Yaviefey - Blog Posts
who? @yaviefey where? the last bean notes: they are getting some pumpkin spice lattes <3
"I must thank you for your presence at the festivities," Robin nods at the former Autumn Fey as she approaches the table he has taken for himself. She had heard of the change, the Council of Elders whispering legends of Astral elf and what it meant for Yavie the change, but she had not believed them until her eyes had fallen upon him on the festivities and she had not found the call of Autumn on him. It is a loss keenly felt, but not as much as that of Farenduil, for Yavie remains untouched by mortality in the same Farenduil has been infected. "I had assumed that you would take the opportunity that make a proper clean break, and truly, I would not have blamed you for it."
Unlike so many, Robin had been lucky. Fen'harel had never attempted to sink their claws on her, her apparent foolishness and lack of presence within the Autumn Court as she traveled through the Otherworld keeping her out of the realm of influence of the Dread Wolf. Many of the others had not the luck, and she did not blame the resentment that had festered on them, seeded by the traitors hand.
"Do tell, was it to your liking?"
who? @yaviefey
where? near hell’s bell
“I am aware that the Faerie King’s Forest is not the same as the Courts, but you are missed Yavie.” The words are said simply as she comes to stand near her fellow autumn fey, looking around curiously as she tries to figure out if he has been staying nearby or not. “Additionally, I must apologize, I have not been a great friend for the last couple of months and I regret it. Let me make it up to you?”
yaviefey:
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Dark eyes watched as the creature that Robin pulled him from rotted and disintegrated, his skin melted off the bone and Yavie smirked at the effects of the fall eladrin’s rot magic. Violence had hardened something in him, these vampires had been eyeing them all night, this seemed almost inevitable. He’d have to find Hayliel, though considering the nature of the fallen’s blood he didn’t think that the man had much to worry about tonight. More accurate to say would be that Hayliel needed to find him, because Yavie had work to do and planned on having a great deal of fun along the way.
“Faren left just after the reception started,” Yavie remembered the man dancing with his daughter and the complication emotions that inspired. Grief was there too. He’d have to ask Farenduil what that was all about. The last time he’d seen Meryasek the prince had just walked in on him and Hayliel… Well… They were preoccupied at the time. “I haven’t seen anyone else since things got crazy.” Yavie looked the other up and down, Robin didn’t seem any worse for wear but the night was young.
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There is a pause as she absorbs Yavie’s words and she nods in understanding, even as her eyes narrow both in consideration and at the lack of response to her question. There is a brief moment of relief at the information that Farenduil is not present amidst the current festivities, but that does not mean nobody else is.
“Are you alright?” she repeats deliberately, not willing to let it go when she had sensed so much pain and misery already. Yavie is her friend, has been her friend for centuries, and she refuses to lose him, not now when she fears she will lose more members of her court before the night is over.
who? @yaviefey
where? the vatican
when? everything is on fire, the bethroded has died
notes: where in the world is waldo farenduil
It is with desperate surprise that she pulls Yavie back from another feral vampire an into another room. A brief gesture has the door closing with a barrier, but her mind is being pulled away in countless directions as she seeks the other members of her court, the members of her people. She had only known of the Chancellors, the Princes, the Marshals and the Senators invitations, but there is always the fear that more of their kind were in danger.
“Are you alright? Have you an eye on Faren? Mery? Anyone?” She asks, voice desperate as she eyes the door she is sure will not hold for long. Reinforcing it is useless, as they must leave before it is too late.
yaviefey:
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“You can ask.” Yavie offered, for the first time since their conversation had started he offered a smile that was light, but brief. Their experiences obviously weren’t universal and though they came from the same season it was easier to count their fewer similarities than their vast differences. “But he’s a criminal, someone I should probably avoid anyways.” He took a sip from his drink, would that it was so easy to simply get the man out of his head. “I don’t think people would approve.”
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“In that case, who is the fool that has captured your affections?” Her curiosity wins, once given permission, and she can’t get herself to take back the question because truly, she wants to know. Even more after Yavie continues speaking, the curiosity coursing through her veins as she speaks, head tilting in consideration as she tries to think on possible men that match that description. “A criminal? Surely, there must be something worthy on this man if you fell in love with him, even if it was only with the idea of him.”
yaviefey:
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“I think I’m in love with a fool who won’t love me back.” At least, not in the way Yavie wanted, not in the way that felt meaningful. How many year had it been? Several centuries, at least, they loved, they fought, they fought some more and now Yavie was here alone as he always was. “Do you think it’s possible to be in love with the idea of someone?”
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“Of course,” she answers his question with no hesitation, countless examples found within literature springing to mind, and countless of her own experiences crowding her thoughts at the same time. Robin had always given love freely, but that didn’t mean she always did it correctly. “I have done it a couple of times, and while the experience still has worth — Well, it isn’t quite the same as falling for someone after seeing them for who they are. But don’t take me for an expert, I have yet to feel a love like the ones written about in stories.”
She pauses.
“Can I ask the name of said fool? Or would you prefer for it to remain in anonymity?”
yaviefey:
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Yavie wasn’t having nearly as much fun as he wished he was. Everyone looked nice in their costumes, maybe not as good as him, but not everyone could pull off a pumpkin like him. “Have you ever been in love, Robin?” Yavie asked, his voice a stranger as it fell through the mouthole of the pumpkin that sat on his neck.
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“Yes,” Robin admits with a shrug, mind going back to William and Anne, and the many paramours she has had over the years. She has loved them all, in different ways, but all of them were meaningful. There has been no one true love, but there is time for that right? Beings as long-lived as them could afford the wait. “Although I don’t know if my definition of love and yours are exactly the same.”
yaviefey:
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The expression on his pumpkin head was a frown long before Robin came to sit next to him, everyone here had someone. For the most part, anyways. Some people even had multiple someones. It made him homesick for someone who wasn’t here. “I saw, it was very scary.” Yavie agreed, though his heart was clearly not in it. Maybe it was time for him to go home, this party wasn’t as fun as he’d hoped it would be.
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The exaggerated pout soon turns into a concerned frown as she turns to look at him, eyes soft at his expression. Carefully, she leans closer and bumps her shoulder against his in an attempt to comfort him without making it too big of a deal, not knowing if he is in the mood for that or not. “Are you okay, Yavie? Anything I can do to help?”
who?@yaviefey where? the cemetery
"Oh look, my favorite pumpkin fellow!" She finds him in the cemetery, close enough to the RaveYard to hear the music but not dancing. An exaggerated pout overcomes her face as she sidles next to him and points at someone they can barely see from the distance. "I must warn you, dearest, there is a spirit wandering around going as the Headless Horseman and his pumpkin is scarier than yours."