the bound fairy

with: @ofcarus​

After her last time in this realm, Fleta preferred the simple life in the lilac wood she called home, but she had been called a few times to court when big political events were happening to assist the family. The fae and demons had to negotiate a few times what happened to souls who were owned by demons yet ate the fae food. It was a strange battle over who owns souls sometimes. Because of these debates Fleta could tell the difference between a demon and a human so when she entered Mystic Grill and spotted one at the bar, it was a slight bit of familiarity. She made her way over and sat down next to the person at the bar ordering a glass of wine. “I didn’t expect to see any of you lot around here, though I suppose I should have. Aren’t you all always at the center of any trouble?” She asked glancing over at the other woman. 

The fairy smiled gratefully at the other girl as she put down the orange sweater. “Thank you, pink’s actually my favorite color.” She said following her. “I really know nothing about fashion so any chance you’d be willing to guide me?” She knew plenty about fashion in her world, just nothing about it here was a more accurate sentence. “I’m Fleta by the way.”

A smile laced Lydia’s lips as the girl listened to her advice, taking pride in getting her favourite colour with the first one she picked. ‘’Of course- I also feel like an olive colour would look lovely against your skin tone. Stay away from the oranges, browns and deep reds because they aren’t in season at the moment. And no skirts below the knees down.’’ she guided the girl through the rail giving her items as she passed down it. ‘’Lydia. I love your name, it’s cute almost reminds me of a fairy.’’ Oh Lydia if only you knew.

When Fleta saw a stand selling plants in town, she couldn’t resist seeing what they had. Gardening was the only thing she had to make her prison new home feel like her own. She had no idea where the witch’s book was and saw little home of being able to escape any time soon. So she was going to make the best of it as she could. She had been investigating a beautiful bunch of flowers when she stepped back she didn’t realize someone was behind her and walked right into them. “Oh I am so sorry!” She said quickly spinning around. “Are you alright?” She asked her eyes scanning the other person quickly. “I didn’t realize anyone was behind me I must be in my own little world today.”

with: @selfishkol

Fleta awoke to the sound of morning bells of the castle that morning, she still had yet to get used to the bells that rang every hour, she was used to telling time by the sun and stars back home after all. Waking here though was better than usual as she rolled over to glance at Kol who was still asleep. She was careful not to wake him as she lightly traced shapes along his arm savoring the moment of peace and closeness. Today was the day, she would be free again. With the help of Kol she had finally found the witch’s book keeping her captive and they were going to destroy it. Though for months she had been dreaming of returning to her home, that dream had changed. Now her heart belonged to the man laying next to her and she would give anything to stay with him. But she had heard her brother was finally making a move for the throne and her world was about to enter a civil war. She had to go and he knew it just as well as she did. So She savored this moment with the early morning sun shining in through the windows and did her best to memorize every part of his face. Her eyes drifted to her hand still drawing shapes and she began to write with her finger softly a promise she would be with him. She was in her own little world deep in thought when she looked back up towards his face and saw he was awake she couldn’t stop the blush from flooding her face. “Good morning.”

Kol knew it had to be this way, but it didn’t make the scenario any easier for the Original to deal with. Despite what many said about him, he did have a heart, and when he felt something for someone, he felt it deeply. He was not one to deal with hurt very well, and his family were more so the ones who took it on the chin, with his antics proving unbearable at times. Her love improved him, his image improved, his behaviour. She was a positive influence on Kol, and she did this so effortlessly. She just needed to be herself, and with that it instantly saved Kol— it made him a better version of himself, one he didn’t believe existed until he met her. He appreciated her in every way, which meant letting go would be exceptionally difficult.

As she passed the favour, Kol’s heart stopped slightly. It was almost as if it felt real, and he hadn’t come to terms with it yet. He was choosing to ignore it, hoping if he did that it would go away and she would stay. He knew he was being foolish. As she passed him the ring, he could not help but notice the quiver in her hands. He knew it was effecting her also, but for some reason, in his mind he felt it must be easier for her. She had more to go back to. All he had was a family of unpredictability. “That’s rather unfair— leaving with a ring— a ring normally is the start of a couples story, not the end.” He commented, trying to make light of a situation that truly, deep down, hurt him. 

