His Little Fae

Incandescent Flames

What is falling in love, anyway?

How is it any different from digging up a pit, and burying yourself underneath the sands of your feelings with your significant other being your only provider of oxygen? How is it any different than being caught underneath a wave, with no one's hand to grasp but theirs. There's a reason why it is referred to as falling. Because it comes with a danger, a risk.

So what happens when the moon of your life, when the person you'd lost yourself for refused to give you that oxygen you so desperately needed? What happens when they never extend that hand? What happens when you were wrong about them, and now you're left to fall on your own?

Easy, you catch yourself.

Livius may be the very center of my universe, but I wouldn't allow myself to get lost in everything that we were for too long. And this is where it ended. This is where I draw the line. Although, what I felt for him would never truly go away, I will not let it control me. If I wanted to beat the shit out of anyone who insulted the people who raised me, then I would, regardless of who they are.

"So, what'll it be, Cruella?" I asked, cocking my head to the side, my eyes narrowing on her frame. "Should I kick you into that tree back there, or will you just run away crying to my mate before I even do anything?"

Her lips pulled into a sneer at the nickname, proving to me just how much she disliked it. But instead of answering with a similar threat, she simply scoffed, and rolled those ocean eyes. "We all know you're not allowed to touch me."

"You're right, I'm not." I shot her a feral grin, and for a brief moment I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes before it faded back into those calm waters.

"Lavias."

I didn't bother with that long ass incantation this time, instead I simply murmured that one word. My voice was eerily calm as a flash of light cut through the clearing, before quickly fading nearly as fast as it had appeared, and in my right hand was my father's sword, the silver blade familiar against my tender palm.

Her eyes widened, and my lips quirked up at her reaction. She immediately recognized what metal this sword was made of, and judging by the way her eyes narrowed, she also knew what it could do to her.

Of course, I have no intention of touching her with it. I know how much of a threat silver is to wolves, how much it weakens them. One wrong swing, and she could be scarred forever.

I'd never forgive myself.

Even if I severely disliked her, I'd never cause permanent damage. I was better than that.

So what was I going to do?

There's always so many options with this sword, it's a bit overwhelming. Lavias was very different from Asterias, the weapon Victoria currently held. It has more purpose when carried by a fae. Unlike Asterias, Lavias had the potential to amplify ones magic power. It could turn a mere wave into a tsunami. A gust of wind into a tornado. A strike of lighting into a forest fire. It really was the ideal weapon for a royal.

Regular Fae's could only use, and master, one element or specified power in their lifetime, therefore if they were to hold this blade there wouldn't be much of a difference in their power. However, with the Sparrow blood running through my veins, I had power over it all. From controlling the waves of the ocean, to reading the mind of another mortal.

When I wield this sword, I am once again in tune with the nature around me, with every element I had at my fingertips.

Don't get me wrong, I'm no master of all the elements, but with Lavias, I could pass off as though I actually knew what the fuck I was doing.