Producing No Wine [Alexci]

[Giselle]

This was a place she visited rather frequently, perhaps once every week in fact. The ambience of the place resonated with who and what she was so very well, and considering where it came from originally it was only proper that she did come here. Giselle made it her own personal job to keep things in line here, to push the flowers to grow with her nurturing touch and gentle urgings of will. The vines wrapped around the feminine figure that was the fountain were one of her favorite things to play with. She changed their pattern off and on each time she visited. Vines themselves being one of the things she enjoyed the most, which would be a clear giveaway if one were to look upon her body.

Said body was pale as ghostlight and marked over with the winding and seemingly sensual patterns of the very vines themselves. Maybe noticing how pale she was would be an odd thing, considering she spent most of her time outside. Yet that was explained by the fact it was mostly under canopies of large trees. No, the oddest thing when you looked at her would be the vines, the tattoos that were constantly moving and never stopped. Work of art and personal weapon that could never be taken from her, short of flaying her alive.

Currently her small hands were aimed toward the fountain and she was singing. Her words not really words but a chant of some language no other fey would probably understand. The Warrior of Earth, and what could be called only true Druid of the fey, was moving the vines yet again. The ones upon her own body mimicked the movements from the ones upon the fountain. She wore little enough clothing that it was an obvious thing to see.

Upon her person was a loincloth of leather and a simple wrapping over her breasts. Giselle was not worried about being indecent, no one hardly saw her as it was. Besides that she never really gave a damn about what anyone else thought and had issues with most fey. Not of her own doing but because they were so narrow minded about what she should wear, how she should act and the fact that she spent more time with animals and plants then her own kind.

Here though she was always alone. Free to do whatever she wished with the plants, and the animals always watched. By alone of course that was just from other fey, you were never alone completely, but this other company did not and never had bothered the Earth fey. There was a different feeling suddenly, and she knew that her time of being alone, was not so anymore. Giselle waited, and patiently, to see whom it was that was nearby and if they would even enter this place where she was working.

One of the many wonderful benefits of her abilities with the plants and animals: she could spy on anyone at anytime. Could keep herself from being surprised or taken advantage of. As long as she had her will focused, such a tiny bit really, on the animals or plants that were playing lookout for her.

[Alexci Dominque]

From afar at first, Alexci watched upon the girl playing with the veins that covered the frame of the woman’s body. He had admired the artistic nature the Earth Fey had, almost jealous that he could not construct beauty from magic. What was more odd that there were several other Light Fey encircling the gardens, talking amongst each other. Yet, they had not acknowledged the Earth Fey at work, no one even glanced over. It was rather rude to Alexci, and for once he felt ashamed to live along side of these mindless creatures.

He was an observer. This had not been the first time he looked upon the girl. In fact, he had followed after he quite often to watch her gift of magic, neither appalled or uneasy by the moving tattoos. Over time, Alexci had come to known that her body wasn’t a work of art, but that it had been born that way -- would continue to thrive that way. While Feys in the Light Court could ignore such details, Alexci chose not to. The path he took was a selfless one, and he knew for a fact that this woman was a Warrior.

She was not a fragile girl to be reckoned with. Not with that body of hers, somewhat exposed but strong and her red hair as though fresh licorice. Being close to the Inner Court, he felt like he was required to get to know the girl better. For it had been centuries since the Council actually got together for a meeting, which Giselle and Alexci had not taken part in. There was no way he could outwait the Court meeting. He had to know before everyone else did.

So respectively silent, Alexci approached the woman. He said nothing in greeting but took a seat in one of the benches within the gazebo, eyes watching the hugging movements the vein did to the fountain. Unlike the Light Fey, he had been different -- he wore white here and there, but around the elbows of his shirt was a fabric of black, symbolizing some oddity in their system. Not to mention there was a feathered mask covering half of his eyes.

Giselle never appeared approachable, but Alexci had wanted to try. Placing his hands into his lap, he gave a slight smile to the woman. Ah, she had already knew that he was going to approach, hadn’t she? For he caught a glimmer of expectancy in her stance… or was it annoyance? “Your work is beautiful,” he complimented, trying his best to appeal to her. He had wanted to greet the girl different; he had wanted to throw his arms around her revealing body, but he didn’t act upon those instincts. “I admire it greatly..”