“We never did get to exchange relationship traditions.” She murmured running a hand through her still messy bed head. Fleta hated the idea of leaving him with his family, she didn’t trust any of them really, especially when she heard about his brother’s love for daggering his siblings. “The cannot be the end of us. There has to be a way I can get back to you.” What was she supposed to do when she went back? Go back to isolation? He in her time on Earth made her feel more alive and happy than anything she had in the last century. “We have magic there has to be something! After this bloody war is over some way to get back.” 

She knew deep down she didn’t know any way to realm travel willingly, and she certainly didn’t know if she would survive this war to find a way back. A part of her was tempted to ask him to come with her, but what sort of life would that be? Mortals who ate the food or drink of the fae were trapped there for eternity and he needed blood to survive and it wasn’t like they had that either. 

Living a modern life style and being in an era that’s much different from her own is still a struggle, one of the reason Ambrose simply prefer how simple it was back then compare to know. There wasn’t a need to search for nature when they have around them, but now she do. It was almost a miracle when she found a distance, quiet little field with flower beds. Needless to say, that spot have soon became her favourite and she would go visit at least three times a week.

Ambrose was there once again, laying down atop of the soft grass and inhaling the sweet scents of flowers around her. With eyes closed and simply enjoy everything nature have to offer at this moment, until she heard a set of footsteps. Ambrose decide to stay quiet for now, out of curiosity as she wanted to see who it could be. Maybe she could have a quick snack on the side, “Are you here to enjoy the sunshine too?”

“Because they are the wild ones?” Ambrose chuckles softly before finally turning to greet the stranger with a small smile, “No, you’re quite alright. Please, take a seat.” She offered, “I suppose you could say nature is a rare sight nowadays, that’s why I find joy being in them.” As technology advanced, populations grew — they needed more places where people could call home only for nature to pay its price. 

“Because they aren’t needy like a garden flower. Wild flowers are far stronger and they don’t care as much what anyone else has to say.”She explained as she sat down on the soft grass. For the first time in a while not that she was sitting in the grass she felt comfortable and could breath again. “I agree, it’s a shame how much humans have destroyed.”

Fleta had quickly come to the decision fashion in this world was strange. She stared in confusion at the clothing on the racks shifting through them. She wasn’t sure if any of this was considered fashionable and she honestly was completely lost. She took a quick glance around and spotted a nearby girl who seemed to be much more confident as she looked through the clothes. “Excuse me, and chance you might be able to help? I have no idea what to get.” She explained awkwardly.   

The banshee was shopping, the event coming  up was so close and yet she had still found nothing that screamed at her and she wanted to stand out. She was looking through a large rack of clothes when someone began to speak to her. She looked towards the female raising her brow. ‘’Oh sweetie of course. First of all Put down that horrid orange…you need something more pink.’’ 

The fairy smiled gratefully at the other girl as she put down the orange sweater. “Thank you, pink’s actually my favorite color.” She said following her. “I really know nothing about fashion so any chance you’d be willing to guide me?” She knew plenty about fashion in her world, just nothing about it here was a more accurate sentence. “I’m Fleta by the way.”

“Forgive me. I don’t believe we’ve spoken in quite some time. Fleta, wasn’t it?” He remembered her and Kol being close in the past. He had suspected they had something stronger than friendship between the two of them but he had never mentioned it to anyone. He had assumed that’s what Kol would have wanted. If Klaus had caught wind of his siblings being close to anyone, it would not be pleasant. 

