Fragile Eternity
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Maybe he didnt tell me good-bye because he knew I would try to make him stay.His last message had been that hed call, not that he would come home to her.
She stayed there, kneeling, until Keenan led her away.
Chapter 29
Sorcha would rather be with her mortal in the garden; however, Devlin had insisted they speak. They walked through the halls, not beside each other but with him not quite a half step behind. It was only enough distance that she would notice. At a casual glance, other faeries would not see it. The swish of her skirts and measure of her step were so predictable that Devlin could time his movement to match hers. After eons together, he could predict every move in the Unchanging Queen.And I loathe that. She wouldnt speak that into their world though.
Her brother had existed almost as long as she and Bananach had. He was a tether between his sisters, an advisor to Order, a friend to War. Of the three, he found his the least appealing position, but Sorcha would gladly have traded fates with him. He had a freedom of choice that she lacked. Bananach had freedom but lacked a firm grasp on sanity.
Forgive my questioning, but what good can come of letting him leave here? Keep him or kill him. Hes just a mortal. His going there will complicate matters. The other courts will quarrel.
Seth is mine now, Devlin. Hes my court, my subject,mine .
I could remedy that. He introduces risks that are dangerous. Your caring for him isuntidy, my queen. Devlins tone was even, but even didnt mean safe. His devotion to order was often bloody: murder was merely another sort of order.
He is mine, she repeated.
He would be yours in the earth too. Let the hall take him. Your affection is causing you to act oddly. Devlin caught her gaze. He inspires you to forget your tasks. You spend all of your time with himand then hell go to their realm, where you wont walk. If he doesnt return to you or if War kills him, I fear that you will be irrational. There are solutions. You can still control this situation. Kill him or keep him here where he is safe.
And if thats what Bananach wants? Sorcha paused to look in at Olivia. The starscapes she was painting were perfectly wroughtequidistant pinpoints of light with sporadic glimpses of randomness. The touch of chaos in the orderart required that. It was why true High Court faeries couldnt create.
Devlin stayed silent as they watched Olivia string stars on celestial spider-thread, weaving a frame to anchor bits of eternity for a few brief moments. If envy werent so untidy, Sorcha suspected shed feel it in such moments. Devlin, for his part, was in awe. Consuming passion fascinated him, and Olivia was consumed by her art. She had only the barest tie to the world, moving through it like a breeze. She spoke, but never while she worked, and rarely when she thought of work.
Sorcha stepped back into the hall.
When Devlin followed, she told him, I want Seth to have his freedom, but to be kept safe over there. I want him observed when Im not with him. I need this, Dev. Ive not asked for anything like this in all of forever.
What do you see?
Sorcha didnt like to talk about the arcs she saw in life-threads. They were rarely predictable, only temporally true, and always fluid. Each choice made the whole pattern shift and refine itself. Like Bananachs far-seeing, Sorcha saw what-ifs and maybes. Bananach only looked to those that would help her further her goals; Sorchas vision was wider.
I see his thread woven in mine, she whispered. And it has no end, no knots or loopsand it shifts even as I speak. It blinks in and out of forever. It chokes mine; it fills in my own where it looks as I had died. He matters.
Murdering him before this emotion clouded your logic wouldve simplified things.
Or destroyed them.
Devlin frowned. Youre keeping something from me.
When Sorcha opened her mouth to reply, Devlin raised a hand. I know. You are the High Queen. It is your right. All is your right. For a strange moment, he seemed almost affectionate as he gazed at her, but then he spoke, I will keep him safe over there, but you must tuck this emotion away. It is unnatural.
The faery who had been her counsel for longer than either of them could quite recall seemed to have only the courts needs in mind.
As I should.
But as she returned to business, she wondered if Seth would like her private garden and what art he would make for her before he left.
Every day, Sorcha came to Seths quarters and listened to him talk, and when he wasnt working, she spent hours showing him as much of the breadth of Faerie as she could in their limited time. Hed miss her when he left. Much like when hed known Linda was leaving, he felt a dull ache at the thought of going months without her company. It was a maudlin truth, but he suspected hed admit it to her all the same.
Today, when she walked in, the High Queen had a pensive mien; her moonlight eyes sparkled with cold light so very different from Aislinns sunlit looks.
Soon Ill see the sunlight again.He smiled at the thought of being with Aislinn, of telling her what hed seen, of revealing that hed found a way to have forever with her. He wanted to bring her to Faerie with him.Maybe Sorcha would agree to let Ash stay with me during that month. Or visit. He wasnt sure he was ready to ask, not until he talked to Aislinn, but even if they couldnt work that out, one month out of each year was a small price. Hed gained eternity with Aislinn in exchange for a few short months.
Sorcha didnt speak. She simply walked to the window and opened it, letting in moonlight and the thick scent of jasmine. It was day, but in Faerie, the skies shifted at Sorchas whim: she apparently felt it should be night just then.
