Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "Really. Then why are we still standing here?"
For Camie
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Farah shook her head. "Alright, fine. Let's go." She set off away from her cottage.
Qûs'ÿltn laughs. "There we go."
He follows her, flashes of lighting occasionally hitting him for no reason.
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The fairy rolled her eyes playfully. "No need to put on a show about it." The first few times the lightning struck, she jumped, but she slowly got used to it.
"Oh, c'mon, Farah! I put on a show for everything." Qûs'ÿltn grins, turning a cartwheel.
A bolt strikes him in the crotch, and he groans slightly. "Methinks that one was a little too powerful."
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Farah smirked, her eyes glowing silver-blue as her magic was used and turning naturally brown again quickly. "Shame."
Qûs'ÿltn looks at Farah with mock outrage. "Fie upon you, brigand! Stand and fight!"
He produces a rubber chicken that he'd aqquired some time ago from another place and proceeds to poke Farah with it.
(You know the rubber chickens I'm talking about, right? The ones that scream when they inhale?)
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(Yeah XD)
Farah looked down at the object with pure confusion on her face. "Oh gods, what in the Otherworld is that?" she asked, looking up at Qûs'ÿltn and back at the chicken.
(Lol, I'm just imagining this entire scene as a comic panel: the serious faerie getting threatened by a jester demigod holding a godsdamned rubber chicken in the middle of the forest.)
Qûs'ÿltn grins and squeezes the chicken. It makes a harsh, grating sound as the air rushes back in after it had all been squeezed out. "Don't worry about it."
(Legit, I have never laughed as hard as I did when I read this entire scene! Amazing writers, the both of you!)
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(Omg XD)
Farah shook her head. "We need to keep going, not wasting out time with… squawking… rubber… birds." She continued moving towards the edge of the forest in the distance.
(I bow You are welcome, lmao! I'm glad I could be of assistance, Jack.)
Qûs'ÿltn roars with laughter. "Okay, okay."
He puts the rubber chicken away, and even five minutes later, he's still grinning and chuckling.
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(Oh, you have no idea XD)
Farah glanced over her shoulder at him. "What in Solaria is so funny?" she asked, arching her eyebrows. "It can't be that squawking thing still, can it?"
"It's called a rubber chicken," Qûs'ÿltn grins. "And yes, it is still that 'squaking thing', as you so aptly put it."
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"And what exactly is its purpose? Because its incredibly annoying," Farah muttered, stepping over a protruding tree root so she didn't trip.
"Exactly what you think it's for, duh." Qûs'ÿltn laughs, cartwheeling once more.
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Farah rolled her eyes. "You demigods have infuriating levels of energy."
Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "No, it's just me that has infuriating levels of energy. There's a difference."
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"Yes, of course." Farah's tone was saturated with a sarcastic undertone. "How silly of me for forgetting."
Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "Don't start something you won't win, dear."
He continues cartwheeling, spinning like a wheel over the ground.
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"And what exactly am I starting?" Farah asked, glancing over at him with an arched eyebrow. She was tempted to use her magic and grow a tree in his way, but she refrained.
"A snark contest. Which will end badly for you." Qûs'ÿltn replies. He suddenly stops and throws out an arm to stop Farah in her tracks.
"We're being watched." he mutters.
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Farah stopped instantly as she ran into his hand. "Wha–" she began until Qûs'ÿltn muttered, and she used her air magic to advance her hearing. It was so good to use her magic again. She heard an odd sort of breathing from the woods, like it was muffled. Someone was holding their hand over their mouth to hide the fact that they were there. "You're right," she murmured, her eyes darting around to locate whoever it was.
Qûs'ÿltn looks around, then whispers "I'll go left, you go right. Pincer movement. On the count of three."
"1."
"2."
"3!"
And with a small cry, he comes in like a rugby player, straight at a man cloaked in black.
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Qûs'ÿltn was lucky Farah had been trained as a soldier. She went around the opposite direction, and as the man went to dodge Qûs'ÿltn, he ran right into Farah. The impact was enough to send them both to the ground, Farah on top of him.
(Not sure if you wanted this to be someone else, but it could easily be Saul)
Qûs'ÿltn chuckles, low and threatening, as the man tries to run away but runs into Farah. He loooks at the Faerie and says "Thank you dear."
He kneels beside the man. "Who are you?"
(Dunno, it's up to you really.)
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(Idk who else it would be so…)
His hood had fallen back with his momentum, and clear grey eyes looked up into Farah's. "Oh gods," he breathed and his hands reached up to cup her face. "Oh gods, Farah? It's really you?"
Farah's entire demeanor softened at the sight of him. "Yes," she breathed, and he pulled her down against his lips to kiss her deeply. When she pulled back, her eyes took him in. How his face had changed over the years… "How did you find me?"
"I always know how to find my fairy," he remarked with a grin. "It might take sixteen years, but I'll find her."
Farah laughed, a foreign sound to her now. "Qûs'ÿltn, this is Saul," she introduced, not able to tear her eyes away from his. "My Specialist."
Qûs'ÿltn bows for a moment, then straightens, his signature mocking grin back in place as his entire demeanor changed. "Well hello there, Lover Boy."
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Saul arched his eyebrows, and Farah rolled her eyes. Their understanding of each other's non-verbal communication hadn't faded, even over the years. Finally, Saul spoke. "Um, hi? Who are you?"
Qûs'ÿltn laughs. "I'm Qûs'ÿltn, Jackass extraordinaire. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Saul."