forum "Wait, you... you're... magic?" "Darling, what do you think?" (Fantasy o/o Closed)

Started February 01, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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Farah cried out, and before she knew it, she was on the ground being straddled by Shade. She flushed heavily at their positioning, but she grinned back and caught her breath. "I like you too."

"Glad we got that sorted out… now, do you concede?" Shade asks, noting the bright red flush on Farah.

Farah squinted her eyes. "Never."

A gust of strong wind came from seemingly nowhere and pushed Shade off of the fairy. Farah gathered herself and rose to her feet.

Shade chuckles. "Oh, you'll wish you never said that."

She bounces up to her feet, then waits to see what else Farah will do.

Farah tilted her head and smirked. "You'll have to make me." But before she could continue their friendly-competitive expedition, a hooded figure in all black darted out from a tree behind Farah. Moving swiftly, the assassin gripped Farah's hair and pulled back to expose her neck. Farah gasped, but the killer already had a silver blade at her throat.

Shade's playfullness immediately drops, and she snarls. She launches herself in a flash of auraic light, and literally throws the assailant through the ancient oak trees.

She looks at Farah. "You okay?"

Farah was much more afraid than she was letting on as she nodded and touched her fingertips to her throat gently. "Yes." She turned to face the assassin, who clearly was a man by the way he grunted as he stood up after hitting a tree and slamming into the ground. Farah's fingers curled, and she used the wind to whip the hood and mask off his face.

A man with stony grey eyes and closely cropped brown hair looked back at her. The dagger that had very nearly killed her was in his tight grip, and he glared at the both of them.

Shade walks up to the man and grabs him by the throat, then throws him down on the ground, a look of fury on her face. For once, she doesn't repeat any words, and her voice is silken and deadly. "Who are you? And why did you just try to attack my friend?"

"Why do you think I'd tell you?" the man asked. He spoke with a Mancunian accent, and his glare was as sharp as his words. "But she's a fairy, isn't she?" He looked at Farah firmly.

"What does it matter?" Farah asked just as sharply.

"Because you probably value your limbs intact and fully functional." Shade snarls.

She glares at the man, and stays silent, waiting for him to answer.

Although the man continued to glare, he cooperated. "I was told to find her and sent out her to kill her."

Farah stiffened. "Who sent you?" He didn't respond.

Shade pulls out a wicked looking knife.

"Answer," she whispers in his ear, bending down, "Or you'll find your toes gone."

"Shade," Farah murmured with an underlying tone of warning.

The man flinched away. "I don't know. The order went through three others before it got to me."

Shade holds up a hand to stop Farah. Nobody threatens her. Nobody. is all she can think. She puts away the knife anyways. She notes the flinch.

"Who exactly? Answer, or… well, I'm sure Farah will stop me before I get too far, but I can make the rest of your life hell." she says, the deadly tone still in her voice.

"I don't know who. The one who gave me the order told me about two people ahead of him," the man grunted. His eyes darted again to the fairy. "Your name is Farah?"

She lifted her chin slightly. "Yes."

"Good enough, I suppose." Shade nods.

She then looks to Farah. "Shall we do to him what he was so willing to do to you, dear, or shall we show him mercy?"

Farah swallowed, reaching up and touching her throat lightly. Then, she slowly paced over to him. The man was clearly anxious as she approached him. She knelt at his side and studied his face. "Do you still plan to kill me?" she asked.

Shade gets up and steps back, letting Farah take over, aware that her judgment is… clouded. She watches the man intently, like a hawk, however, waiting for his response.

He didn't respond for a moment, and Farah was about to stand up when he finally said, "No, I don't."

Farah nodded. "What's your name?"

"Saul Silva."

Shade sighs in relief, then turns slightly red.

"Well… Saul… I suppose I should apologise?" she murmurs, walking over and leaning down, holding out a hand to help him up.

"It's not necessary," Saul said, reaching up to take her hand. "If someone threatened a friend of mine, I'd do the same you did. I only took the job for the money," he admitted.

Shade just laughs. "Here in the forest, money means nothing."

She pulls Saul to his feet, not even stumbling.

"My name is Shade, and the faerie next to me, the small one, not Farrah, is Glimmer." she adds. Glimmer waves and blushes slightly at the man's looks.

Shade chuckles at that.

"Anyways, we still have some soup..?" she says, leaving the sentence hanging.

"Well where I come from, it does," Saul said. Once he was standing again, he nodded briefly at Glimmer before looking at Farah again. "Soup would be great," he said, maintaining eye contact with Farah while answering Shade's question.

"Well… I suppose it would, you being a city dweller." Shade snorts.

She nods, and Glimmer races off to get the soup.

"So… might I ask what exactly led to this unfortunate series of events?" she asks once Glimmer is gone.

Saul finally tore his gaze from Farah, and she flushed a bit once he did. "I need money to help my brother," Saul explained. "This was the highest paying job. Killing a fairy. Which," he added sharply, looking again at Farah, "I'm not going to do."