Title: "The fae by the fountain."
Purpose for creation: Journal entry no. 11 for English class, no theme.
Inspiration: "The hunter's moon" by O.R. Melling, "The Labyrinth" by David Bowie. The many fairie themed poems by W.B. Yeats. "Playmates" by J. N. Williamson, along with another book I cannot remember the name of.
Author notes: This is not the original; this is edited to fit the means of DN Angel. And much love to StormShadow13, and Dark-Flame-Jade, both have which have been consitant reviewers, I hope this appease you. This will count as my Holloween one-shot.
Disclaimer: While I do own the original, I DO NOT own DN Angel or their characters.
"The Fae By The Fountain"
An old fortress sits by the river, a marble fountain, weary with time and weather, splays itself majestically across the expanse of the untamed garden. Water trickles sluggishly through the cracks and pipes. Once a grand elaborate wonder for all to see is naught but a memory to all but the fae.
Along the path woven around and through the land, a slight youth watched in awe of this story as it unfolded tragically in his imagination. His golden hair flowed over his shoulder, the picture of sunlit strands, eyes bewitching in their feline quality, rich amber framed by thick exotically tilting lashes. Pink lips lax, neutral in their expression.
Another figure appears as at last the sunsets. Cranberry jewels shone mischievously with glee and lust. Prowling round the fae-struck sweetling, he leans forward, neither caressing nor abandoning his prey. He offers a goblet, encrusted with fine gems and designs.
The angelic youth peered suspiciously at the sweet mellow nectar with which the goblet wept. Honey coated whispers of encouragement flowed around him like a slow working spell. Finally, he dipped forward sipping the mesmerizing liquid.
Amethyst orbs widened eagerly, a lean body lean forward, loosely trapping the young man to the fountain. From his mouth he spun a mockery of truth, distorting and evoking the illusion of reality in to a finely sewn tale.
Quickly, desperately his captive drank the mind consuming mixture. Once again the creature offered a prize. His fingers threaded through the others as he swept him off to dance.
Laughter, harsh and animalistic rang clear and wild as the fae's unruly lucks of violet. The movements went from sensual to a frenzy of touch. Magic thickened the chilled are and the kingdom came to watch, as they danced by the fountain through out the night without a care.
And so another child his stolen away on this hollow's eve day, when the Fairie of the fountain come out to play…