Woke up thinking about faerie fruit
I'm not sure if this is how all stories portray them, but this is how I choose to view them
Stealing away a few humans to decorate a party
Feeding them faerie fruit and watching as the feeble minded humans get all doggy brained and docile, just yearning for the touch of the faeries who took them from their homes
Just willing to do whatever their new fae masters wish of them, just wanting to feel a gentle brush of a hand, taste another bite of that sickly sweet, mind melting fruit that helped entrap them in this new life, even if just for a night
Forced to dance, crawl around naked on the floor, please whichever fey that deigns to grace that empty little head with a purpose
And then it's morning
You wake up on a hill, and it's cold, and you aren't wearing any clothes, and drool is just making it's way down the side of your face
Your memories are dim, but you still remember those hauntingly beautiful faces
That addicting flavour
How good everything felt for that one night
Even knowing how humiliated you were, how you were taken and used as entertainment
You yearn to be stolen away again
Yearn to be fed that sweet faerie fruit
Yearn to hear those sweet words
Yearn to have every choice made for you again
While your thoughts grow fuzzy and you just focus
Focus on being a silly little human and just doing as the more intelligent fey bid you to
So
Would you like to try some faerie fruit?
