged.

“Right. If a Lord were to take a life, banishment to the Unseelie Courts is the only suitable option. The magics of displacing a Lord shall either give them leave and continue their duties as a Lord there, or they shall fail and fall.” Rook stopped there, brows furrowing “What about the Court of the Wild then? It doesn’t... fit.” reluctant choice of words, they frowned, knowing for a fact that the Court of the Wild was just like any wilderness in some ways.

“Oh, that’s easy. In the Court of the Wild, the prey are usually beasts or... well, lesser creatures. Spirits at times of certain Wild Hunts. The Wild doesn’t diminish the sanctity of life, but honors its end, and—”

“Right, right, classic hunting and honoring the prey, got it.” Trish’s wings did something, making a sound Rook immediately identified as the sound of an angry hornet buzzing at their ear, needing immense control to not jerk away from it.

It was just Trish. She wasn’t a hornet. She was probably more dangerous though. But she wouldn’t harm them.

“You’re oversimplifying it, Rook dearie, but... yes, that is in essence what it is. In any case, the Court of the Wild is Seelie now, regardless of what happens within and without its bounds.” the pixie pretty much gave up on them regarding the topic, but didn’t sound too annoyed by it.

Just a little.

Their attention returned to the book.

“No Lord shall be displaced from their rank upon banishment to the Unseelie Courts, however, the Seelie Courts’ rules no longer apply to them after the transition.” their brows furrowed just a bit “Right, that tracks. Should the Lords understand their hubris and repent, the chance of returning to the Seelie Courts is granted to them. Not by the Council, but by the magics themselves inviting them back.” another frown “That is absolute bullshit, Trish. That is unfair. Why the hell— don’t the Seelie poison each-other on the regular? How are there any Seelie left at this point? Shouldn’t they—” their quickly flaring outrage was silenced by the interruption of the very pixie they were questioning.

“Poisoning is not a sin, dearie. Poison is covert. Unless you go around telling everyone that you poisoned someone, nobody should be able to pinpoint your involvement, which makes it a murder, but not a sin. A death, that was perhaps perpetrated by you, but was not out in the open.”

“So... so, what, did Auron jus-just what? Lop someone’s head off in front of everyone?” the silence that descended on the whole of the Gardens was more than a quiet.

It was an absence of movement to the point where Rook suddenly felt afraid to breathe. To move. Trish’s silver glow lost its warmth and turned cold, the forest that was the Gardens an oppressive pressure on Rook. They didn’t need further explanation. It really was that public. While it was hard to wrap their head around it, they had to move on.

“Right...” they needed to breathe, so that one word, was airy and choked but still needed to be said, a painful reminder that there was a reason Auron was an Unseelie now, yet it broke the tension in the air, allowing the Gardens to breathe again, alongside the human. Their gaze returned to the tome, fingers tightening their hold to suppress the rattling shiver that was trying to take over their bones “Hmm... Thus far, only a few Lords have obtained such amnesty from the realm following their banishment.” they mumbled the sentence, still feeling the tension, regardless of its easing.

“Yeah, and— hey!” their hold shifting suddenly, they slammed the book shut, their soul completely certain there was nothing more for them there.

They already learned far more than they intended. Or maybe than they thought they would.

“This one’s plenty enough right now.” they slid the large book back on the shelf, and took off the other one they could read “I shouldn’t need much from all the punishments and banishments, right?” once more, they cracked the book open blindly, allowing the Gardens and the Court of Desires to guide their hand and what they found “Huh... that’s weird, like, look here! I can read this part. Let’s see... The Lord of Delights, Alphonse, and the Lord of the Wild, Seth, were banished to the Unseelie Courts by— what the hell is that, I can’t read that!” their complaint was quickly tempered by a factual realization of the book and their ability to read it “Then again, their names are written in different color, so I’m betting it’s the magic at work hiding their true names.” accepting that as fact, they continued.

“Very likely, dearie. It’s not often that humans hold books here, as you can imagine. And it’s best to skip over... him.” Trish’s light noticeably dimmed.

“You mean the name I can’t read? Trish, whoever that was sentenced Al and Seth to be Unseelie! And they are Seelie now! Again, I guess? What does that mean?” their eyes returned to the pages.

“Dearie, please...” the pixie pleaded, but did nothing to stop them from reading, trusting the Gardens to do its job.

“... reason for exile: Unity of Courts? What. What? How- Trish! The other book said only a Council-no! The Council can banish Lords. Now this places the decision of banishment squarely on this-this-this single Lord? This one person? Being? How is that fair? And the reasoning? Unity? Agreement? Bond? Whatever it means, but bond between Courts? Between the Lords? This is not right, Trish!” having nothing else to direct it to, their glare found the pixie, and her eyes studied them, clearly hurt, but not due to their apparent anger.

