writers_muses 140.3 Butterflies

[melek_taus]

"The flesh of the Earth, all worn away, thin.
The seconds stone cold in a moment gone dim.
A plunge into Darkness and Vanity’s grasp
Where faces haunt mirrors trapped in by the past." -' Butterflies' by the Eden House

(Events occurring after this thread)

Now attired properly as a royal lady of the Unseelie Court, Melek Taus watched Amarante slip through a doorway within the hall of mirrors. The black pearls and diamonds on her draped gown wrapped her form, put into place with articulate hands and attention to detail. She was, no longer a doll made up into something she was not to be broken from her crysalis, transformed once agian into a dark butterfly.

Even at the last she managed to give him a coquettish glance, her face still flushed, her body still taut, nipples erect. By her scent, he knew she had not been unaffected by what had passsed between them.

To his mind, Amarante was talented, but there were just some things that even the best actors and actresses could not feign. He was uncertain that he would see her this night as he bade her to do. The Grigori did not care. She had alerted him to the trap of the Seelie and their infinite plots woven in the pretense of ultimate good that far too many had been taken in by over many millennia.

He gave no indication that he knew that he and Amarante had been accutely observed not only by Faelyn, Jocelyn and her consort, but by their enemies. He straightened his garments once more, and looked unpreterbed as he reached the door. He would stay away from the royal family for a time.

So the Seelie and their conspirators meant to entrap him and take the rest, he mused. They would have to be far more duplicitous than they had been in the past. In spite of Seelie attempts at deception, the message that Amarante had passed to him through each touch, each gaze, each kiss and sigh had been received. Hers was a singular talent in that regard that few, human or Fae possesed.

Now they would play out the larger game.

Muse Melek Taus / The Peacock Angel
Fandom: Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 362
Crossposted to writers_muses

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[sunandshadows]

Amarante didn't have to see a clock to know the time. It was easy enough to see the light of the moon as it stretched across the floor, telling her the height of that orb in the sky; telling her how late it was becoming.

It was only after she had left his presence, closed the door on the Grigori and gone her way to the Seelie delegation, that the faeling's heart truly began to pound. Had they convinced the enemies of her lady's throne? Would it truly be believed that she and the acting Regent were - and had been - lovers? And in the back of it all - would she truly go to him come nightfall and continue their ploy?

And by the end of the night, would it still be an act between Melek and her?

She was interrupted from her reverie by one of the young Seelie household heads, one of 'the Risen', who was not at all successful at keeping his eyes on her face; but who's eyes kept drifting down to her chest and the thin, featherlight embellished cloth that did nothing to hide how aroused she still was. Still, for all his divided attention, he still managed a good show of conversing with her as he took her aside. There had been a horrible misunderstanding, back in their own land; the person or persons responsible would be taken to task immediately - but to forgive them if she could. In their haste to dress her in beauty that was the Seelie court, it had been somehow overlooked that she was truly a member of the royal family of the Unseelie court. As such, the clothes they had supplied for her before were totally unsuitable. The young lord, his blond hair cascading down his collar and over his shirt offered her his arm as he requested her company to attend him while he rectified the situation. No expense would be spared for the obviously beloved sister to the queen.

Her suspicions confirmed (they were spying the entire time) Amarante graciously curtsied to such a generous man and his kind offer, and with his attendants in tow they all traveled out of the castle itself and into the thriving city below. And now she was the proud owner of almost a half-dozen saree's, all brilliantly dark and gorgeous; and fair number of lehenga choli's as well. She did not thank the young lord, (never, never thank a fae) however she flirted with him outrageously and offered to try each article on for him to view then twirled about preening for his pleasure as she held his arm and they strolled along. In the end, his fingers got to touch the warm faeling flesh of her back as he tied her choli on as Mara modeled for him. And in the end she came away with a considerably larger, more extensive wardrobe than perhaps he had intended to buy her.

Including the nightgown she wore now as she sat on her bed and stared at the light from the window as it traced across the floor. It was the one thing he insisted on, and for the life of her she couldn't understand why. Far from the expansive, ornate fabrics of her other outfits, it was a simple white, flowing silk nightgown that she wore now. If anything it made her look younger than she was. Younger, more innocent. More Seelie?

A sudden knock on her door broke her out of her thoughts, and before she could answer the door opened andin a rush she was basically handed a sealed missive, had a cloak thrown over her shoulders, and sent off on a mission to deliver a note.

To the acting Regent.

So barefooted, with a dark cloak covering her shoulders and it's furred hood hiding her hair, the faeling found herself sneaking down the hallway to finally stand before Melek's heavy, barred door. Tentatively she reached forward and knocked lightly at the wood.