I don’t think Artie has a full shilling anymore honestly. Absolutely bonkers. I manage to fight my way out and all he’s managed to do is just get out of a grand damn war! This is the part I do not miss about this world. The rest of the nations didn’t even realize I’d been gone. Artie’s precious Alfred is still ignorant of everything, which amuses, terrifies, and delights him to no end. I will never get what’s going on with those two. I wonder if Alfred realizes I overload my language with slang just to piss him off… Anyways, I am getting away from Artie’s crazy British Empire business as soon as I readjust to normal life. It’s… exhilarating to feel the hum of land and people directly in your veins. Underhill, I always felt it, sometimes forgot about it, but it was always muted. Right now all the dizzying emotions are tumbling over me like… like bard’s song without rest or reprieve. I’ve been away too long. But I’m done foostering about. Get off my lazy arse and do something for my country for the first time in five hundred years… blimey. It’s been a while. Well, around nine hundred for Darren, and one for Jamie.
I’m still not sure how I got out exactly, and while it’s funny to see how much it bothers Artie, I wish I could help more. Those weird Indian magics are odd as well. And… well, perhaps what I found in Artie’s basement best not be mentioned here.
I looked at Arthur’s little portraits of each of us, and it’s very close to how we used to look. Just not now. Underhill changes a person. I wonder what Mam looked like before. Arthur’s portrait is very incomplete.
Arthur shouldn’t spend so much time casting protections around everyone he knows. Caring is not an advantage with the Unseelie Court. Artie doesn’t care apparently, and won’t take my advice. He even cast one on me the other day. I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.
Artie’s lost his Empire, but got himself a fella instead. I’m officially an independent country by the by, but Artie knew it was coming and was generally very cordial about it. Perhaps he’s too worn out by the war to care.
Artie is taking protection to ridiculous extremes with Alfred. I mean honestly man… And their puppy love is disgusting. This probably isn’t the best place to complain about those two, but really! It’s also that I feel close to Darren and Jamie in this little book. It’s odd, to go from seeing one’s brothers every day for hundreds of years, and then suddenly having only baby Artie. It’s… very lonely, actually. At least Artie’s boy toy makes him forget about the fact that I can’t help him that much, in the remembering or the rescuing. I rarely wish I had more of a connection to my magic. But I wish I at least had faerie friends to talk to. I wonder what my familiar would be.
Alfred looked up, a little stunned. Well, he had some questions answered now. “So… so you came back?”
Connall glared at him. “What does it say there boyo? Yes, I managed to escape. Or perhaps I was allowed. Who knows?” Connall began to pace, tracing a well worn route in the carpet. “Do you see now what you’re getting into? How futile this whole thing is? How you’re practically giving up everything in this world to be enthralled at the Unseelie Court?”
“I won’t be enthralled.” Alfred said, running his hands over his thin arms, voice steady though his thoughts were running around like squirrels in his head. “I have natural defenses too.”
“Aye, that you do.” Connall said, stopping short and looking at him up and down. “You have your ridiculous amount of iron, and you are the most magicless person I have ever known. But lad… you don’t have your strength anymore do you?”
It was odd, to hear one of Arthur’s pet names come through lips that were so similar yet so different to his. Alfred stared down at his dress shoes in shame. It hit him again how the one thing that was really special about his was gone. He was suddenly once more aware how his clothes didn’t fit. He felt like Steve Rogers before the super serum.
“Yes, and that’s one more thing I need to get back.” Alfred said lowly. He wasn’t changing his mind. This was going to happen and this was going to succeed.
Re: Crowe 3f/?
I’m still not sure how I got out exactly, and while it’s funny to see how much it bothers Artie, I wish I could help more. Those weird Indian magics are odd as well. And… well, perhaps what I found in Artie’s basement best not be mentioned here.
I looked at Arthur’s little portraits of each of us, and it’s very close to how we used to look. Just not now. Underhill changes a person. I wonder what Mam looked like before. Arthur’s portrait is very incomplete.
Arthur shouldn’t spend so much time casting protections around everyone he knows. Caring is not an advantage with the Unseelie Court. Artie doesn’t care apparently, and won’t take my advice. He even cast one on me the other day. I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.
Artie’s lost his Empire, but got himself a fella instead. I’m officially an independent country by the by, but Artie knew it was coming and was generally very cordial about it. Perhaps he’s too worn out by the war to care.
Artie is taking protection to ridiculous extremes with Alfred. I mean honestly man… And their puppy love is disgusting. This probably isn’t the best place to complain about those two, but really! It’s also that I feel close to Darren and Jamie in this little book. It’s odd, to go from seeing one’s brothers every day for hundreds of years, and then suddenly having only baby Artie. It’s… very lonely, actually. At least Artie’s boy toy makes him forget about the fact that I can’t help him that much, in the remembering or the rescuing. I rarely wish I had more of a connection to my magic. But I wish I at least had faerie friends to talk to. I wonder what my familiar would be.
Alfred looked up, a little stunned. Well, he had some questions answered now. “So… so you came back?”
Connall glared at him. “What does it say there boyo? Yes, I managed to escape. Or perhaps I was allowed. Who knows?” Connall began to pace, tracing a well worn route in the carpet. “Do you see now what you’re getting into? How futile this whole thing is? How you’re practically giving up everything in this world to be enthralled at the Unseelie Court?”
“I won’t be enthralled.” Alfred said, running his hands over his thin arms, voice steady though his thoughts were running around like squirrels in his head. “I have natural defenses too.”
“Aye, that you do.” Connall said, stopping short and looking at him up and down. “You have your ridiculous amount of iron, and you are the most magicless person I have ever known. But lad… you don’t have your strength anymore do you?”
It was odd, to hear one of Arthur’s pet names come through lips that were so similar yet so different to his. Alfred stared down at his dress shoes in shame. It hit him again how the one thing that was really special about his was gone. He was suddenly once more aware how his clothes didn’t fit. He felt like Steve Rogers before the super serum.
“Yes, and that’s one more thing I need to get back.” Alfred said lowly. He wasn’t changing his mind. This was going to happen and this was going to succeed.