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This…this was not Olympus, nor was it the land below. From high on up floated a figure, peering down on the new land with shining blue eyes. Pearl wings flittered and closed, the male dropping to the forest floor with graceful steps. Where was this place? How had he come to be here? The god was not sure how to answer his own questions, the riddles to which he needed to resolve. These trees looked foreign, not from his land. Pale fingers reached out, touching the bark and feeling it with the pads of each digit. They did not come to mind.
He turned his eyes up to the leaves, seeing their fading color. Winter is approaching, thought he. Nodding softly, a look of curiosity and wonder on his face as he turned away and started to walk. His bare feet drifted over the ground, the toes lightly touching the earth as he fluttered. Those gorgeous wings sprouting forth from his back kept him off of the chilled ground, their white so glorious like freshly carved marble itself. The appendages then snapped shut, pressing to his back as a cool breeze weaved its way through the trunks of the trees and his legs.
Shivering, Cupid crossed his arms over his bare chest and let his hands hold fast to either bicep. As he moved, now walking and feeling the prick of fallen branches and rock under his feet, his eyes searched further. There seemed to be no one around, animals gone from the cold. But, strangely, as he moved along his skin noticed a subtle change in the temperature. How odd, he thought, for this is not how winter was meant to go. Has Zeus chosen to defy what he already ruled so? No. It was something else. Eros could feel in his feather tips it was something else. Someone else.
Crunch, the young male picked up his foot and looked down at a now snapped twig. If he had been trying for silence, it was ruined. Those in the vicinity, if anyone around of course, would surely know someone was upon them. Opening his wings, even in the chill, the creature rose into the air and went to hide behind a rather large tree, hands behind him as his wings closed once more after moving the distance. He swallowed, senses alert and hands ready to grab at his bow and arrows. They would do no good as weapons, but he could delay attack by shooting the few magical figures left. The god hoped it would not come to that.
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titania, cupid
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Perhaps the subtle change in temperature was a signal that there was magic, a great deal of magic just ahead, for that was the case. Titania's bower was one of the sole warm places left in the Sleeping woods. The woods responded to Mabb's strength as it had to her own, and now the winter was encroaching.
Titania retired to her bower to feel the warmth against her skin. Again she'd shut out her closest servants, choosing to be alone to think. She knew she should be with Peaseblossom, but at the moment she could not fathom feigning concern at the death of the fairy's best friend, the traitor Mustardseed, and so she kept herself away. It was comfort Peaseblossom needed, comfort Titania could not give.
No, Titania was self-concerned at the moment. Well self-concerned and curious as to who was encroaching the boundaries of her bower. On light feet cushioned by the grass and flowers, Titania approached. She was clothed in an unsaturated dark green gown, a gown that made her seem almost in mourning. Her hair, long and red hung down her back, unadorned and curling gently.
She heard a snapping twig, and knowing someone was close called in a gentle-sounding voice, "Who goes there?"
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Freezing in place, Cupid listened to the woman's call. She sounded kind, but one could not always be so sure. Peeking around the tree, brows raised slightly in question, he stole a look.
She did not look like anyone he would know. She did not look like she was from around his lands either. Clearly, Eros thought, he was not back in Greece (or Rome, it depending on who fawned over him more sometimes!) and was in a bit of a spot.
In his brief glance he had noticed her clothes, a nice green dress. The woman appeared sad as well, but Cupid could not be so sure. Sometimes he looked sad when he was merely in thought. Well, she had asked of a question, but he never liked to give himself away. Mortals swooned at his glorious gold curls and handsome features.
"I go there," he replied out in a deep not-so-much-his voice. "What are you called?" The young man god then called back, feet drifting off of the ground as he rose up several yards.
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Stepping forward two paces, he stopped and looked down on Titania. "I know not," he replied. "I left in anger, only to find myself lost among the clouds. When I returned to land, here was I." It was, to be honest, the abridged version. The longer story consisted of information he would rather not divulge.
Cupid was still in a rut of sorts. He was angry with Psyche for her betrayal, but he did miss her, if only a smidgen. She would pass, he was sure. If he had to stab his own heart with an arrow of hate, so be it. He did not wish to recall memories of that woman.
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"Come with me," Titania said softly, reaching for his hand to pull him behind her. His skin was incredibly smooth, not at all a surprise to her, and yet still she couldn't help letting her hands trail along his arm before taking his hand. She tugged gently, and started off toward her bower.
