A/N: This is a three shot based off of the song "No Good Deed" from Wicked. Each part will be presented from a different characters POV. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ink Exchange or any of the characters.
No Good Deed
Fair game: that's what Niall was now. Out of all the stupid, idiotic things he could've done, he just had to leave the Summer Court. At least he was safe there, protected under someone's guardianship, even if it was only that half-wit kingling and his too new queen. His Gancanagh's safety was now in the hands of fate, and Irial did not like it one bit.
When he had first taken the daring Niall under his tutelage, he had made a friend, and a good one at that. The dark revels, the emotional overload, the never-ending flow of bodily drugging- those were the good times. When he took back his fealty, Irial was ripping with rage. Niall could have been the court's new king. Without thinking, he had released the hounds on him, leaving his skinned marred forever.
For awhile, he was jealous that Niall had given his fealty to the Summer Court, but soon Irial realized that at least he was safe there.
Not now. Not any more.
For the second time in his life, Niall had become a solitary fey, free to the torture of the courts and the harassment of the likes of Bananach. Yes, she would pose a problem. According to Gabriel, she had already gone after him more than once. That just wouldn't do.
As Irial stared out of the foggy window, he let his mind wander over the deserted streets, trying in vain to track the location of his dearest friend. In the past, he had hurt him sorely- now, it was all he could do to pray that he was alive and well.
With Leslie sleeping in the next room, he listened to the chanting form the revelry across the hall,
"Eleka nahmen nahmen, ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen…"
The language of the Dark Court was like music to his ears- sweet and sensual, but at the same time mischievous and menacing.
"Eleka nahmen nahmen, ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen…"
"Let his flesh not be torn, let his blood leave no stain," Irial found himself whispering out into the darkened room, his thoughts straying to the brotherly figure that once inhabited this room with him; its presence still lingering.
Bananach. No doubt she was up to something in the hour of his vulnerability, trying to start another mutiny. He wished that she would just attack him instead of going after Niall.
"Though they beat him, let him feel no pain. Let his bones never break and however she tries to destroy him- let him never die."
Striding graciously towards the open bedroom door, he peered in at the mortal who had captured his heart; the one girl who he could learn to love.
"Let them never die." The words were but a cool breath on his cracked lips, but they were the truest words he had spoken in a very long time.
"Eleka nahmen nahmen, ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen nahmen, ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen…"