#magic rp

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You wake from your slumber where you’d preferably remain, you consume the fruits of your labor, you go out to labor over more of that—metaphorical and literal—fruit to eat, you go home to dream once more, only to be ripped away the next morning that came. A vicious cycle that never stops moving, never stops eating at you. It’s fatiguing, especially having lived with it ever since the day that you were born in this place.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The only thing that really made it bearable was your closest companion. A boy named Gideon, who’s been your closest friend for as long as you could remember.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He made things more interesting, less dull. He could make the most grueling of chores into fun challenges, and the most nerve-wracking situations could become adventures. He’s charming, adventurous, and kind, a quality that isn’t the most common in this town.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Please…” Gideon would plead, his voice weak, hoarse with desperation. He groveled before you, grasping the hem of your clothes while on his knees.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Please, don’t do this… Please!” He begged, tears threatening to spill from his eyes like a dam on the brink of bursting.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After you had saved one of the fae from certain death, and nursed them back to health, you were encountered by a few of the elders belonging to the particular fairy tribe that fairy belonged to. They thanked you for your mercy, for your effort and generosity towards them. As a reward for your good deed, they offered you a wish.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ever since that day, you had been toying with the idea of what that wish would be. It was difficult to choose, to eliminate suggestions, but then you realized. Fairies are miniature, nimble and agile creatures, with scaly wings and quick steps. They had many of the things that you didn’t, you having a taller, slower human body compared to theirs.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of those things that they had was freedom, the ability to go wherever they pleased, however they pleased, whenever they pleased. They were able to escape places you couldn’t, they could go beyond your village. This was your chance to break free, if you chose to take it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 That was your wish, to become one of them, a fairy, just like them. To do so would require you to leave behind your village to live in the forest, which you had gladly chose to do. However, Gideon wasn’t pleased. When he heard of what you were planning, he had become a distraught mess, which led you to this very moment.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon didn’t take his eyes off of you, off your face. He didn’t care if he was making a scene, he didn’t care about anything, he couldn’t if he was unable to have you. “I’ll give you everything you could ever want! I- I- I’ll build us a home! We can have a family! I’ll give you the world and more if you stay!” He spoke, his face growing red as he became more sorrowful, his words becoming less sensible as this went on.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Just please! Don’t give up on me! If you were to leave, I would.. I’d..” Gideon trailed off, his voice breaking at last, like a glass table that had finally given out under too much weight. He was incoherent for the most part, like a distraught child. Gods, the way he spoke to you, how he groveled at your feet… you felt like a monster.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite this, you know that if you don’t make this wish, you’ll likely never leave. You’ll be stuck here, doing the same activities in the same place, day after day. You crave an escape from this, you always have. This is your chance to escape.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon would understand, you knew. He always did, he’d come to terms with your decision, despite it being hard for him to swallow. Despite the feeling of betrayal he may have currently, he’ll turn around eventually, and support your decision.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You hadn’t realized just how wrong you were.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once you had made your wish, you were accepted into the world of the fae. You were reborn, experiencing a major metamorphosis, a transformation. You had become a butterfly, bursting from your cocoon. You had never felt more free, more light. The world had become so much bigger, so much more spacious, and it welcomed you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You had developed wings, the beautiful, scaly wings that would belong to a fairy.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your movements had become lighter, more graceful somehow, despite your rebirth rendering you comatose for a series of days, developing like a caterpillar inside a protective shell.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were small, much smaller than your previous size as a human. Now you were the size of a fairy, able to be cupped in a human’s hand if given the opportunity.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The world was much larger than it was previously. It was perfect. So much more to explore, to see, to discover. You felt.. free.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon wasn’t celebrating your metamorphosis. He hadn’t gone to the woods to find you, not since the day you left to make that wish. Gods, he couldn’t bare the thought of seeing you in your new shape... The idea made him feel viscerally, disgustingly ill.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 How could you give everything up? You’ve had a connection since before you could walk, you were a natural pair! Gideon was so convinced that the rest of your lives would be spent together, even if you hadn’t realized the deep, overwhelming feelings he had regarding you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You always made your desire for freedom known, your wish to see beyond the limits of your hometown. He shouldn’t have brushed it off all those times, he shouldn’t have assumed you would eventually grow out of it and remain here by his side.