[$] Faery Glamours

[Art Greylace]

I`m like a spider, you are my fly.

"Ah." Taranieth said with a smile. "Now, thankfully, changelings don't take nearly as much magic as the other things in the same style because it's such an often-used magic- and such a classical form- that there are... shortcuts. "

He pulled a hair from his own head, and then took out of his pocket a stray hair he must have grabbed from Emma the last time they'd been together. He put them both on the log. A few whispered words later and the log curled, growing arms and legs and eyes, and turned to Patrick.

"Pattick?" asked the changeling, looking rather eerily like Emma now.

Taranieth sighed. "It's better than an average changeling because I know the girl. Basically it mirrors everything the real Emma did. Unlike the real Emma, though, it isn't thinking. It's just spelled to say certain things to certain cues. Usually this spell is done on smaller children, so you don't need them to speak at all, just cry. But it's the same thing. Changelings are admittedly not the kindest of magics, Patrick, but I think I am justified in using one. Just this once."

I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.

 

[theasama]

Artemesia Greylace

Love you though I may...

Patrick stared at the changeling, before automatically leaning down to pick her up. As he lifted her, he bit his lip. "We can't let Emma meet the changeling..." he murmured, before turning to face Taranieth. "Why is this magic 'cruel', Taran?"

...I have several reservations. I refuse to use toys that will make you think of another person: only room for two in our bed at such times. You and Me.

 

[Art Greylace]

I`m like a spider, you are my fly.

Taranieth smiled wryly and took the... thing... out of Patrick's arms, unwilling to have him touch it for a myriad of reasons. "Well, think of what you just said. We cannot allow it to meet Emma. This kind of magic... it's twisted, more black magic than true illusion. It is creating a half-life. A doomed one. A creature that is just close enough to truly living that it can wither away and die. No magic can raise the dead... and no magic can truly create life. This... creature is soulless. It is like a rock, it doesn't feel at all. But it is so close, so very close... " he sighed, looking resigned. "Well, for one thing, quite apart from the magical ethics, there is the very simple fact that this thing... it will die, at least to your mother's eyes. But it was this or accepting the death of a real, living girl, full of soul, brimming with it. The choice was easy enough."

I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.

 

[theasama]

Artemesia Greylace

Love you though I may...

As he listened, Patrick's eyes remained fixed on the changeling. His instinct was to take it back from Taranieth, to hold it like he would Emma, because that was what it looked like. But the fact that it's eyes were 'dead' made him keep his hands at his sides. He nodded to accept Taranieth's judgement, even as he felt guilt at having to ask such a thing of the man he loved.
"Doing this magic... it won't hurt you, will it?" It was too late, but because he was worried he had to ask, had to know what damage he'd done. "If it does, please tell me what I need to do to help you Taran."

...I have several reservations. I refuse to use toys that will make you think of another person: only room for two in our bed at such times. You and Me.

 

[Art Greylace]

I`m like a spider, you are my fly.

Taranieth chuckled. "This is an old trick. So there are shortcuts." he said. "Namely, it takes its own energy... from love shown to it. So don't get affectionate or you'll get a bit... worn out. Don't worry, it doesn't take much. Your mother will probably think she's got a mild cold. Hardly problematic."

I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.

 

[theasama]

Artemesia Greylace

Love you though I may...

"Alright. So that's why I shouldn't hold it. When are we taking Emma? It'll look strange if I'm not affectionate to my sister because no-one else will know that this is a changeling." He shook his head, smiling. "We're leaving tonight, aren't we? I forgot in all the 'excitement' of the day."

...I have several reservations. I refuse to use toys that will make you think of another person: only room for two in our bed at such times. You and Me.

 

[Art Greylace]

I`m like a spider, you are my fly.

"Fake affection is fine, just... try not to get attached." Taranieth said. "And yes. I... I'm really sorry I wasn't more careful about the magic effects. I didn't think it would affect her, and now... we're in this mess, having to pull someone else from their home."

I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.

 

[theasama]

Artemesia Greylace

Love you though I may...

Patrick didn't hesitate: he wrapped Taranieth into a tight hug, moving the changeling out of the way. "How were you to know? Besides, I asked for your help and Emma loved meeting you and Keegan - do you think she would ever have forgiven me for knowing a dragon and not introducing them to her?"
He paused, realising he might have jumped into a hole. "I mean, I know she'd never have known if I hadn't told her and brought her to meet you. But I would have felt guilty, knowing how much you all would have loved meeting each other. So I'm as much to blame. But we're going to make sure she's the happiest little sister ever, aren't we?"

...I have several reservations. I refuse to use toys that will make you think of another person: only room for two in our bed at such times. You and Me.

 

[Art Greylace]

I`m like a spider, you are my fly.

"I am the fae here, Patrick. You could not have known the danger and I should have remembered it." Taranieth said with a little smile, kissing his forehead.

"Emma will be a big sister soon, too. Well, that and an auntie, I suppose." he pointed out, smiling happily, relieved that Patrick didn't blame him. "But yes, we will make her a very happy little girl."

I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.

 

[theasama]

Artemesia Greylace

Love you though I may...

Patrick stepped to the side, one arm still around Taranieth. "I hope she'll enjoy being a big sister - but since we'll be a larger family than you planned on, we should all get enough attention." Patrick winked, blushing at what he was implying.

...I have several reservations. I refuse to use toys that will make you think of another person: only room for two in our bed at such times. You and Me.

 

[Art Greylace]

I`m like a spider, you are my fly.

"It seems to me that one day my heart will melt from something you do or say." Taranieth said warmly.

The he adjusted his grip on the changeling and stated, businesslike, "Let's do this thing."

I`ll trap you in a web of delicate white lies.

 

[theasama]

Artemesia Greylace

Love you though I may...

Patrick shook his head with a small frown. "We won't let your heart stay melted - I want it whole." He nodded, offering his arm. "Would you like to hold hands?"

...I have several reservations. I refuse to use toys that will make you think of another person: only room for two in our bed at such times. You and Me.

 

[theasama]

Artemesia Greylace

Is this one over?  

[Art Greylace]

theasama

Artemesia Greylace

Is this one over?

I don't know, is it? It seems like I can never come up with anything to add any more.