Tiny Heart [Phaedra]

[Phaedra Acacia Rin]

Perhaps because he was Death was the reason he could not understand the rift of Fire and Ice. Her personal reason for despising them all came down to how they could destroy what she built without much thought, and how destructive they were. Though none of this was made aware to the death fey before her and never would be. These were her thoughts and worries, things he could never understand.

“I was not speaking of the soul but of energy. Every living thing has energy and to take it is not to kill them.” With the gifting of emotion came the ability to feel. Noticing how he was beginning to react she noticed how her shoulders tightened and her lips pulled themselves into a thin line. Phaedra was becoming annoyed with how he was acting. “You ask me what I want then try and change it to suit you? What a horrible deal maker you are.” Even though the idea of killing light fey in battle then eradicating more of them to heal herself was a good one, she nonetheless frowned, and deeply.

The Queen jerked her shoulder out from underneath his touch and walked away from him. Disgust and annoyance flowing from her now. “Clarity is a scary thing, for now I see you for the parasite you are. No matter how much you offer it is to dazzle the eyes for the time being…” There seemed to be more she was going to say but instead she shook her head and shut her mouth.

“If you do not fulfill everything I want, does that mean the contract closes and I go back to feeling nothing? Perhaps it is better that way, I am sure you could find something else in my kingdom to your liking.” Now she was looking out the window, watching the winds whip snow drifts and fling ice shards around in the air. This storm was going to be a bad one.

[Sylvias]

Death was not in tuned with the living desire, or the need to want something so vivid, that nothing else would matter. Perhaps if he had been alive, he could relate to these feelings. Despite the Ice Queen stating she truly felt nothing, that had to be wrong, because turmoil came without physical contact. Sylvias, on the other hand, could simply do nothing. To touch someone didn’t mean he felt, but it was simply flesh upon flesh, texture for texture. Intimacy. The Death fey hardly reacted when she pulled away, nor made any mental notes on her scowling features.

There was a greater force controlling Sylvias’ actions, and while he would reap the rewards as told, he couldn’t really agree he was a parasite. He was simply the nature of law, a blurry dream of what all Fey created. He merely was given a second chance, for a greater purpose. And it was the saddest thing that he had recently found out he had once lived, too. Yet, there would never be a tears to reach his eyes.

“You do realize that most contracts only come with one gift, here I am offering several, so who exactly is the parasite walking this world?” he retorted his thought process, but merely turned a little, to glance at the architecture of the room. The Ice Kingdom was rather interesting, and it all the rest of the areas paled in comparison to the beauty here. But as he looked to Phaedra again, he could see nothing of worthy, and he was unsure if he really even wanted her soul in the first place.

For the Fire Ruler, it was far easier, to sacrifice himself for a friend. This woman was different, cruel, and by far the most selfish soul he encountered. “I see you are unsatisfied, but that hardly means you’re safe. Contract or not.”

Then, an awkward smile appeared on Sylvias’ face. “It’s your choice, Ice Queen.”

[Phaedra Acacia Rin]

She was hardly a parasite and she knew this. There was much she had sacrificed to keep her Kingdom going when others would have given up. Pahedra had fought, long and hard during the war, before it and after to keep things going smoothly. Under the previous ruler everyone had been complacent with their snarky attitudes and haughty natures. No one was willing or able to fight, at least not enough for the army that was necessary to keep others from invading. So when he mentioned her being the parasite all she could do was laugh. Not cruel, not loud just a simple sound of mirth.

“I am no more a parasite then a knight in shining armor would be to his damsel in distress.” She was no longer bothered and in fact calm. Remembering all she did, all she sacrificed, for the good of her kingdom. No one knew that the massacre of her family was because of this. They had been weak, lazy and foolish. Phaedra was not weak, never had been lazy and if she was foolish then perhaps it was for the power to help her kingdom. The greed was not for her but for the other Ice fey. Even if they hated her she would protect them, till her dying breath.

“You are right Death. I am being greedy but I have my reasons that you could not comprehend because of what you are…now.” Once more she approached him and shrugged those delicate shoulders. “I will keep what I have and you may have what you have. I will not apologize for I overstepped no line in my eyes.”

Part of her itched to test his mettle. Was he as strong as they say Death could be? Instead she let it be while looking him over. “Let us keep things civil. Such harsh words are not necessary from either of us. Truce then until you leave.”

[Sylvias]

While Syl was not one for throwing out insults, he had hardly made a real connection with Phaedra. The living were parasites to their own degree, creating war, diseases and causing death in the first place. He was merely a shadow, watching these souls struggle through their life. For what reasons? Love, happiness, and greed. Gifted with power, Death certainly felt powerless in the course of life. He would always remain neutral, being unable to control anyone’s soul, unless it was a Fey’s living choice.

Phaedra made hers, and Sylvias nodded in response. “Only the living rely on those hospitalizes,” he reminded, finding himself harboring still no personal liking or dislike for the Ice Queen. She was a tool to Sylvias now, as Sylvias was a tool to the rulers in Death. If he had the capability to be free of his barriers, there would be several things he would. Seek answers. Syl continued to follow his gaze around the female, wondering what she would do.

When there was nothing, he lifted his right hand up, as though giving a wave of departure. “You’re free to use your powers as you like, receive Svv when you like, and heal when you like. In most Fey’s eyes, that would make you indestructible. Use it wisely.”

Sylvias looked over the Ice Queen again, to peer into her past. Sacrifices, is what she may call it, but others would see it as simply murder. It always amazed him that Fey from different part of the world could think alike, while a Fey’s neighbor may think the opposite. “If you require anything else, you know how to reach me. While I don’t use time, mine here has run out.” His face shifted to something unemotional, unattached, as though he had absorbed Phaedra’s cold prison.

“Rest well,” were his last words, and his figure disappeared from the room, a wave of dark smoke following his departure.