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gods, he was such a fool. Had he done something more, had he realized the extent of your desires earlier, things would’ve been different.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He’d be by your side as always, strolling by the treeline, wasting time as you’d soak in the warmth of the sun. Instead, he was trying to cope, sitting by his lonesome in the village tavern, like a woesome inebriate.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Had Gideon intervened, had he done something more, would you have stayed? If he went to find you, would you return? No, surely you wouldn’t. Not willingly. Not like this. You must be having the time of your life, dancing, singing, laughing with the fae. The idea of you mingling with others, individuals that weren’t him, it made his blood boil.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He wanted to dance with you, to hear you sing, to make you laugh until your ribs ached, but now he can’t. You ran off with the fae, and you won’t ever return. You won’t ever come back. He’ll never see you aga- No.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 No. He mustn’t feel sorry for himself. He needs to stop, he won’t get anything from it. He won’t accept it. You can’t just… leave forever. No, he’d certainly see you again. Gideon would make sure of it. These woods aren’t too big, and he’ll surely be able to track you down, it can’t be too hard. There are people who track the fae all the time, who hunt them down. He could learn from them. And when he finds you…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What will he do when he finds you? He could grovel on his knees again, beg for forgiveness due to not noticing your desires sooner? He could plead with you, try to get you to return home? But what then? If you say no…?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You won’t say no, he won’t let you refuse. You can’t refuse, you two have a special bond, he’d do anything for you, and you for him. If you do, he’ll have to drag you back. Of course, you’re a fairy now. Such a thing shouldn’t be too hard, why didn’t it occur to him sooner? If you resist? He’ll… have to figure something out.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 This wasn’t the end. He’ll get you back, and by the end of it? He’ll never let you go ever again.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It hadn’t felt very long since you joined the fae now. It felt as though it were yesterday that you sprouted your wings, time truly flew. You speculated that it may have been a few weeks, one or two perhaps, not too long, but not too short of a time either.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The breeze was light and refreshing, but not freezing. The sun was bright, but not burning. It was a beautiful summer day, perfect for a gathering. A multitude of diverse fae had collectively come together for a celebration, not for anything in particular, simply as something to do. It seemed to be a common occurrence, you didn’t mind it, you were delighted to attend.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were surprised by just how quickly you were accepted by the others, not just your own tribe. You expected to be met with some wariness, having not been born a fairy, but instead they welcomed you quite nicely. It was a pleasant feeling, different than the atmosphere back at the village.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Speaking of, you hadn’t seen Gideon in quite some time. Not around the time of your metamorphosis, in the week following, or anytime recently. The fairies you had become acquainted with didn’t recall ever seeing him around.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Was he still upset? Was he giving you the cold shoulder? You hadn’t left the village—left him—on the best note, was he that hurt? You recall the day he was begging you to not make the wish, to stay in Talcoun.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were still friends, at least, you hope, you should be. Did he not think so? Did he think that you had ended your friendship with him, and that’s why he hadn’t come to see you?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You’d visit him. Soon, you’d visit him and hope to clear up any confusion, to come to an understanding. He always was an understanding person, with an open mind, as well as open ears to listen with, and you would be there to reciprocate that understanding.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The sound of pan pipes began to ring out in a playful melody, a song brought about by one of the satyrs attending the gathering. “Come now! The party’s getting started!” One of your fairy friends tugged on your arm, trying to coax you into joining them in the air.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were still getting the hang of flying, since you only got your wings less than a month ago. In a way, it was sort of like learning to walk all over again. Your friends told you that you were a natural though, so that was reassuring.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your wings fluttered, and you quickly joined your friend in midair. They were still holding your arm, a gentle, yet protective hold. The other fairies that were around also took to the air, hovering a few feet off the ground as the music began to flow through the trees like the wind.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 None of you seemed to realize just how loud you all were, as the sounds could be heard for quite the distance.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your friend began to playfully twirl you around, the both of you spinning in the air as if trying to dance without the existence of gravity. The other winged fey seemed to join in, those on the ground danced along, though some seemed to be content with cheering everyone on.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It was as if everything else faded away, you could get lost in the dance, the music, the magic. You can’t recall ever feeling such glee, such euphoria.