[Giselle]

Every fey that was here ignored her and that suited her just fine. She ignored them in turn and they soon had faded from her mind. Yes she was aware of them and they were probably aware of her, but she would rather have nothing to do with them. It was not out of hatred, she had no real ill will toward her fellow fey. Instead she just simply disliked them and did not believe in living her life the way that they lived theirs. It was a simple misunderstanding that had lasted for a few hundred years and neither side seemed like they would give in, although Giselle herself had compromised. She had become the Warrior of Earth. The ragtag bunch of fey who were very close knit despite the different backgrounds and the trouble on the outside.

She did not acknowledge him, just continued on with her work. It would seem, for a while at least, that she was going to completely ignore him and act as if she had never heard him or sensed him. Though she wanted to do just that, it was not so. The Warrior wanted to finish what she was doing with the vines before she broke her concentration and turned or spoke to anyone. Usually though there was no need as no one bothered her. Her reputation was well known around here.

At lat she was done and her small frame turned to regard the odd one sitting upon the bench. “Thank you, at least there is someone who appreciates the beauty of it.” Slowly she stepped toward him, more of a stalk then anything else. Being raised as she had and hanging around more with real predators instead of the courtly kind, she had adopted that easy grace that they did when stalking their prey. This was how she walked at all times, knowing the effect it had on some people and not caring otherwise.

“Who are you sir fey? As no one bothers me and I have not seen you before…though,” she pointed at his mask with a tiny finger then pursed her lips, “with something like that upon your features maybe I have known you before and you are just hiding.” The odds of that were not likely though. Giselle stayed away from politics and the fey themselves as much as physically possible. Only venturing out once in a great while if her Ruler so needed her and for jaunts such as these. “Do you wish something of me then?”

[Alexci Dominque]

A beautiful smile furled upon Alex’s face as the Earth fey approached him. From this close up, he had noticed she was somewhat of a tiny creature. It was almost enduring to see such a frame upon the height of what would be a child in the Light Kingdom. The eyes beneath the mask glowed slightly, reflecting light beneath the shadows of the gazebo. Giselle was no damsel in distress, and he had no reason to offer his assistance to her, none at all. So what compelled him to reach out to her besides her status and her beauty? Why, mere curiosity.

He would have stood to his feet, but felt it would have been awkward to tower seven inches over another woman. So, he sat still and eyed her predatory approach. It brought excitement through Alex. “My name is Alexci,” he greeted in a polite sort of fashion, trying to come off as a gentleman of the court. While he had only ventured in the Earth Kingdom a few times, he was well aware that they had frowned upon other Fey who destroyed living creatures. Fortunately for Alex, he had never laid a hand upon an animal nor nature.

“Oh ho, worry not. This is the first time you’ve seen me,” he said this with great confidence, projecting all that was good; all of the truth. For if he had any impure intents, he would flicker out and simply fade away. Or so, that is what he had been taught. Giselle, being a lady, had a very rare opportunity to take. And so, Alexci pointed one hand upward, drawing attention to the mask. “If you dislike this design, I will happily remove the mask for you.”

Alex was in his hometown, and it didn’t matter if he showed his face here. It had just become a bad habit to wear it out now, just in-case his heart told him to wander. Her last questioning was a little disheartening. He had simply came here to watch her work at a closer view, to get to know her, for no one else seemed to care. “Ah, no, everything is okay. I just wanted to meet the Warrior of Earth up close.”

He was sincere in every way.

[Giselle]

While he greeted her and offered up his name she adjusted the top she had on. It covered very little but she was trying her best not to spill over in front of the new fey she was just now meeting. Although it would be interesting she bet to see how he would react if she suddenly spilled over and out. A quick grin lit up her lips and she seemed suddenly quite mischievous. Giselle was not unaware of how voluptuous her body was and had many men and a few women staring at her nearly constantly. The vain fey in her enjoyed the looks and preened under them, and she sometimes dressed provocatively just for said attention.

“Good afternoon to you Alexci, I am called Giselle.” He was polite so therefore he got her manners as well. She did have some, despite what the other fey thought of her. The Warrior of Earth had just decided not to use them on purpose, for those that looked down upon her were no more then the rabble they believed she was. She tilted her head then, eyeing him up and down as he sat there, testing him with just her gaze. Seeming satisfied after only a few seconds she tuned back into his actual presence.

