Post by Aiden Rhytek on Feb 6, 2010 0:11:53 GMT -5
"..villains by necessity."
Aiden had not cared for plays as a mortal. Perhaps because the stage was his father's sphere of control--the rehearsals he had sat through as a child, the endless hours of acting practice his father had subjected him to from the age of three up until he had been kicked out of the house. The exact moment he stopped enjoying the theater may have been lost in the depths of his hazy memory, but the dislike could certainly be attributed to his father's actions and raising of him. If his mother had lived, maybe she could have tempered his father's fanatical devotion to his art form—but then again if she had lived, Aiden's father probably would not have thrown himself into the theater as wildly as he had. But that was a purely hypothetical question and irrelevant to Aiden. He was what he was, because of circumstance. There was no use in bemoaning circumstance or wishing for the past to unravel. Once he became an Eternal however, his disregard of plays seemed to have melted away as if it had never been.
The detachment he now felt from the world—that may have been the reason. Cutting the strings of his human life, the anger and hatred Aiden felt towards his father should have seemed petty in the face of his new near-godhood. But things had never been that simple for the Sorcerer. He knew few of his own kind, but the couple Eternals he was acquainted with seemed to have left all semblance of humanity and mortal hindrances behind. They occupied there days with plotting against each other or games of amusement and entertainment they concocted up for their own pleasure. None seemed to want to explore any realm but the Endless Realms, where they were secure in their power. But no matter how old they were, surely they couldn't be struck down by ennui already? Aiden's eight hundred years had barely given him enough time to be satisfied with the mortal earth, much less all the other realms. Which was why he found himself here, in a theater in Bénédictions Comptées, the Unseelie town square. The name was delightful. Blessings Counted. Perhaps the Unseelie were considered "dark" or "evil" by the standards of the fae race, but they certainly had a twisted sense of humour that Aiden loved and that their lighter cousins, the Seelie lacked.
The Seelie. The thought of the silvery fae conjured up memories of why exactly Aiden was here—so that he could avoid the Seelie that he had met in Berlin. This was the one place he could be certain that she would not venture. Not of course, that Aiden was avoiding her. Or even thinking about her. The setting was just a coicincidence. But she was of no importance now—just the play that now ended, a brilliant red curtain falling over the stage. King Lear, had been the title. How fitting for the Unseelie actors and actresses. Aiden had never seen or heard of it before, but apparently it was famous in the mortal world, and the tragic nature fell in line with the gothic scenery of Svartálfaheim. Stretching in his seat, Aiden rose from his seat and followed the general flood of fellow play-goers out the door. While most of the fae in attendance obviously had somewhere to go--as signaled by their uniform dispersal the moment they hit the street--Aiden had no such responsibilities.
Pacing the cobble stone streets, he eyed pubs and taverns with equal disdain. Unseelie fae were good for humour and watching, but not actually interacting with them. They were overly prone to mind games and fantasies, not to mention that conversations with them took the most macabre turns. Aiden could care less if they had a reputation to live up to as the darkest of magical beings. They could at least find something to talk about other than flowery descriptions of the beheaded puppy they had frightened a human child with a few years ago. Finally drifting to a stop outside of a bar called "the Serpent's Tooth", Aiden debated going in. As unappetizing as the place looked, he doubted he would find anything more interesting to lose himself in tonight.