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your friend took notice of the expression you wore. They smiled, you smiled back at them.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gods, everything about this felt so right, like this was where you were meant to be. It made you question if you were ever supposed to be human after all…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The music cut off, and everyone stopped to look towards the musician. His ear was perked up, he heard something. You watched as everyone else seemed to tune into whatever the satyr was hearing, you couldn’t detect anything, possibly due to you not having acquired that ability yet.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A few seconds of silence passed, and you were unable to detect anything, but the way the atmosphere shifted made you nervous. The worry ate at you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your friend turned to glance at you, noticing the anxious look on your face. “I don’t hear anything now, I think we’re-” Their words were cut short as a loud “CRACK” broke the silence, followed by something quickly whizzing past, nearly knocking you to the ground.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The object that shot past hit the tree that stood tall behind the satyr, who now looked immensely alarmed. Piercing the rough bark of the tree was a sharp, skinny arrow.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Panic immediately sparked amongst the fey, and screams began to ring out. Chaos ensued, and everyone began to flee the scene. Confusion and fear flooded your body, you can’t remember having ever experienced such terror.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You turn suddenly, looking towards the direction that arrow came from. Your eyes locked upon a tall, human figure, with tousled hair and a familiar face. It took you a few moments to realize just who this was.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You’d yelp his name in surprise, your filter completely flying out the window.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The sound of your voice caught his attention. He whipped his head around, turning to look at you. His eyes widened as they locked onto you, looking your new form up and down.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Right, he hadn’t seen what you looked like now, though you still looked similar to your previous appearance. You still looked like you, just much smaller, and with wings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When his eyes locked onto your face, he smiled, taking a step forward, which almost seemed like a thunderous march due to how much larger he was now in comparison to you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The sight and sound was jarring. Gideon was like a giant now, lumbering towards you with the large bag slung around his shoulder swinging against his thigh.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You hadn’t noticed the archer’s bow he held against his side, nor the look in his eyes. The predatory, bloodthirsty look in his eyes. The smile he wore, despite making him appear friendly, radiated a menacing, obsessive aura.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The fairy that you had befriended seemed to see right through him. They quickly tightened their hold on your arm, flying away and dragging you with them in an attempt to reach safety.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon’s demeanor quickly shifted, his smile falling. He lunged, swiping at the air as he tried to keep you from fleeing. “Wait! Hey, wait!” He exclaimed, his hand narrowly missing you both as you flew away.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were confused, not having noticed the red flags that Gideon displayed. You looked behind you, watching as he chased after you, desperate to keep up.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Wait! Come back!” He cried, still keeping pace with you, refusing to give in and slow down.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your friend, still keeping a firm grip on your arm, quickly swerved in another direction, trying their best to lose the human. You didn’t have the strength to fight them on it, your wings couldn’t fly in the opposite direction to combat their movement, since you were still practicing.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You did, however, have the strength to rip your arm from their hold. You pried your hand beneath theirs, ripping it off of your arm. The sudden shift in speed, and the alleviation of your weight as your friend hauled you away caused you both to fly out of control.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your friend was flung far and out of sight, still going extremely, almost painfully fast. You, on the other hand, lost balance from the sudden force. Losing your stability, you crash-landed, thrown off the path to your destination, being tossed forcefully into the foliage next to you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With your new size, you luckily achieved a somewhat soft landing. You collided with the upper limb of a bush, sliding down to the dirt on the large leaves, tossing you from one leaf to the other until you hit the ground.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You fell flat on your face, but as quickly as you hit the ground, you recovered. Your wings fell limp against your back, like a scaly cloak.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You sat up on your knees, hands on the dirt as you turned your head up, looking forward. You tried not to move, as it felt that the wind had been knocked out of you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon had finally caught up to you. He walked slowly, approaching you inch by inch, as if trying to prevent startling an animal.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He looked relieved, at least, you assumed. It was hard to discern the expression on his face as you looked up, the light from above blinding you. You squinted, trying to make out what you could. A struggle, it was, as you could only make out shapes as shadows.