your M A J E S T Y {Cali}

[Reverie Fuyuhana]

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of someone or other of their daughters. "My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?" Mr. Bennet replied that he had not. "But it is," returned she; "for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it." Mr. Bennet made no answer. "Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently. "You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it." This was invitation enough. "Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week." "What is his name?" "Bingley." "Is he married or single?"

It was worn out and yellowing from age, but they said it was a modern masterpiece. It had a pale, peach cover and yellowish-brown paper with words written all over it. The book, Pride and Prejudice, had just been checked out an hour or so ago from the mortal world and already, she was too absorbed in it to realize where she was going. It was just the first chapter, but it had already captivated the young girl’s attention to end. Whenever she read novels, she would instantly be sucked into their story, almost as though reliving each character through their respective points of view. It would seem that all others around her faded into the mist; the songs of birds could not be heard, the honking of cars ever-distant, and feeling of bumping into a tree...

‘Ow!’

Yes, the feeling of bumping into a tree, despite how far she delved into a book, was not something that could be easily extinguished. Rubbing her head with a pale, delicate hand, Reverie groaned as she realized that she had just walked directly into the arms of a waiting tree. The book fell out of her hands in surprise, landing page-first in the dirt. She frowned; well that was annoying. Now she’d have to find her page again. Picking it up, the young girl was able to scan the surrounding vicinity for the first time. It looked to be a garden, but that in itself was not grand enough a word to describe what was around her. The flowers were abundant everywhere, rainbows that shed different lights and creating a mirage of a spectrum against the green leaves. The trees guarded them, as did the one that had not-so-meticulously bumped into. Creatures of all shapes and sizes flitted back and forth among the shrubs and bouquets, ceremoniously ignoring the one human that stood out the most in this place. The magical properties of this place... it made her feel minute and obsolete. Everything seemed so grand, and here she was, a humble Magi (or summoner, rather), stumbling upon a place that she had no idea even existed, and already, she was unwelcome here. So much for her self-esteem.

A soft thump was heard as Reverie closed the book which she was reading, tempted to further explore her surroundings. She stuffed it hurriedly into her backpack, eager to discover some secrets that this place may have held. She was entirely lacking in the “practical” department, as any other person would have been less calm and much more freaked out at the sudden change in landscape. But then again, she had never been one to fit in with others, and her insatiable need for knowledge, coupled with her curiosity, blocked out any... pessimistic emotions, one could say.

A few steps north was a primarily red patch of flowers, but not just any ordinary “red”. There were different hues of it, arranged from lightest in the center, to the most passionate red on the outside. It was simply spectacular to look at, and the aroma of it was much too enticing. Looking around, there seemed to be no one nearby, so she took that as an indication that no one owned this place – it was just natural flora. Kneeling on one knee, Reverie reached out and plucked the closest red flower she could reach, marvelling at its beauty. Now this was a place she could stay in for a long, long time.

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[Calintz Meme]

And this is how it looks when I am standing on the edge
And this is how I break apart when I finally hit the ground
And this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain
And this is how I disappear when I throw myself away
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A scream erupted almost as soon as the flower had left the earth. It was quiet to all those that were not Fae, even with magic, only the Fae were as close to Mother Earth that they would feel her suffering and thus they founded this natural sanctuary in order to preserve it. Even the Unseelie whom helped to form this garden of lust and love, magic and mundane, this meeting of opposites a place where Unseelie and Seelie gathered their...gifts if you could call it that. Magical creatures wandered the area with their very breath they helped to fertilize the garden and cement this place as one of the spots where magic was so potent it could be breathed in to the air. It was fabled that bringing a normal mundane human with no power what so ever here could give them such magical energy to rival the best trained magi. But alas, it was merely a whispered giggle amongst the Seelie. As King, Calintz was the keeper of whispers, the owner of this garden along side the Unseelie King. He ran his tongue across his sharpened incisors. Calintz was by far the most unorthodox king. He was humane only when he was in the palace, though he practiced what he preached his kindness was not for all, in fact unlike other Seelie there was a part of Calintz that wanted to hate everything.

The secrets of his birth, were tragic, though no one need know there king was an interesting one. Even here he dare not think his mix for fear of mind reading lilies that retained and shared your intimate thoughts in the form of song. But his taint was obvious, creatures as pure as Unicorns shied away from him, though there would be one or two curious ones that would hover off in the distance shouting their calls of welcome and wonder. But for now...Calintz was on somewhat of a break. He'd been thinking nonstop of ways to rid himself of Nello's presence as a Queen. She was useless, he needed rapidly to find a person of skill and strength that could overcome such a lazy Queen. Even now the thought of her turned the grass black beneath him and he narrowed his eyes towards his finger tips. Something forbidden he dare say was going on inside of him. He quietly ignored it, rising from the ground he took in a breath allowing his glamor to melt away he ruffled through his dark brown hair, his ice blue eyes scoured the earth the scream still inside of him.