“Yes!” she finally exploded in turn, almost exasperated “That was deemed by the Lord a danger to all Courts. Fae unity like so was a risk to all other Courts, because it was twice the magic, and two different sources to it. Fae don’t cooperate unless necessary. And those two... they didn’t just cooperate, they were in love. Lords shouldn’t take one-another as lovers.” she shook her head “It’s just an excuse, because indeed, two Courts united like that would be dangerous to fight, but they were Seelie, and I’m sure they had no intent to challenge anyone.” Rook felt their chest tighten uncomfortably at the thought that those two were put through such trials because of them just meshing well.

Perhaps they will take a detour and visit them to talk about this. After all, the book didn’t speak of their return, and they were both back to being Seelie, and still close-knit. They couldn’t have given up their affection for one-another. Shaking their head, they focused on the page again, finding the next exile to be familiar.

“Auron...” their eyes narrowed at the name etched in silver instead of the gold, just like Al’s and Seth’s names before “Of course it’s him. The murder of-yeah, yep, still can’t read it. Looks just the... huh, the same as the name I can’t read. Banished from Seelie Courts as per Council decision, forcefully removed from the Court of Knowledge, granted domain of the Court of Desires. Why is it written like that?” the name of the Court was written in a weird font, like someone else wrote the name there.

“Oh, he was exiled to a Court, but when such a location just appears, nobody truly knows what that Court is to be. Until the Court bowed to his will fully, nobody was certain what he would rule over. I mean, he was kind of a nightmare at the time, but the pixies here needed some beating up anyways. Khm, so. He tamed the Court, and it turns out the Court of Desires appeared many times to many Unseelie, looking to see if they were worthy. Some perished, some fled. Auron? He took over. It’s even more his Court than the Court of Knowledge.” Trish detailed with some excitement when it came to the conquest of the Court “Not long after that, the Gardens settled completely here as well.”

“I see. Fae magic makes no sense to me.” that conclusion was evident by then, not just from this discussion with Trish. Rook barely could comprehend the concept of what made the difference between fae magic and what the pixie called ancient magics.

“Neither does it make sense to us, Rook dearie. Anything not directly coming from a fae, Lord or otherwise, is beyond our comprehension. It is to be accepted and yielded to.” and there went their only hope of having someone actually understand what was going on behind the veil of difference between the mortal realm and here, which now looked more like an insurmountable wall.

Then again, they didn’t really need to have a full understanding to continue onward.

“You just roll with it, like I do.” they laughed a little, before turning their attention back to the book, eyes wide upon seeing the next paragraph “Faust?” frowning, they continued “Their details are so close to each-other in both books. As if they were connected.” that was concerning in many ways, with what little Rook was privy to.

“If you ask Faust, it’s Auron’s fault. However... just read on, dearie.” their gaze returned to the book.

“Rejected by the Court of Intuition...” their eyes got wide upon understanding the difference “Invited to reign over the Unseelie Court of Night. Unique ability - Foresight - lost.” his ability was lost, just like that? Their gaze turned to Trish “Is this why he is so hostile?” if he really did lose something so important, then Rook would understand why he was so disagreeable.

“As I said, he believes this is Auron’s fault. As you can see in the book... it isn’t. See, Fae books, especially ones written within the Gardens are entirely forced to show an objective truth. It is not hands that write these tomes, but the magic itself that governs the Gardens... that governed the Court of Knowledge.” Trish tried to explain as best as she could.

“That makes sense... more sense than a Fae Lord somehow having the power to block the magic or ability or whatever of another Fae Lord.” Rook concluded with a meaningful look.

“Yeah, Auron may be proficient in magic in many ways, but let’s be honest, Faust far outdoes him in that aspect. Plus, he always had been too focused on his Court to bother with trying to harm others... before he became the Lord of this Court, of course. Still, he doesn’t go out of his way...” Rook nodded to what they were told.

“I mean, if he really strikes down only those that challenge him...”

“What, you think he goes out and just annihilates others for fun? Currently he mostly operates on what you humans call: live and let live. He rules the Court, manages what he could, keeps those making their home here out of harm’s way...” Trish trailed off “Does that to the point where you’ve not even seen another dwelling here, right?” and that was true.

For being a domain that housed likely hundreds if not more, Rook had not encountered any other fae within the Court of Desires than Auron... and Charlie, right. Did Trish count as one of the fae in this concept, or was she part of the pixies? By human standards, pixies were part of the fairfolk, just tiny. And this wasn’t the only place.

“Neither here, nor the Wild... or the Court of Delights...” they admitted.

Rook had met the rabbit that guided them, Finn, in the Wild, but other than that, it was only animals, beasts. As for the pastel fever dream of the other Court, even though they had witnessed more of the fairfolk, they pointedly ignored or didn’t even recognized the human’s presence, so lost in the feast and the allure of the domain.