There was surprise upon her face when he offered to take the mask off. She figured he always wore it, though really she had no reason to assume so. “If you will, I would enjoy looking upon the face of the fey I am speaking to.” Quickly she licked her lips, showing a sign of the nervousness that was not noticeable otherwise. For all the manners she did have and the fact that she herself was a fey, she did not feel comfortable being around them. They were refined and spoke differently. Giselle was wild and free, lacking restraint and doing what she wished and thought more often then she should.

Her footsteps took her closer and she stood practically in his lap. “How is this for up close then?” Even though she was nervous, teasing other fey was fun and she enjoyed it. Plus it was a wonderful way to get rid of her nerves. “I could be even closer if you like, but I assure you your fellow fey would not be happy with such a thing out in the open.” What exactly she was referring to was up to his imagination, but there was a twinkle in her eye all the same.

[Alexci Dominque]

While he faced regret and did not want other Feys to see this, he had reached one hand up. First his fingers held to the base of the mask, right beneath the eyes, the feathers on top pushing down from the pressure. Slowly, moving his arm back the mask moved upwards while a few strands of his brunette hair shifted against the weight. His face was now exposed to the air, a rush of cold going to his face to replace the warmth where the mask had once been. Once it was off completely, he settled it upon the bench next to himself.

His face had been pale, as though it was untouched by sunlight (probably true). He had a strong face, but at the same time it was also boyish. Now that the obstruction was away, his eyes were like gold coins, blazing fiercely in the shadows. He had felt exposed now, as though Giselle would found out all of his secrets. However, the vulnerability didn’t appear on his face at all. Instead, he smiled shyly, his eyes shifting over to the right, finding it hard to hold eye contact with that security gone.

The girl’s approach closer to him had not been a surprised. So, he manned up and glanced ahead of himself to see the earth fey at close distances. She had remarkable eyes, and that hair of hers was enchanting, like fresh red silk. A smitten sort of look came to his face when she had implied something. He didn’t want to assume what it was, but at least knew that behind those polite gestures there was a feisty character -- a natural born person to thrive on freedom. Alex would have to be careful with her personality type.

“Haha, Giselle, are you implying that you want to sit in my lap?” there was a look of amusement now, “You’re more than welcome to, I don’t mind.”

[Giselle]

Watching him take the mask off was an interesting procedure. He seemed reluctant even though he had offered. It obviously did mean something to him more then it just being a beautiful feathered mask. Without realizing it her head had tilted in that curious way that some animals have, hair falling off to the side to follow.

Now that it was off she inspected his face. Giselle was not overly attracted to the fey, as she did not trust the lot of them and was not raised around them and their ways. Though she just attributed it to the sheer prettiness which she found rather daunting and useless when it came to survival. Her eyes widened when she got a full look at his and she leaned forward, invading his personal space, to stare at them in wonder. “How different they are.” A small calloused finger traced just under his right eye.

“You are a lovely fey this is true, but your strong jaw line has stopped you from being too beautiful. A good thing if only to me.” The finger that had traced under his eye ran across his jaw line then, marveling in the contrast of his face, which only made him more attractive. Gorgeous fey were not hard to come by, but it was the unique, the different that stood out to her and were truly beautiful.

“Oh? Then I take that as an invitation.” Smirking boldly the curvaceous Warrior moved so that she could straddle Alexci’s lap while he sat upon the bench. Strong thigh muscles clenched against his sides while she adjusted, making sure that she would not fall off on the ground. “Are you not afraid that my tattoos will kill you dear Alexci?” Had Giselle cared for politics and the like, she might know what he was. Instead he was a Light fey named Alexci, and nothing more. The Earth Warrior had no trouble with picking out what court the fey belonged to, at least most of the time.

Being as close as she was now he would smell her. Earth and heat, it was how she always smelled. Her nose touched his and she pulled away enough so that there was no need to be cross-eyed.