And there it was, a maiden in his fair gardens, desecrating his flower beds and causing the earth to grieve the loss of its child. His eyes lowered further from her face in rapture by the flower to the book concealed against her body. Pride and Prejudice? His lips curled back in a mockery of his usual kindly smile. For Calintz was not in a kindly mood. Slowly, in the blink of an eye to such as the girl, he stepped before her, careful of the flowers on the ground, his hand reached out and curved over the flower slowly. "The power of doing anything with quickness is always prized much by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance." He stared quietly at her, his blue eyes eternal pools of beauty, glowing beneath a flickering light of gold, his eyes were mesmerizing, as one of the Fae it would be a shame if he could not capture a maidens heart with his gaze at first glance. Slowly he removed the flower from her finger tips, "A rose, by any other name would still be as sweet. Beautiful maiden...I would ask you to never pluck a flower from this holy soil, the earth has feelings as well...and flowers are the children, nay...the smile of the earth. To pluck one is much like plucking teeth, no?"

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Word Count: 809
Music: Begins with Blood
Note: --
Tag: Reverie~

[Reverie Fuyuhana]

The aroma was tantalizing to say the least; it was unworldly. Never had Reverie encountered a scent like this, such a rich, luscious scent that seemingly combined the scents of a million different flowers, mixed and allocated in just one individual. There was no way a flower like this existed in the mortal world; such beauty would be wasted in that place, a place where the smog of factories usually overpowered the shining, twinkling stars. Even its hue was mixed with a light, somewhat golden colour that made it glow to an extent. A bouquet of these would truly be heart-warming, and would show true devotion to a special other. It was just too bad there was no one like that for her. She wouldn’t go so far as to say it “depressed” her, but it did, to some extent, make her blue.

For as long as she’d known, Reverie had never been someone who was extremely popular, both school-wise in general and guy-wise. She’d usually keep to herself, being an introverted girl that she was, so she barely made any friends and even more rarely associated with any guys. As a result, she was the lone one when it came to Valentines; as girls around her were squealing over the roses they received and their crushes asked them out, she was in a corner by herself, reading a novel very much like the theme of Pride and Prejudice – love. It wasn’t that she was desperate; she was quite content being single, after all. But sometimes, there was just that feeling of loneliness when she’d see couples walking down the street and holding hands. True, she now had a permanent companion in Sabra, but it was different. Somehow, she’d wished that one of these days, that special someone would come, and perhaps send her one of these divine roses.

Before she had time to ponder further on the dulls of a bachelorette’s life, a presence suddenly made himself known to her, in a way that was far from subtle. The pink-haired girl’s eyes shot open in surprise, and her figure froze. The presence before her was definitely male, judging by his voice. And by his tone, it sounded as though he was scolding her – not entirely in an extremely wrathful way – but it still felt like that. His words barely registered in her brain, as both her body and mind had frozen. It almost felt like she had been trespassing on a predator’s territory, and now, she was about to pay for it with her life. The flower was then softly taken from her hand, and it was then that she was no longer in a state of stasis.

Cerulean eyes followed the flower’s path, and were instantly met with shining blue ones that contained that same hint of golden fleck that the flower had. Reverie sucked in a breath; they were beautiful. She looked to be staring at infinite, hypnotizing pools liquid, smouldering fierce yet calm and tranquil at the same time. She felt that she could stare at them forever...

Somehow, in her journey to the hypnotizing abyss, the man’s words finally made sense to her. Ah, so she shouldn’t have done that. But... they were just so tempting, so beautiful, so breathtaking. She found her voice in the next second, which sounded shaky as she felt trapped within the eyes’ ethereal beauty. “A-ah... I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I sincerely apologize. I-I won’t do it again.” She was able to somehow break contact with those eyes to perform a quick bow as a sign of her sincerity, but found she could not do so for very long, as the bow lasted only a quick second before she felt their irresistible magnetism and she had to stare into them again. Enchanting... even more so than the flowers had.

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[Calintz Meme]

And this is how it looks when I am standing on the edge
And this is how I break apart when I finally hit the ground
And this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain
And this is how I disappear when I throw myself away
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Calintz tilted his head slowly, she was fascinated. He kept her that way for a moment before blinking and looking away his lips quirked in to somewhat of a dim smile. "Good girl." He kneeled to the ground and buried the flower, it would spread it's seeds and bloom again. Slowly he pressed his hand to the ground, white light poured out of his hand and gently he lifted it, the flower poked it's bloody head out of the ground and bloomed once more. The earth was satisfied with this, he glanced up at her once more, she seemed awed, he wondered what kind of Magus she was to be awed by something like this. "What's your name young lady?" He slowly got up and tucked his arms, dirt and all in to his sleeves, he watched her but kept his eyes somewhat averted, the last thing he wanted to do was catch her again in his gaze so much so that she could not answer his questions. Sometimes the glamor was useful, to prove a point, other times it was a nuisance.