“Do you blame them? Why keep your land open to intruders, if you can hide your people? Especially once you’ve been using the roads that connect the domains. Walking the same roads, you found different vistas than those local to one of the Courts.” once more, Trish’s words made an odd amount of sense for all three and how they acted in general. For being Seelie, Rook had witnessed that both Alphonse and Seth had very much Unseelie traits in their willingness to face threats, and Auron was showing this same symptom here as well.

It also highlighted a stark contrast to humans, having the Fae Lords open a path to themselves, instead of placing their kin in harm’s way. In this sense, the stories of the fairfolk meeting humans were likely beyond this control. The same way Rook stumbled upon their entryway to Court of Desires, others might stumble in and find themselves facing one of the regular fae, or maybe a noble, instead of a Lord. Whether that fact made Rook lucky or unlucky was up for debate.

In some ways it was truly up for said debate, up until this last task, Rook could still admit to being lucky.

One hand left the book, almost subconsciously brushing over the embroidered insignia of the Court of Desires sitting near their heart.

“So... before I decide whether I go to the Court of Sun or Moon, I should check for help in the Wild or Delights. Since Al and Seth were Unseelie before, maybe they’ll have insight.” this conclusion wasn’t difficult to draw, but Rook still considered it important.

“In the grand scheme of things, they are Seelie now, and their time as Unseelie was... quite short. Even in comparison to the time Auron’s been in this predicament.” the pixie told them, not really trying to talk them out of visiting them, but somewhat reasoning for futility there.

“It doesn’t matter though. They were Unseelie, and the books... I couldn’t even read the page next to the one where that piece of information became legible to me. If ancient magics and the magics of the realm are as strange as you describe them, I’d be absolutely stupid to not follow up on information that the Gardens gave, right?” they shut the book much less suddenly than they did the previous one.

“True, Rook dearie. Though I need to warn you, they aren’t too knowledgeable on Auron. While they’re what I’d call reluctant allies, it’s more that they’ve learned he keeps his word. Otherwise, your logic is sound, even if logic is not often associated with the magics at work here.” they put the book back on the shelf, glancing at the third one neither of them could read.

The spine was still illegible, but once again, why would the Gardens show them something, if it was not to their benefit? The Heart of the Court of Knowledge entrenched in the Court of Desires. Rook’s desire was finding help with their task. Information. That book must have something. So they took it off the shelf, feeling Trish practically vibrate on their shoulder, excitement and concern in her form. Flipping the book open, just like before, the Gardens guided the pages and Rook. Most of the words were still illegible, clearly handwritten, messy, scrawling words out, some letters written over as though the ink ran dry and needed to be fixed. However, some of the shimmering gold letters became legible to them.

“Hatred would be an easy thing to blame. It would be a truth. However, it hasn’t forced my hand quite the same way this does. Faust keeps questioning me. He knows something is up. Once it is done, I will apologize to him. But not a moment before.” they read out the paragraph they could, frown etched onto their face.

They glanced at Trish, and saw the pinch in her whole frame, a tension coiling in her small body.

“Was he-? Oh, god... was he planning it?” she almost whispered, and Rook continued, finding another bit they could read.

“I will miss my Garden. I have tended it since I knew of it. I will miss the light, despite spending my hours in solitude as the silver moonlight my only company. Trish will take care of things, I know that. I will miss her too. Her light had been a companion to my whole existence. I cannot give any inclination of what is to happen. Nobody can expect it, not even I. Writing it out makes it sound impossible. However, it must be done.” they finished up the paragraph again, and Trish was sniffling a little next to them.

“I guess he couldn’t expect the Garden choosing him over the very Court it was meant for. It made me staying easier too, you know.” they nodded in understanding, feeling a little choked up.

They let the diary shut gently, and slid it back onto the shelf. It wasn’t that they didn’t have any interest in reading more. Just...

“I guess this is enough.” they sniffled a little themself, and took a deep breath “Time to move on, and decide where to go.” Rook turned away from the shelf, and Trish flew off of their shoulder, but flitted about to hear their decision.

It was enough to read that. They felt a little conflicted about what they learned, a little unable and unwilling to mix the dry history, the personal thoughts, and their own experiences when it came to creating the image of the Fae Lord they’ve been spending time with.

“Thanks for your help, Trish. I’ll-I'll..." they trailed off, decision forming in their mind before speaking up properly "I'll head to the Court of the Wild.” Rook declared with a smile, and Trish nodded.

“While I don’t think they can help much... I understand why you want to speak with them, Rook. Take care on the way! And best of luck with this task!” she waved them goodbye as they left the Garden, and the mirror hallways showed them the way out.

Once outside, they could truly feel the difference. The peeking sunrise gave strong, but warm shadows to every plant and blade of grass. It dimmed the light of their magical light outlining them, but instead, there were birds chirping and flying around, even if they were still out of sight to them.