dream ♦ 005

[nolessthanseven]

Warnings Minor spoilers for City of Ashes.
Effects a sense of adventure.

Isabelle splashed out into the pond, giving no sign that the intense, biting chill affected her at all, green velvet coat swirling around her like a lily pad. "We only have until the moon moves," she told her companions, not pausing to glance back.

She waited at the center of the pond, listening to the sounds of Simon, Jace, and Clary following her out, then held up her hand towards the redhead, "Stop." Just ahead of them, the moon glimmered on the water like a great silvery disk. Isabelle gestured for Jace to move forward, watching with a small smile as he disappeared into the reflection without a trace.

Clary, followed by Simon, disappeared next, leaving Isabelle alone for only moments before she took her leave, landing effortlessly down in the corridor. Dripping wet and blissfully oblivious of the weight of her hair and coat, she grinned. "Oooh, that was fun."

"Which way do we go?" Jace asked, glancing around; Clary's lips were pursed even before Isabelle's nonchalant reply, and Simon remained suspicious of the entire situation.

"Neither way. We wait here, and they come and get us. The Court knows all that happens in their lands. Our presence won't go unnoticed."

"And how do you know so much about faeries and the Seelie Court, anyway?"

Isabelle blushed, much to everyone's surprise and her own chagrin. She was only saved from answering by a rustle of vines being drawn aside.

She awoke with a start before the dream could continue, rubbing one eye as she frowned, wondering exactly what prompted that little reminder of the past. Snatching for the Dreamberry, Isabelle quickly shut it off with an incoherent mutter.

Comments

[halfthelady.livejournal.com]

Please don't tell me that you know that faerie from home.

[And by 'that faerie' she means Irial.]

[nolessthanseven]

Of course not. [she rolls her eyes.] Irial has a name, by the way.

[halfthelady.livejournal.com]

What world is he from then?

[Smiling sweetly.]

Pardon me. Preferably I like to refrain from being on first name basis with a Downwolder that claims he 'watches me' at night.

[nolessthanseven]

His own.

Doesn't stop him any. And I can't imagine him watching you very long, either.

[halfthelady.livejournal.com]

Still. Just the idea that he's simply a few cottages away doesn't help.

I suppose you're okay with his behavior?

[nolessthanseven]

[under her breath, she corrects:] Right next door.

I'm pretty sure my feminine wiles and a number of ultimatums will keep him from straying too far. So yeah, I'm relatively okay with it.

[halfthelady.livejournal.com]

[A huff escapes Jessamine's lips.]

I'm not asking if you believe his attention will stray - I'm asking if you find it appropriate that he's simply watching people while they sleep.

[nolessthanseven]

If I thought asking him to stop would help, I would have. I'm pretty sure 'appropriate' isn't in his vocabulary.

[halfthelady.livejournal.com]

So I see.

I don't know how you put up with it.

[nolessthanseven]

He's not that bad. Besides, I've had worse boyfriends. [...kinda.]

[halfthelady.livejournal.com]

Is having many boyfriends common during your time?

[Still getting used to that word.]

[nolessthanseven]

Not at the same time. But yeah, it's pretty normal.

[halfthelady.livejournal.com]

At the same time? Goodness! The closest thing we have to that are mistresses but no one ever speaks about those in public.

[hacksinundies.livejournal.com]

Looks like you've got your own little band yourself.

[nolessthanseven]

Doesn't everyone? [she laughs.] They were pretty entertaining, I have to say.

[hacksinundies.livejournal.com]

Entertaining, huh? Why do you say that?

[nolessthanseven]

Wherever Clary went, trouble followed. That day - the one in the dream - was totally hectic. She ended up accidentally drinking the Queen's offering and caused us a huge headache. Which we ended up solving, but the point is.

[hacksinundies.livejournal.com]

What's so wrong with drinking an offering like that? If it were from some Queen, I probably would've downed it in a second.

[Of course he's talking about a different kind of queen.]

[nolessthanseven]

[and probably drinks that don't trap you in the Court.]

Everything. You drink anything, and you have to stay there. It's not that great a time.

[hacksinundies.livejournal.com]

That... doesn't sound like a good time at all. And sounds like it should be some kind of protocol before setting out on a mission. I'm guess it was an accident then?

[nolessthanseven]

Yeah, she ended up getting some of the drink on her hand and then accidentally stuck her finger in her mouth when one of the Fair Folk bit her. I made sure to warn them all before we even got there.

[hacksinundies.livejournal.com]

Just what were you guys planning on doing there anyway?

[nolessthanseven]

Well, the Queen requested an audience with us. And seriously, you can't refuse something like that. [then quickly:] And I maybe decided it was a good idea to ask her through my boyfriend-at-the-time if we could swap Valentine theories with her.

Anyway. It wasn't like we were sneaking in or anything.

[hacksinundies.livejournal.com]

Swapping theories with a Queen. Sounds like quite the honor.

Could've fooled me though. It looked like you guys were trying to make sure you weren't followed.

[nolessthanseven]

Yeah, it's pretty cool.

Not everyone can go through that doorway. I definitely wasn't worried about being followed. Maybe Simon or Clary was, though.