Part I: Reunion
She watched him slowly, her eyes going from pale green to emerald flecked with silver, Her slightly pointed ears tuning into his thoughts and his troubles.
Poor Sean... He's forgotten everything. Including me.
Byron Duncan walked with his sister and best friend on their way to a theater play. She whispered to the air,
"Dreamscape take thy fate let your veil blind them, deaf them, hide my face."
The trio suddenly fell to the ground, and passed out. Byron suddenly felt himself awaken but still asleep, confused he tried to move and couldn't. Two slender white hands took his face between them and he looked up into those emerald eyes.
A sidhe? An elf? A vampire?
Seelie Courtesan.
The words entered his paralyzed mind just like that and he understood. He felt himself leave his body and float above his own still form; she glanced up at his soul.
"Do you remember me mortal? I bore your child long ago, I saw you die on the field with cold steel protruding from your belly, and I have watched you grow from child to man in this life with the same face, voice and body."
What the fuck?
He thought, staring down at her. Then he felt lightning bite into his brain.
Flashes of the past:
He saw the girl gathering water by the river. Her hair was the shade of blood, her skin snow pure; her eyes a pale moss. She smiled at him. That's all it took. He hadn't needed to ask of her from her parents: they were dead. All her family was.
They married; she grew big with a child. She laughed and sang in a siren's voice.
The Long Shanks declared all clans people killed or bred out. He was preparing to leave...
She went into the glen Of Baine Sidhe alone, he followed.
She stood naked, her bare flesh glistening with dew among the trees, the moonlight revealing her eyes, emeralds littered with silver specks.
Her ears changed, becoming slightly pointed. She called out to the elements to pull back the veil to let her venture to the true glen, where the seelie, unseelie and sidhe courts ruled. He saw her vanish.
The night before he died, He wrapped his arms about her holding her tightly.
"I know..." Was all he said.
"I realize that..."
He turned her around, kissing her deeply.
"It doesn't matter..." He said.
He put out the lamp, letting her robes fall to the floor.
He died in a pool of his own blood, his soul forgetting, to protect his heart.
She gave birth to a half human sidhe, named Corinth, in honor of the veil of the glen, the child grew to manhood and died as half mortals do 500 years later.
She remained beautiful, unchanging, Heart sick waiting her lover's reincarnation. His eyes blinked, his soul slid back into his body; he was in pain.
He felt raw and battered, tears flowed down her face as she kissed his lips lightly.
"Now you remember all that occurred Sean... I'll celebrate reunion on the full moon, come to the old willow tree at your earthly mother's home. I'll draw you into my world of pleasure and secrets and death..."
She made herself invisible, and walked away quietly, as the trio awakened.
"What happened Byron?" one of them asked.
Byron had no answer he could voice, because Sean was back in his body, His heart and soul were together once again, And he wanted his Sidhe Lady, his faery lover.
Part II: Waxing Moon
Byron lay down, his head full of drink-induced phantoms. The whole episode with that girl was too weird. It had to have been a dream. Had to...
It wasn't a dream.
She's real; she's waiting.
That voice in his head had been with him since that night 3 weeks ago when he'd blacked out with his sister and friend in the park. The voice wasn't strange and it didn't frighten him. It was his voice that he heard, but the accent and the tone,
that
wasn't his at all!
Time to go back
. The voice said.
Follow your instinct; She'll lead you
.
As if in a trance he rose pulling on a pair of black jeans, and a black duster and boots, no shirt though the night air was freezing, and left his room in the attic, going down the stairs, intent on finding her.
She stood motionless, her long hair free and being whipped to and fro by the wind. The wind whispering, "
When mortal men come seeking pleasure or pain they find your people, Courtesan...
"
"
Silence!
" She screamed, tears dotting her cheeks.
She was so close-
so close
to having her warrior back with her. If only his true nature awoke, awoke to his reborn body and mind. She remembered seeing his hands those weeks ago...
Slender fingers still gentle as ever. She smiled slightly. Those fingers drove her insane once upon a time. But she ravaged him in return...