[Alexci Dominque]

Giselle came closer, and Alexci sat up a little more straight. It was an awful talent that Light Fey were instilled with: be cordial, polite and selfless. They were brainwashed in that sense, but from the outside any other Fey could see that they were vain, and often lofted on pedestals. A hand approached Alexci’s face and his stare went out of focus, to stare down, watching the finger beneath his bottom lid. The girl’s finger had a rough texture, one that would imply a lot of use of the hands. While he had wanted to relax, he had to watch himself, afraid that he would accidentally shocked the girl.

The hand trailed down further and now it was upon his jaw line, as though outlining it. He could not believe that the girl had given her hand out so willingly. He felt restless around Giselle, as though on edge that she would do something that wasn’t ‘fit’ for the Light’s society. However, he hadn’t been the most devoted to their teachings; he hid under those flaws so well. A smug sort of look crossed his face, humored by the compliment. “So, I am good enough for you?”

While he had wanted to emphasis on the question, he could not. In a matter of seconds the girl was within his laps, holding him still under the strength of her thighs. A small chuckle came from him. Once she mentioned the tattoos his eyes shifted to the markings all over her body. He hadn’t imagined the girl would strike out at him, not within the Light Kingdom. For she couldn’t be that powerful to take down a Kingdom, let alone an alliance, could she?

Although he was breathing normally, he had picked up a moist yet dry type of smell; it was like morning rain being warmed by the sunlight. Naturally, he moved his head back a little as well, coming into focus with the girl’s appearance. She was so colorful in this place, like a rose hidden in a field of daises. What had compelled this fair creature to insinuate any physical contact? As though unsure, Alexci lifted his right hand to place it upon the girl’s right shoulder.

Then again, she reminded him of a curious wolf, who hadn’t hungered for blood, but for some attention. “Fear and I are not always acquainted,” he answered, moving his thumb into the girl’s flesh, “But if I should fear them, tell me now.”

[Giselle]

Giselle threw her head back and laughed. The sound was not demure and sweet. Instead her laugh was full bodied and lusty, much like the Earth Warrior herself. “Good enough for me Alexci? Well of course you are. Though just what is it we are referring to?” Her grin was wide and meaningful but she did not elaborate on her meaning either, even if she figured it fairly obvious.

His hand upon her shoulder cause her grin to widen and she leaned into it, much like a cat that just wished you to pet it. Giselle was an incredibly earthy individual, only offset by her other heritage in that her earthiness was full of wild abandon and extreme passion. The Warrior had taken many men to her bed in all her years, trying out seduction techniques and just enjoying the feel of another fey beside her. Even if she disliked and distrusted them for the most part. Now and again she desired to not be alone.

“The only reason you would have to fear them would be if you tried to cause me physical harm. Then they would lash out at you. Otherwise nothing happens, though I do have complete control over them anyway.” Giselle wanted to taste him, and leaned even closer yet again. “The only thing physical I believe could happen here has nothing to do with pain…unless its minimal I am thinking.” She kissed him then, a rather deep one and obviously held back by something. She knew what could happen if she let loose, she was a very amorous individual.

Pulling back ever so slowly from the kiss she smiled at him and wriggled in his lap. “Ahh, how inappropriate of me. But I never was one for the stiff necked silliness of the courts.” Why had she kissed him exactly? Was it to unnerve him, for her own personal entertainment? She was a wild thing and did what she felt and wanted, usually just because.

[Alexci Dominque]

Alex went to answer what he had meant, to clarify that he had often felt undermine by females. However, the lady in front of him had turned into something that was rather, uncanny to the Light fey. The girl moved in closer to him, and he stilled himself, expecting an attack. Instead the girl’s warm mouth was upon his cool lips. It was unlike the Light he lived in, the type of warmth that shot down into his spine and caused him to shudder. Everything inside of him tumbled uncontrollably, a meek voice telling him it was not allowed to dwell with female fey unless they were wed. This girl in front of him had not been his future wife, for he could see nothing in the future …

Nothing in the future.. Could not take the future away.

He could not see the future, and would never understand it. But he dwelled weakly in the past, and he was reminded of another face, a tongue licking up blood. Alex saw only red, and it was a horrendous sight to see. The glow in his eyes were unnatural now, as though the very sun was peering through them. While he could not see the light in his eyes for himself, the contrast in his pupils made him thrive. Without even a whisper of a plea, Alex moved suddenly to shove the girl off from him.

