“Seriously, how do you even do this?” he was demanding. “I feel like I’m doing long division in my head! With fractions!”
“Discipline,” Wen Yuan said serenely, posture perfect and expression calm – save for a suspicious twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Focus. Diligence.”
Lan Jingyi groaned loudly.
“Picturing the look on Jin Chan’s face when I rock up to graduation on a flying sword.”
A moment’s silence.
Lan Jingyi launched himself upright into a proper lotus position. “Right,” he said fiercely, face set and determined. “Ohmmmmm…”
Wei Wuxian fell back against Lan Wangji’s broad chest, too busy breathlessly biting his sleeve to keep himself from laughing out loud to bother staying upright. Lan Wangji being the wonderful man he was, he just huffed a sigh and steered Wei Wuxian back inside so he could close the door.
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The lord smiled graciously at the nobles around him. Â They had chatted, plotted, and smiled as they planned how to wrench his power away. Â It did not matter. Â Few would dare to touch him, with the secret of what was below them known. Â He had just been a simple lord, until he had discovered the accursed creature. Â True, he had not managed to break the being to his liking, but it still served his purpose well.
He stood, and the group fell silent.  “Gentlemen,” he announced, “it is time for me to show you what I promised.  I suggest the ladies wait for us, as the sight is not for the faint of heart.”  Lady Catherine’s lips thinned, and he tilted his head to her.  Of course she would stay.  She was a cold brutal woman, ruling her lands with an iron fist.  She would not faint before the sight.
The party of rulers trailed down into the depths of the mansion. Â A few muttered about it being unseemly, but most were too curious about what it was to be revealed to question the odd trip. Â Down in the dungeons, in an isolated cell, the lord stopped.
“Behold, one of the Fair Folk!”  He lit the torch, the light falling in on an inhuman creature.
It was too tall, too slender to be mistaken as human despite its form, skin as pale as the moon with devilish pointed ears and broken bones of wings jutting from his back. Â Eyes as dark as the midnight sky blinked at them from a sharp handsome male face. Â Blood dripped from his wrists where iron shackles dug in. Â The nobles drew back, shocked.
“You managed to capture one of the devils?” someone cried.
“And bring him into my power!” the lord boasted.
A low chuckle echoed from the cell.  The crowd stilled, as if afraid to draw the creature’s gaze.
“How predictable, a human laying claim to deeds he could never have truly done,” the creature said.  His voice was cold and biting.
The lord frowned.  “Enough, creature!  Or do you wish to feel the sting of my wrath once again?”
“As if you would dare to leave without proving yourself stronger than a creature who can’t fight back,” the faery mocked.  Face red the lord drew out a key and unlocked the door.  He grabbed a thin length of iron chain, looking more like it was meant to be decorative than of any use, and whipped at the faery.  It cut into his face, leaving a sizzling wound behind.  The faery smirked.  Enraged he hit it, again and again, until its body fell slack.  Grinning he turned back to his audience.
“As I said, it is under my power.”  The silent nobles nodded.  Hesitantly they stepped away, the cell locked once more.
“Now, shall we return to the party?”  The party agreed, their thoughts stirring as they contemplated the man capable of holding one of the Fair Folk captive.  Only one glanced back, uneasy.  It was a good thing the party could not see the glint of the faery’s eyes in the dark, as he contemplated his revenge on those who had brought him so low.
This is Kyral, my winter faery. toast4nat on deviantArt drew him for me! :D
He was king of the Unseelie for thousands of years, and extremely good at it...until a coup finally overthrew him. Unfortunately his replacement did not kill him, simply crippled him and left him in the human world to suffer, where he was then captured by a noble and imprisoned for a couple decades.
Crime Mob & Lil Scrappy - Knuck If You Buck (Kyral & Banko Remix)
Crime Mob & Lil Scrappy – Knuck If You Buck (Kyral & Banko Remix) » Subscribe here: https://www.youtube.com/user/tribaltrapmusic?sub_confirmation=1 » Download link: https://www.facebook.com/KyralMusik/app_220150904689418 Little throwback for today! This track might be the definition of trap, and it definitely has been one of my favorites ever since it got released 6 months ago. Make sure to check…