She smiled politely and nodded. “Yes I think it is fair to say 900 years is quite a long time.” She marked her page in the book she had been reading and closed it. “I hope you and your family have been well in that time, Elijah. I am afraid I am very out of the loop on anything that’s happened in that time.” She explained showing him the title of the modern history book she was reading.  

with: @selfishkol

Fleta awoke to the sound of morning bells of the castle that morning, she still had yet to get used to the bells that rang every hour, she was used to telling time by the sun and stars back home after all. Waking here though was better than usual as she rolled over to glance at Kol who was still asleep. She was careful not to wake him as she lightly traced shapes along his arm savoring the moment of peace and closeness. Today was the day, she would be free again. With the help of Kol she had finally found the witch’s book keeping her captive and they were going to destroy it. Though for months she had been dreaming of returning to her home, that dream had changed. Now her heart belonged to the man laying next to her and she would give anything to stay with him. But she had heard her brother was finally making a move for the throne and her world was about to enter a civil war. She had to go and he knew it just as well as she did. So She savored this moment with the early morning sun shining in through the windows and did her best to memorize every part of his face. Her eyes drifted to her hand still drawing shapes and she began to write with her finger softly a promise she would be with him. She was in her own little world deep in thought when she looked back up towards his face and saw he was awake she couldn’t stop the blush from flooding her face. “Good morning.”

He remained peaceful for longer than usual. It was uncommon for Kol not to stir in the night, having often taken walks during the night to help him resolve any chance of sleep. Instead, he had slept throughout the night without awaking, in the arms of the girl he loved and he finally felt at peace. He was a tough person to crack, and coming from a family as daunting as the Mikaelson’s, he often wondered how he had become so lucky, and so fortunate to be by her side. He did not wish it away, but the day had finally come where he knew he would have to bid farewell to her. He was trying to think of ways around it, but he only hoped she would change her mind and remain by his side. He knew it was unlikely, and the thought alone broke him deep down. He didn’t want to loose her.

He begun to stir from his slumber, eyes flickering open to stare upon the girl who inspired him daily. He wondered what was on her mind, though he could only assume it was the book they were able to destroy, and the steps that would follow thereafter. “Morning.” He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips before leaning back against the bed. “The morning comes too quickly.”

She couldn’t help but smile when he kissed her. She had never imagine she would meet someone she could love this strongly, and nothing was better then waking up in his arms. “I agree, I think I could stay here in bed with you forever.” She murmured as she laid her head on his chest. How was she supposed to say goodbye to this? Even if it was the right thing to do, she was certain there had never been a harder choice in her life. 

Fleta stared up at him for a moment enjoying the stillness of laying together before she sat up. “I brought you something, to remember me by.” It pained her to say those words, but she wanted him to have a piece of her even when she was gone. She grabbed her pouch from the day before off the night stand and began to look inside. “It’s from my realm, a piece of me.” She explained quietly doing her best to be strong but her hands shook slightly, not only from the pain of knowing she was leaving Kol so soon, but from the fear of knowing depending on how this war went she may never see him again. They were both plagues by their families after all. Finally she managed to find the ring and she pulled it out of the pouch carefully. “The stone, you can only find it in the lilac wood, my home. It turns black when poison is near.” She explained, if she wasn’t here to keep him safe she would do what little she could.  

Living a modern life style and being in an era that’s much different from her own is still a struggle, one of the reason Ambrose simply prefer how simple it was back then compare to know. There wasn’t a need to search for nature when they have around them, but now she do. It was almost a miracle when she found a distance, quiet little field with flower beds. Needless to say, that spot have soon became her favourite and she would go visit at least three times a week.

Ambrose was there once again, laying down atop of the soft grass and inhaling the sweet scents of flowers around her. With eyes closed and simply enjoy everything nature have to offer at this moment, until she heard a set of footsteps. Ambrose decide to stay quiet for now, out of curiosity as she wanted to see who it could be. Maybe she could have a quick snack on the side, “Are you here to enjoy the sunshine too?”

The brunette smiles at her comment, slowly and carefully as Ambroose decide to sit up. Never in centuries of her life time did she ever thought that flowers would be offended, perhaps in the past where Ambrose was still connected to nature through her witch bloodline. “I am sure these little things wouldn’t bother them.” She responded, holding the wild flower between her fingers whilst hugging her knees close. 

“Wild flowers are certainly more forgiving than garden ones.” She explained slightly shocked that the girl didn’t know this. Were people here really so out of touch with nature they couldn’t feel the plants around them? “I am glad I am not the only one in this town who enjoys nature.” She said before glancing around. “Would it disturb you if I say here?”