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “I’ve finally found you…” You heard him speak, his voice as soft as a whisper, full of shock and relief. He knelt before you, though you were far from meeting eye to eye.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “It’s actually you. My gods, you’re…” Gideon shakily trailed off, as if trying to figure out what to say. His words didn’t have any malice or disgust behind them, instead they were full of pure awe and astonishment. It sounded as if he was trying his best to hide his glee.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You, unsure of what else to say, spoke his name. You had difficulty concocting a proper sentence, having the wind knocked out of you earlier.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon’s eyes seemed to light up even more, if that was even possible. “How I’ve missed you so, you have no idea just how much I’ve longed to see you.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You felt a hint of fear as Gideon towered over you like a looming titan, and your breath hitched. It finally dawned on you just how intimidating humans were in the eyes of smaller creatures, such as the fairies.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Was this how the fae used to see you before you joined them? You suddenly felt the urge to apologize to them.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You fought the instinct to scramble, to scurry around like a rat running for its life. There was no need, this was Gideon after all, he’d never harm you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 So why did you feel so anxious as you looked up at his face…?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “I’ve been looking for you for weeks now, you didn’t return home, so I had to come and find you myself.” He smiled warmly, the alterior motives hidden beneath his familiar, wholesome demeanor. He knelt before you, wanting to get as close as humanly possible.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “But that doesn’t matter anymore, we can go back home now!” He added, his words cheerful.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You ask him what he means, confused by the statement. You don’t live in Talcoun anymore.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His smile faltered. “To- To Talcoun. We can go back, and things will return to normal again.” Gideon tried to maintain a vibrant, hopeful visage. “Of course, we’ll need to make some… accommodations for you, but that will be no problem! I-I’d be happy to!” He continued.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You look him up and down, wondering if he was actually serious. You’d then remind him that you gave all that up, that you’ve found a new home, and that you wouldn’t be going back.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon frowned. “You’re- You’re actually staying? You’re serious about this?” He spoke, his voice like a whisper of disbelief. “No, no, you can’t.” He shook his head in response, refusing to believe your words.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He trembled, as if he had just recieved the worst news of his life, which in his eyes, he did. You were actually serious about staying? Here? In the woods? And away from him?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You double down, insisting that you are staying. You feel bad, really you do, but… you feel this is what you need, what you’ve always needed, and it was something that he couldn’t provide you with.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If it was possible, it seemed that his heart had been shattered further, the pieces of his heart obliterated into even smaller pieces. “But… but…” He trailed off, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. He sounded like a pitiful child, his voice cracking.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your eyes were locked on Gideon’s face. He was clearly in distress, his lip twitching, and his eyes… was he crying? His eyes were glassy and pink, just how badly had he reacted to you leaving?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He began to move, his arm slowly reaching into the large bag that was still slung around his shoulder. Gideon rummaged around in it, his eyes still locked on you, not tearing his gaze away.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The predatory look in his eyes, along with the way he eyed you as he reached into his bag for something, it made something within you stir, a feeling of fear. You trusted Gideon, he’d never do anything to hurt you… right?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He’d pull out an object from the bag, a large, sleek lantern, with a door-like opening on one of the sides. Your mind began to race, hoping that this wouldn’t go where you feared it would.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You began to back away, still sitting on the ground. You’d ask what he was doing, having the faintest sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t going to go where you imagined it might.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He opened his mouth, his breathing shaky. “I’m not letting you go, not again.” He stated, reaching out towards you. Your heart sank, and you scrambled to your feet, stumbling away, but it was no use, Gideon was faster.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon’s hand curled around your body, keeping a vice grip on you. He eyed you down in his fist, his gaze predatory and possessive. “If I can’t have you, then I’ll just take you! I’ll make you a trophy if I must!” He cried, grasping you tightly.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You tried to reason with him, tried to escape, but your arms were pinned to your sides, and your words didn’t seem to sway Gideon.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Come now, we’re going home.” He growled, opening the lantern with one of his free fingers, and forcing you inside, shutting the door and latching it quickly despite your protests.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gideon raised the lantern up to his face, now being able to look you directly in the eye with that intense, unwavering stare…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “And this time, I’m never letting you go again.”