It wasn’t a polite sort of shove, either. The way he had hit her was like she had been an enemy. He had no idea if her body had hit the fountain the middle, or if she had been quick to recover from the blow. For Alexci’s gaze was blinded and he could only see a blanket of white in front of him. His chest heaved and his left hand reached out around him, his fingers touching the encasing of his mask. Taking hold of the mask, he had placed it over his face, the cold air about him dissipating in the fabric.

The Light fey blinked a few times, catching a few glimpses of the area around him. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. He had not sounded sincere in his apology, it wasn’t like he was really there at all.

[Giselle]

Maybe she had expected him to balk, perhaps blush or something. Definitely she had not thought he would become incredibly amorous and return the kiss passionately. There was just no way she could have seen what he did. Not only were the above options not happening but he reacted violently. A fact she had told him only moments ago would be very bad, and the only thing that could cause her tattoos to do anything untoward upon his person.

Her back had come dangerously close to hitting the fountain. Thankfully though she was a fighter, more specifically the Warrior of Earth. The ground itself rose up to help cushion her landing and her tattoos exploded to life before she even had the chance to realize what was going on. Instinct pure and simple. She was a fey by blood but a cunning and dangerous animal by birthright.

As he was speaking his apology he was being attacked. It happened fast and it was very harsh. Thin streamers of deep black, vine-like protrusions stabbed into his legs and arms and drug him to the ground, the Earth Warrior soon on top of him again, in en entirely different manner. Blades of grass now were weapons and pressed into the tender flesh of his neck enough to just draw a little blood.

Her breathing was quick but otherwise unlabored above his right ear. “You nearly got yourself harmed in a way that may not have been healable. I however, am not sorry.” She stood up then, pushing off of him with her strength and calling the vines back to her body. They jerked free from his limbs cruelly and wrapped around her still covered in his blood.

“Fey, foul detestable and untrustworthy things. The Light are no different from the Dark.”

[Alexci Dominque]

There had been no time to react, let alone really relay what was going on in the first place. In moments he had been sitting on a bench, to being shackled by vines. It was as though thorns on a rose, pulling at his flesh, causing the fabric in his clothing to tare. He had not reacted physically. There was no movements from his eyes, not even a single blink. What was even worse that there was no change in his hazy, distant expression. It had been like he had already died before the attack, and was now a vessel, a corpse to be reckoned with.

A loud ‘thump’ was heard when Alex’s body came contact with the floorboards of the gazebo. Still, he had not moved. However, there was a glow of warmth above him. And while he had not reacted to the pain, it was as though he had an out of body experience, and he could feel the life above him. It was only Giselle, her hot breath upon his ear. The Light fey’s head craned toward the noise, trying to listen to the shuffling movements. The warmth had been gone now. Where pupils had once been in Alex’s eyes were lost, shadowed by a pool of gold, merely color.

Suddenly, as though a twig snapped, the surge of pain caught up with him. It was intense at first, and his body shifted to the side, as though he was going to curl into a ball. He did no such thing, but merely sat up, viewing what had been a true crimson color. He was no longer seeing things. The fabric of his white attire was ripped, spotted by his own blood, and his fingers curled into his palms at the sight of it. Even when he breathed, it had hurt. Although he knew that he should have been thankful he did not die.

It was then that he heard the words, and his pupiless eyes focused up toward Giselle. His eyes were glazed with water, an unnatural set of tears making the gold irises look like liquid paint. Had he really done anything? Alex could not recall what had happened, besides the fact that things were full of guilt. And he could not see the future. For as he looked up to the female, he saw things clearly. Fey were horrible, tainted monsters. How could he live with himself? Alex was rather despicable, tainted.

The weight he bared was true, for he did not belong here. Still, in the water gaze, he continued to look upon Giselle in silence. As though expecting her to put him out of his misery.

[Giselle]

The blood, his blood. It dripped from her flesh where the vines had reconnected, looking rather grisly on her pale flesh and otherwise unmarked figure. Gone was the coy and playful Earth fey. In the place of that stood the Warrior she was. Muscles taut, stance prepared and eyes watchful. There was no movement about her except for that ensorcelled tattoo which also seemed poised, ready and watching him.