As they walked, it grew warmer, the growth more lush. Her bower was not at all a castle, but rather a huge willow tree with a fairy ring beside it. As she approached the tree leaves parted, opened like curtains, and she led him inside.
Her bower was brighter on the inside than one would have expected within a tree to be. It was also tiered, covered in flowers, and almost tropically warm. There was a large hollow within its base and there were places to rest, to lounge. "I have nectar, wine, fruits, cheeses, breads - what is your desire?" Her hand again slid up his arm, lingering and then staying on his bicep.
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He thought of what she said, wondering if her old home had somehow been demolished. War, he thought. Couldn't mortals just learn to get along? It would save some gods trouble, though others would then have nothing to do. Vicious cycle, he mused mentally. Cupid did not realize he'd looked down to her leg, too deep in thought, though a part of him did register it as a very nice looking leg.
But then, considering what she could do, he leaned back rather comfortably and shook his head. After a sip and a swallow of the crimson wine he replied. "No, thank you." Eros was not sure where he would go from here, but he could not ask of her hospitality any further. Requesting a place of stay was just too much!
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When she had gotten in front of him, he wasn't sure, but he was sure of something else. No matter where in the entire big, old universe you were, one language could always be spoken.
Eros happened to be fluent in this language. So fluent in fact, he may as well have created it. But that was another story for another night. Currently he was grinning, his feet lifting off of the ground and he moved through the air quietly toward her.
"I'll try my hand at it," he joked. Letting himself down his knees touched the bed, palms following and pinning Titania's thighs down on either side. "Though, I must admit, I'm not very good." Lies, all of them. But he liked to play tricks, remember. Jokes were a manner of tricks, in speaking.
Leaning forward on his hands he caught up her lips without another word passing between them. His were so soft, like velvet, moist but not wet. The kiss, too, was very good. Not practiced but known, as if he understood what sort of kiss every woman wanted, no matter who she was. This was Titania's kiss.
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The man had part of his back leaned against the headboard, eyes half closed as he slumped comfortably back. For a lack of better definition, Cupid felt warm and cozy. The last time he'd enjoyed himself so thoroughly was several weeks past with Psyche, a woman he would not be thinking of. He banished her from his mind whenever the inkling struck.
"You make it sound like I have sex all the time," he replied with a smirk. Really, the god was trying not to laugh. This woman here, mortal or not, had been quite wonderful herself. Better than Psyche, but he wasn't thinking about her. Through his half-lidded eyes he looked down on Titania's form and reflected upon how she'd felt under his palms. A different woman, but he felt like they'd known each other for so much more than a few hours.
"I really don't." Cupid was speaking casually now, in his usual manner. "I shoot people with my arrows, watch them enjoy themselves. Though I have been around."
Around indeed.
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"Intriguing gift that is," Titania mused, locking the information away for later. She had little idea what she could use the information for right now, but she was certain it would come in handy later. "I'm certain it could come in handy, especially around these parts. Any gift, any thread of magic helps, both in these woods and the lands nearby. I often wonder how mortals even survive as long as they do." The comment wasn't meant to be rude or callous, merely flippantly curious.
"I should warn you more of these lands. For instance, were you to walk into Camlann as I found you, you'd find yourself surrounded by mortal guards attempting to place you under arrest. Or at least question you. They have no love of magic in Camlann, at least not obvious or fey magic." That of course had been Oberon and Puck's fault, something Titania suspected but did not know for certain.
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"That, however, is just Camlann. There are other lands as well, places that my knowledge of is unfortunately limited." Titania leaned into the caressing touch, smiling as she spoke. "Ozland borders these woods the southwest, in the opposite direction of Camlann. The creatures there are... odd, to say the least, so odd your wings would seem most normal. I hear the queen is quite insane however. There are lush jungles further south, and then a grand desert kingdom called..." She paused. What was it called? "Mehrdadstan to the very south. The lands here all seem to circle the great Lake Raienia. I hear east of that desert is a blasted magical wasteland, and that it is dangerous, but that is all I know of it."
She closed her eyes as if picturing the very map of the world in her head and opened them again. "Estervale is the kingdom to the east. It has no king or queen, and I know little of its society and rules. Between Estervale and Camlann lie the Koude Reizen mountains. They are cold enough year round, but positively frigid in winter. I have not been there, and I doubt that will change soon." Her fingers drew small and intricate circles on his chest as she spoke, the movement distracted and lazy.
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