I do not own Code Geass.
This is the sequel to Tales of the Seelie Courts.
A silence between spring and summer lay across the darkening skies, with the clouds ominously gathering underneath. The heavens ahead began swirling steadily into what appeared to be a storm, a storm that may prove merciless and cruel. Yet, in that wasteland, there lay a tiny refuge, an island, within the torrent of the oceans.
The waves fled ashore, nearer and nearer to the edge of the mist, while the wind beat down on the beaches. Its murderous howl ran its cool, icy finger along the glass's frames, causing them to resonate their own, unique melody. Specks of water managed to come onto the windows, and though the sun was falling to slumber, the drops managed to decorate the sights with an icy melancholy, with shards of depression already taking form. The salt was already diffusing in the air, worming its way to the humidity of the evening atmosphere. It seemed a bit surreal, the chaotic outsides; never once did it look at the calm, serene gardens.
The nonchalant behavior of the cool, quiet garden penetrated the ongoing cascades of the weather's calling. It never bothered paying any attention to the lachrymose hidden deep within the flourishing lilacs, or dirge-like swaying of snowdrops, or even the occasional berceuse of an iris blossoming. The pristine floors reflected the grandiose of the room, while the tiles gave off their own, beautiful portrayals, from the chandeliers that adorned the sides of the corridors, to the arches nearer to the ocean's shore. The gold and white marbles blended together along the storm, creating a somewhat hazy but heavenly scene, and the paintings which blessed the room surrounded the gardens with an unearthly elegance.
And the radiance was already blinding enough. It could be traced from the burnt away roses, with their ashes caressing the soil lovingly, patiently. The thorns even allowed a wayward petal to navigate their way through such a brilliant labyrinth, to the point where they maintained a sort of masochistic mentality, as they tried finding their way home. In the center of it all, there sat a small, wooden table, with two chairs sitting across from one another. In one of the chairs, there sat a fairy.
The fairy was wearing a simple, white dress, with two straps straddled to her shoulders, and a hem that barely touched her knees. Long, roseate hair covered the entirety of her back, draping to the floor with perfect ease. Her cool, pale skin shimmered sweetly across the surface's water, and her eyes exuded such beauty, with their soft, gentle orbs moving along to the water's rhythm. Her hands were placed neatly on her lap, those elongated, graceful fingers clutching her sleeves, trembling beside themselves with worry.
Footsteps emerged from behind, the sounds delicate and cautious, as if any noise would break the fragile creature. The being emerged from the plants, enticed neither by the thorns nor the waters, but rather, by the creature who sat in front of him. Like any good crusader, he wore a black mask, which the man gladly removed, and a dark, purple cape with gold trimmings on the side. On his throat was a white choker with ruffles descending from his neck, and a light, lavender undershirt that clung to his torso. Though his attire was incredibly ostentatious, it was perhaps his features would have garnered the most attention. He had copper hair, with a tinge of gold along the arrays, and a light shade of pink hidden within his bangs,. His skin was lightly tanned, a result of the sun's heavy onus. He carried striking verdant eyes, with pupils that were layered by that very same amethyst the woman possessed.
In his hands he carried a small plate, filled with light golden cookies and a few pieces of hana noren off to the side. There was a big spider-lily at the center of the plate, which, in his opinion, brought the whole display together; the fiery colors alone would probably help take her mind off of those scandalous secrets, promises in which he had no place in.
The man paused for a moment, unsure of whether or not he should continue his advances. He seemed a bit lost in his position, enamored by the woman's beauty, before he shook his head. He continued on with his little scheme, his heart beating loudly against his ears.
He stood near her, and leaned forward. His face was only a few inches away from hers. A warm smile tugged at his lips. "Euphie?" he asks.
The woman simply sat there, frozen by whatever was keeping her still. She never moved, never turned her head, never hardened her own heart. She only stared ahead, refusing to acknowledge the young man at her side. "Euphie?" he called again.
She ignored him.
He sighed, setting the plate beside her. He took the tea cup that resided next to her, swirling the liquid around the inside. He frowned slightly, the restless sorrow already bombarding his eyes. "Euphie, you need to eat, you know? I mean, I won't be back till later…"
His words beat against her body, so much so she could almost feel some resemblance of emotion evoking within her. The numbness was ebbing away bit by bit, and yet, within that moment, she could feel it coming back again, destroying her, tearing her down bit by bit without as much as a single, frustrated cry. No scream built up in her throat, no horrific anger unleashed at her unsuspecting caretaker. There was nothing at all, only a lonely solitude which prompted the young man's visit in the first place.
The man slowly straightens himself, turning his eyes away from the emptiness. He awkwardly set the plate next to 'Euphie's' arm, his arms falling to his side. His fingers managed to brush the tip of her skin. "Um…then I'll just leave this here. I have to go now, so…try and eat something…Sayako will help you."
And with that, the man left, leaving Euphemia to her own devices.