She stayed there, kneeling, until Keenan led her away.
Chapter 29
Sorcha would rather be with her mortal in the garden; however, Devlin had insisted they speak. They walked through the halls, not beside each other but with him not quite a half step behind. It was only enough distance that she would notice. At a casual glance, other faeries would not see it. The swish of her skirts and measure of her step were so predictable that Devlin could time his movement to match hers. After eons together, he could predict every move in the Unchanging Queen.And I loathe that. She wouldnt speak that into their world though.
Her brother had existed almost as long as she and Bananach had. He was a tether between his sisters, an advisor to Order, a friend to War. Of the three, he found his the least appealing position, but Sorcha would gladly have traded fates with him. He had a freedom of choice that she lacked. Bananach had freedom but lacked a firm grasp on sanity.
Forgive my questioning, but what good can come of letting him leave here? Keep him or kill him. Hes just a mortal. His going there will complicate matters. The other courts will quarrel.
Seth is mine now, Devlin. Hes my court, my subject,mine .
I could remedy that. He introduces risks that are dangerous. Your caring for him isuntidy, my queen. Devlins tone was even, but even didnt mean safe. His devotion to order was often bloody: murder was merely another sort of order.
He is mine, she repeated.
He would be yours in the earth too. Let the hall take him. Your affection is causing you to act oddly. Devlin caught her gaze. He inspires you to forget your tasks. You spend all of your time with himand then hell go to their realm, where you wont walk. If he doesnt return to you or if War kills him, I fear that you will be irrational. There are solutions. You can still control this situation. Kill him or keep him here where he is safe.
And if thats what Bananach wants? Sorcha paused to look in at Olivia. The starscapes she was painting were perfectly wroughtequidistant pinpoints of light with sporadic glimpses of randomness. The touch of chaos in the orderart required that. It was why true High Court faeries couldnt create.
Devlin stayed silent as they watched Olivia string stars on celestial spider-thread, weaving a frame to anchor bits of eternity for a few brief moments. If envy werent so untidy, Sorcha suspected shed feel it in such moments. Devlin, for his part, was in awe. Consuming passion fascinated him, and Olivia was consumed by her art. She had only the barest tie to the world, moving through it like a breeze. She spoke, but never while she worked, and rarely when she thought of work.
Sorcha stepped back into the hall.
When Devlin followed, she told him, I want Seth to have his freedom, but to be kept safe over there. I want him observed when Im not with him. I need this, Dev. Ive not asked for anything like this in all of forever.
What do you see?
Sorcha didnt like to talk about the arcs she saw in life-threads. They were rarely predictable, only temporally true, and always fluid. Each choice made the whole pattern shift and refine itself. Like Bananachs far-seeing, Sorcha saw what-ifs and maybes. Bananach only looked to those that would help her further her goals; Sorchas vision was wider.
I see his thread woven in mine, she whispered. And it has no end, no knots or loopsand it shifts even as I speak. It blinks in and out of forever. It chokes mine; it fills in my own where it looks as I had died. He matters.
Murdering him before this emotion clouded your logic wouldve simplified things.
Or destroyed them.
Devlin frowned. Youre keeping something from me.
When Sorcha opened her mouth to reply, Devlin raised a hand. I know. You are the High Queen. It is your right. All is your right. For a strange moment, he seemed almost affectionate as he gazed at her, but then he spoke, I will keep him safe over there, but you must tuck this emotion away. It is unnatural.
The faery who had been her counsel for longer than either of them could quite recall seemed to have only the courts needs in mind.
As I should.
But as she returned to business, she wondered if Seth would like her private garden and what art he would make for her before he left.
Every day, Sorcha came to Seths quarters and listened to him talk, and when he wasnt working, she spent hours showing him as much of the breadth of Faerie as she could in their limited time. Hed miss her when he left. Much like when hed known Linda was leaving, he felt a dull ache at the thought of going months without her company. It was a maudlin truth, but he suspected hed admit it to her all the same.
Today, when she walked in, the High Queen had a pensive mien; her moonlight eyes sparkled with cold light so very different from Aislinns sunlit looks.
Soon Ill see the sunlight again.He smiled at the thought of being with Aislinn, of telling her what hed seen, of revealing that hed found a way to have forever with her. He wanted to bring her to Faerie with him.Maybe Sorcha would agree to let Ash stay with me during that month. Or visit. He wasnt sure he was ready to ask, not until he talked to Aislinn, but even if they couldnt work that out, one month out of each year was a small price. Hed gained eternity with Aislinn in exchange for a few short months.
Sorcha didnt speak. She simply walked to the window and opened it, letting in moonlight and the thick scent of jasmine. It was day, but in Faerie, the skies shifted at Sorchas whim: she apparently felt it should be night just then.