"Though usually I would tell you that you should feel the same suffering as the earth did when you harmed it, but somehow I feel that you are truly apologetic. I did not mean to startle you. He glanced at her once more and ruffled his dirty brown locks that fell carelessly around his face. Today had been an interesting day, Yuri still lay curled up under the tree where he'd been sitting, but previously he'd been trapped at work, he fussed a bit in his mind striving to forget his work hours with a little relaxation in the gardens he and his people tried to maintain. Then he reached out gently, "There are more sites to behold if you'd allow me the pleasure of escorting you." Yuri rose her head at that, men were of another sort as was Nello whom was more manly than feminine, Yuri was quite the jealous cat, she did not like other girls around Calintz and he used that to tease the little ghost cat for his amusement. He smiled at the girl once more careful to keep his eyes lidded so he would not capture her with his gaze again.

He started off, her arm laced loosely with his, as he moved past the tree to the soft hiss from Yuri. He ignored the cat and hoped to lead the girl beside him by example in ignoring her as well. They moved closer and closer to the center of the massive garden where most of the lanterns were situated. His eyes danced with the glow from the lights that danced in the trees above him, the sounds of birds and other such animals fell upon them, in the distant the soft nickering of wild horses, mythical and otherwise. A few strange creatures flittered across the path before him, Calintz kept quiet, after all the garden was best appreciated in silence. He closed his eyes slowly wondering about the animals, they would all have a lot to eat he was sure of it but it was the needless worry of a parent to a grown child. This garden was fine the way it was, he didn't need to change anything, though whenever he came he could not help but pour more of his magic in to the place, for it was similar to him. Dual in nature...of varying origins. He closed his eyes thinking of his birth then he caught himself his eyes snapped open. He couldn't...even to think of it would be in sighting problems. No one outside of the old ones need know his curse.

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Word Count: 769
Music: Begins with Blood
Note: Sorry it took so long my muse was totally shot.
Tag: Reverie~

[Reverie Fuyuhana]

It was like being trapped in a prison cell with no way out, complete with the shackles and all. Those manacles that held her back, wrapped around her wrists in a manner that was similar to the loving caress of a mother to child, but lacked the affectionate part entirely. There were still prison bars, space enough to stick an arm or two in, but not enough to escape from them. There was still a floor and room, but it was here that lay the difference. The floor wasn’t cold – in fact, it was a comforting warm. It, in a sense, made one fall asleep, lulled by the comfort of it all. But there was still one underlying thing: it was still a prison, and one couldn’t escape it easily. But with the golden flecks that captured your breath and halted your mind processes, who would want to?

The eyes were suddenly covered by pale skin, and Reverie herself blinked furiously, wondering what exactly just happened. She’d been staring at the man’s eyes, but for what reason, and why was she so interested in them? She didn’t have a sense of what time it was – had she been staring for a few seconds? a few minutes? a few hours? It was so easy to get lost in his glances, and she always found herself unable to resist. Was she really just that weak-minded, or was there something off about him entirely? The man exuded a magical presence, but one unlike hers and of most Magus and summoners she had met. If he did not fall under these categories, then just what was he? And more particularly, who was he? And why did he talk of the flowers like they were his children, like the very parts of his soul? So many questions, but the girl was just too intimidated to ask.

Reverie shook her head furiously, as if to break the spell. With awed eyes, she watched as the man buried the flower, a new one sprouting from under the soil within a matter of seconds. A question imposed itself on her lips, and before she could stop herself, she had already blurted it out. “H-how did you do that?” She listened intently to him then, aware that he was purposefully either trying to avert his gaze or at least not expose her to their full force. So it really wasn’t her imagination; he knew he had that effect on people. Ah, well, at least he knew when not to use it. Doing her part, she tried to avoid direct eye contact as well. “My name is Reverie Fuyuhana.” In her squatting position, she bowed her head as a sign of her respect. “It’s very nice to meet you, sir.”

A look of pure humility entered her features as she listened to the man’s next words. “Th-thank you. I really didn’t know. And it’s ok... I guess I’m the one out of place here, huh?” Now that she thought about it, there was an aura about this man, as though he had lived here for all his life. His movements were sure and steady, knowing where he was going and exactly what he was doing, whereas she was rather clumsy and unsure. She felt small in his presence, and so she couldn’t deny his next request. She took his hand, hers small and clammy from the scare of their encounter, and nodded. “I’d be honoured to. But... if I may ask, where is here exactly?

[/i]” Yes, she was honestly confused, and hadn’t even noticed that she had stumbled into these divine gardens until a tree woke her up from her reverie. The young girl noted a cat nearby, eyeing the girl was jealousy and spite. She resisted the urge to recoil, following the man’s example of just ignoring it. She really didn’t want any trouble from anyone, not even a cat.
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