There was no need for her to fraternize with what they called her own kind. Sooner or later they all did something despicable even in lieu of their own laws. Nature itself was far more reliable then the fey could ever dream to be. Her breath came out in quiet hisses as she watched him, like a predator on high alert and ready to pounce given the slightest provocation.

“You are pathetic.” The words were spat out at him through a heavy growl in her voice. “You play at niceties, luring people in with a false sense of security and fun. Then you attacks, unprovoked.” The tattoos stopped for just a moment and seemed to slowly try to reach out for him.

One pale and dainty hand caressed the tendril of black, almost like shadows. “If you wish to be punished go seek out one of your own kind. Either that or you could try to attack me again.” There was a certain tone to the word try, letting him know it would be a lot harder this time around. She stood her ground even while backing away from him more, not from fear or cautiousness but simply because she no longer wanted to be near him.

If anything, this meeting with him had left Giselle with a bad taste in her mouth and a more twisted outlook on the fey themselves, especially Light.

[Alexci Dominque]

Between the motion of the top lid to bottom, Alexci was already on his feet, out doing even a single blink. The mask on his face was crooked slightly from the misunderstanding, and his right hand lifted to fix it as though it was a natural movement he did every day. His eyes were lost in a glow, an unnatural sort of light reflecting off of them as he finally faced the girl. There was not an ounce of emotion of his face, and he appeared not to be hindered by the puncture wounds in his flesh and clothes. If he had not been in Light territory, he might have emitted a force of malice, but he remained neutral.

Then, as though the whole thing was a joke, his mouth crooked into a sort of smile. “You talk as though you know the beginning of pathetic, but you have no idea where it ends, do you?” this is where he took a step forward, both of his arms raised and his hands folded out, as though mocking her for pet-like behavior. “I have no fancy to betray or lead on, but you simply do not understand the laws of nature, and yet you cleverly claim to know what nature is?”

Alex leaned forward a little, so that he could better look down upon the female. “We exchange names, and I have come to like you, perhaps even smitten by you. But do you not understand that men have come to respect themselves, more so, even their ladies? And you offer yourself so willingly, as though that is what I sought in the first place. Then you dare to relate me to something as pitiful as a Dark fey.”

His wings appeared suddenly, taking up the small space of the gazebo. There was white loose feathers falling, some going adrift in the breeze. In his hand a long weapon appeared, a scythe, with the blade manifested from the power of Light. “As a proud follower of my kind, of these Fey you seem to so bitterly hate, I will absolutely forbid you to speak to me as though I am no worth.”

“How can someone like you possible protect your Earth fey, let alone be allianced to something of greater meaning? YOU are the pathetic one, my dear Giselle, for what Warrior is so stupid to protect something she even hates?!”

[Giselle]

Giselle was a little surprised how he seemed unaffected by the wounds he was now sporting. Most people would flinch or perhaps even stumble but the Light fey seemed completely nonplussed. She watched him warily because of this. It meant that he was either crazy in some fashion or had the ability to just shrug things like that off. This could signify something dangerous, to her and others, which meant being aware of him was a good idea.

A frown pulled at the corner of her lips as he kept talking. At first she was not bothered by it, after all the years of being talked down to and insulted by other fey it was just another of the same. A routine of sorts that if it did not happen seemed rarer then when it did. Then he mentioned the nature part and she could not understand what he meant. Of course she was understanding of the laws of nature, he was rather delusional. “I understand the laws of nature far better then anyone else around here. Give and take, act and react; such is the nature of things.”

It was almost sad, as she had thought him to be a rather interesting fey and really wanted there to be someone who could help her enjoy them more. Not on a sexual level, though she would not turn that away, but on a deeper mental level and perhaps even spiritual as well. “I offered myself because that was what I wanted. I cannot claim to know what you wanted, I am no mind reader.”

She had wronged him and she was not so prideful that she could not admit that. “I do not hate the fey, I never have. I hate nothing in fact. What I feel for my own kind, is something very personal that I cannot share with you. Those things are shared only with ones who care and are close to me.”

She held her hands out then, in surrender perhaps. “I do not expect you to give it but I beg you for your forgiveness. I was wrong to insult you as I did and I sincerely apologize. I still have trouble interacting with the fey it seems and I overstepped my boundaries with you.” Her eyes locked back on to his and she was completely sincere. It seemed she had done yet another foot stomping in that sense and screwed up things.