missbrunettebarbie-writer:

Last Line Tag

Thank you @laufire for the tag. Here is some Nefele content since she is apparently very beloved xDD.

Stella had braided pearls in Nefele’s hair. She didn’t know where her nanny -or more likely her father- could have found them. Pearls -and jewels in general- were extremely rare as it was well-known fairies hoarded them for their magical properties. There were even legends that said that a fairy could store their magic in a diamond or a ruby, if it was powerful enough to hold their raw power. And of course, a fairy without magic was a dead fairy. So it was most likely a myth. 

However she knew that young fairies wore pearls to their Naming Ceremony, as a symbol of their young and pure magic. She had always wondered if it was more than just symbolism. Did the pearl help them channel the chaos inside them? Nefele had to admit she felt strangely calm, considering the events that would unfold tonight. Unlike the days before, her magic wasn’t fighting her, trying to rip off the skin that was holding it prisoner. Instead it was at peace. Humming quietly in Nefele’s blood, making the girl feel like she was dressed in armor instead of pale green silk. 

Had her father chosen pearls as a mocking gesture? A Naming Ceremony was the most important moment in a fairy’s life, and she knew Xavier viewed this night as the most important one of his daughter’s life. Was this his own way of paying homage to the other half of Nefele’s bloodline? If yes, she was not sure if it was a kind or cruel gesture.

But she didn’t know allow herslef to dwell on her father. His mind had always been a mystery to her. She tried to enjoy the last moment of piece she had left before the show would begin. She hasn’t felt this comfortable with herself since before that fateful day, when she had killed the blond woman by accident. After that, she had often found herself at odds with her own magic. It had been a surprising, and entirely unwelcome, side effect of a guilty conscience. She knew that as a half-fairy, her magic was inherently tied to her emotions. If she felt revolted by herself, her magic would of course feel revolted too. 

She couldn’t help but wonder what it would think of her after tonight, when she would kill with intent. And not only that, but her victim was to be a fairy. She had never heard of fairies killing each other like humans do. Maybe there was a reason for it. Maybe their magic would completely revolt and poison the kinslayer from inside out. Nefele may be only half fae, but she thought it might be a half too many.

I am only tagging @nectargrapesand@starry-sky-stuff since I know they are both interested in this verse. And of course, anyone else who wants to do this can feel free to @ me.