He looked on as the dead bodies were pulled from the river, half listening to the father as he prayed as he breathed in her scent. He would get this, this Fae girl if it was the last thing he did. He didn't even admit, not even to himself, the jealousy that burned through him at the scent of a male, a human male so close and mixed with her own. He didn't care about the scent of the young Fae girl he had let escape earlier mixing in with her scent. He hated that another's male scent was mixed with, he even hated it on the men he had killed when he let the child go knowing that all they did was share a ride together.
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She hardened her heart at the mention of the weeping monk and she had never been more thankful for Arthur's interruption as had been in that moment, that was until he and Gwaine started talking that was.
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He waited, patiently, for his moment to stroke, he took a breath, scenting the air and smiled to himself. Fae then the smile was wiped from his face as he smelt the scent of the man that was with the Witch and faintly he smelled her on him and on another Fae in the group and jealous once again clawed at his heart but again he shoved it aside and calmed his mind and when he saw the opportunity, he shot.
And he cursed when both of them escaped him, the Fae and the man blood that had the smell of the Witch on them.
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She knew he was there, she could sense him though she couldn't see him from where she was but he was there. For once she paid no attention to that as she focused everything she had to save her people, though part of her couldn't harm him with her magic.
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He knew, somehow he knew when he saw the glimpse of magic starting on the mill. Soon he was disoriented in the smoke. He screamed no because she got away,because it brought back images he would rather never remember, He screamed out no both with frustration that she had gotten away from him, again and frustration that he wasn't with her and with frustration because he hated her for making him feel like this.
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Of course she got away again was all he could think as he entered the Fae den to find them one again gone. She's clever he admitted to himself as he gave the order to burn it.
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Mate, mate, the voice whispered as she was told the Monk had ambushed them and taken Gwaine, her friend, her brother and she worried about Squirrel but she had to push that from her mind, she couldn't help him right them with enemies approaching.
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He couldn't believe what this Fae was saying, that they could be brothers after all he had done,
He felt anger and despair at this Fae's word. He never, ever hurt the children and he believed that it was his job to save them, to free them.
He couldn't believe the nerve of this Fae to challenge him, to try and change him as he himself stat chained and tortured and then to say he would pray for him.
The nerve.
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"Do you love me Father?"
He heard the pause but he ignored it, wanting to, needing to hold onto the lie that he did love him even though he knew, deep down he knew that he never had and never would.
It was that lie the Father told that sealed the decision of his next move.
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