“And… did they get Alfred too?” Arthur asked softly, hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t true, couldn’t be true… He’d made sure, he done the damn circles of protection…
“No.” James answered shortly, as Darren, who Arthur now noticed was covered in a light dusting of soot, rather like a Victorian chimney sweep, asked in confusion: “Who?”
Arthur wasn’t quite sure how to describe him, or their relationship, exactly… Practically married but not? No, not quite… Not that he wanted the teasing from his brothers anyways.
James decided to answer for him. “Tugolbyre.”
“What?” Darren breathed, utterly shocked. “The – the one without magic? You know him?”
“Aye. Artie found him, wee thing, took him as a colony, then he got
End written section. Yes I did decide to make James have a ridiculous accent. Darren’s voice is sing song because that’s what a Welsh accent sounds like to a lot of people. Or one of the Welsh accents, anyway.
Arthur discovers there is a prophesy that states that the Unseelie Court can only hold three of the Kirkland brothers at one time, else they risk defeat of everything. Arthur also reviews the escape attempts made up to this point. The brothers are held, it turns out, by their own magic. So the more powerful they are, the tighter the bonds. That’s why Connall, with the weakest bonds, was able to get out when Darren and James worked together. Darren did try a simple upward transportation spell once, and landed socked in coal. It’s unknown how he got out of that one, but the coal dust has clung to him ever since.
Mab asks Arthur to guarantee the weather at her garden party. He agrees, he has to, but in rebellion, he never says what he’d guarantee it as. Arthur, always being good at water magic, makes it pour, hard, all over Underhill. (See giant rainstorm earlier on.)
Arthur meets up with Clovehoof the Unicorn again at some point.
Arthur also sees his mother again, and she holds a high position in Court. She does not remember him, and he hates this. The brothers agree that if they could get their mother to remember where she is supposed to be, they could escape.
Court intrigue abounds, and a lot of comparing and contrasting between various cultures goes on. Various themes introduced include: the freedom of choice, good or bad; Forced into doing something or coerced; Gilded cage prisonership, etc.
Arthur fights a nobleman after he makes a move on his mother, and he is knocked severely unconscious. There he meets Alfred in the desert. We see that scene for the third time, from Arthur’s point of view.
One day, Matthew is captured and arrives at Court, in a bad state. Here is his arrival.
“What’s wrong with him?” Arthur cried, grabbing Matthew’s shoulders and shaking him violently. No no no this wasn’t supposed to be happening, not Matthew, not him, he wasn’t even supposed to be here he wasn’t how had this happened, it was all Arthur’s fault.
Suddenly, Matthew’s eyes flickered open behind his round spectacles. He looked surprised to see Arthur, and then he began choking, hacking, the red drops of blood staining his too white chin. “Al… he’s… he’s dead.”
“What?” Arthur gasped, and all his brothers stiffened around him.
Matthew seemed to steel himself. “I… I found him… edge of desert… poison… Laid him… to rest… safe now… he’s dead.”
No no no no no… Arthur blinked twice, willing it not to be true. “No, you must’ve been fooled, Alfred can’t be…”
Matthew’s face was pained. “Pocket… look in my… pocket.”
Arthur paused for a moment. Did he… did he want to see what was in there? Arthur was incredibly good at being in denial, especially if there was hope… His hand hovered uncertainly over Matthew’s coat.
With an exasperated noise, James opened Matthew’s pocket himself, and pulled out Alfred’s old, fat, beat up wallet, and handed it to Arthur. Arthur took it with shaking hands.
Crowe END/t
“No.” James answered shortly, as Darren, who Arthur now noticed was covered in a light dusting of soot, rather like a Victorian chimney sweep, asked in confusion: “Who?”
Arthur wasn’t quite sure how to describe him, or their relationship, exactly… Practically married but not? No, not quite… Not that he wanted the teasing from his brothers anyways.
James decided to answer for him. “Tugolbyre.”
“What?” Darren breathed, utterly shocked. “The – the one without magic? You know him?”
“Aye. Artie found him, wee thing, took him as a colony, then he got
End written section. Yes I did decide to make James have a ridiculous accent. Darren’s voice is sing song because that’s what a Welsh accent sounds like to a lot of people. Or one of the Welsh accents, anyway.
Arthur discovers there is a prophesy that states that the Unseelie Court can only hold three of the Kirkland brothers at one time, else they risk defeat of everything. Arthur also reviews the escape attempts made up to this point. The brothers are held, it turns out, by their own magic. So the more powerful they are, the tighter the bonds. That’s why Connall, with the weakest bonds, was able to get out when Darren and James worked together. Darren did try a simple upward transportation spell once, and landed socked in coal. It’s unknown how he got out of that one, but the coal dust has clung to him ever since.
Mab asks Arthur to guarantee the weather at her garden party. He agrees, he has to, but in rebellion, he never says what he’d guarantee it as. Arthur, always being good at water magic, makes it pour, hard, all over Underhill. (See giant rainstorm earlier on.)
Arthur meets up with Clovehoof the Unicorn again at some point.
Arthur also sees his mother again, and she holds a high position in Court. She does not remember him, and he hates this. The brothers agree that if they could get their mother to remember where she is supposed to be, they could escape.
Court intrigue abounds, and a lot of comparing and contrasting between various cultures goes on. Various themes introduced include: the freedom of choice, good or bad; Forced into doing something or coerced; Gilded cage prisonership, etc.
Arthur fights a nobleman after he makes a move on his mother, and he is knocked severely unconscious. There he meets Alfred in the desert. We see that scene for the third time, from Arthur’s point of view.
One day, Matthew is captured and arrives at Court, in a bad state. Here is his arrival.
“What’s wrong with him?” Arthur cried, grabbing Matthew’s shoulders and shaking him violently. No no no this wasn’t supposed to be happening, not Matthew, not him, he wasn’t even supposed to be here he wasn’t how had this happened, it was all Arthur’s fault.
Suddenly, Matthew’s eyes flickered open behind his round spectacles. He looked surprised to see Arthur, and then he began choking, hacking, the red drops of blood staining his too white chin. “Al… he’s… he’s dead.”
“What?” Arthur gasped, and all his brothers stiffened around him.
Matthew seemed to steel himself. “I… I found him… edge of desert… poison… Laid him… to rest… safe now… he’s dead.”
No no no no no… Arthur blinked twice, willing it not to be true. “No, you must’ve been fooled, Alfred can’t be…”
Matthew’s face was pained. “Pocket… look in my… pocket.”
Arthur paused for a moment. Did he… did he want to see what was in there? Arthur was incredibly good at being in denial, especially if there was hope… His hand hovered uncertainly over Matthew’s coat.
With an exasperated noise, James opened Matthew’s pocket himself, and pulled out Alfred’s old, fat, beat up wallet, and handed it to Arthur. Arthur took it with shaking hands.