Her fingers dug into his back, her nails cutting through skin into muscle, His scream shut off as he gasped for air, A shuddering release of the lance into her grail and she laughed, Her laugh like wind flowing through hanging chimes. She cradled him against her chest, licking the blood off her nails, he fell into a exhausted sleep
.
A sound brought her to the present.
"Samhainna, Sidhe Of The Glen Of Baine." A musical male voice spoke softly but loud enough to be heard.
"Give up this folly and return. This world of mortal men doesn't suit thee."
"Galen!" She spat, staring infuriated up at her brother.
"Leave me alone! Go home! I want not to do with it anymore! I-"
A pair of strong black cotton sheathed arms encircled her torso, pulling her back against a well-developed chest. Her eyes went wide, when she heard the voice.
"You heard the lady, you thieving conniving Bastard. Now leave us in peace." Sean looked threatening over at Galen. She leaned back, eyes shut, and a faint smile on her lips. Galen spoke,
"You think you can take her in the flesh by the time the moon grows full? Ha! She terrifies the soul residing in your body, Sean! You'll see! Her song may lull him to rest so you may return but it won't work forever and unless you do couple with her by the moons' ripeness your true soul will no longer be reborn!"
Sean spun Samhainna around and held her tightly, his long hair hiding his face, her own face buried against his bare flesh, her cheek against his heart.
"My soul and heart split you fool! Neither one died! My soul simply has another name in this life, and it is remembering. All of it; even my death on that blood soaked field."
"And you'd die again to be with that
thing
? There's a reason the gods brought us into be human! To torture and please, to create and destroy! That's our way! No mortal can love and keep one of us!"
Sean let the duster drop to the ground; a series of knot work tattoos could be faintly seen on his skin.
"I'm returning slowly but fully.
AND I WILL LOVE AND KEEP HER TILL I BECOME DUST IN THIS LIFE! I SWEAR IT!
" The rage that sounded in that voice made her tremble, but not in a frightened sense.
He was
her
Sean, Come back from the realm of fallen warriors to seek her out and take her, as he once did ages ago. She kissed his hand and pressed it to her cheek.
"Morning light skims the earth my love. Go please. I must leave your realm for now."
He grabbed her up and kissed her deeply. He whispered,
"The night the moon grows full I will claim you as wife and lover again, my precious one."
With that he turned, and headed back to Byron's home. She stood rooted, her brother draping folded arms on her shoulders grinning smugly.
"Your infatuation with humans, oh dear sister I'll never understand you!"
He tilted her head and kissed fully on the lips. Whispering,
"Remember, humans, like their passions die off,
I NEVER WILL
."
She turned and fled from him, into the dying shadows of night, while he laughed at her folly, remembering how her skin felt against his own.
Part III
Galen was remembering... The night had been cold within the realm, but his sister demanded she be allowed to go bathe in the fountain of Kelianas for youth and virility for the humans' crops. She had stripped and dove in begging him to join her; to help wash her long tresses with the rowan scented soap their mother made.
When he had finished washing her hair for her, she leaned back so he could hold her, her back pressed against him. She said she hoped that the crops thrived and the mortals would be pleased... Then she kissed him, her lips missing his cheek, pressing against his mouth.
Startled she pulled away... Then the Lunapara struck them both. It was the bond that drew the gods to their sisters as lovers, the goddesses to their brothers and so on. In the cold water of the fountain, they made love beneath the moon's eye, while on the earth plane humans celebrated Beltane...
That was before he came along. Before that human stole her away from me... She's mine! She belongs to me!
Galen cursed as he threw a stone into the fountain. He could still feel himself buried within her, Her cries of pleasure echoing in his ears. He clutched his head and moaned. It's not fair! It wasn't...!
In the earthly realm Samhainna was talking with a human descendent of the son she bore a millennium ago...
"It's true then? He's come back? " The bright eyed maiden asked her Ancestress.
Samhainna nodded.
"Yes child he has." She replied.
"I see. What happens now?"
"I couple with him to bring his soul back to his body with his heart."
"Can you in time? "
