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The Multiverse » Arcs » Faerie Court

A new Knight Commander is installed in the Seelie Court, but what exactly will this mean for the fae and others in the Unseen realms?

As written by: DemiKara, Absenthia


29 pieces and 3 characters involved, written by 2 different authors.

2 places involved




So begins...

Faerie Court


The Summer CourtSetting: The Summer Court


Molly had no clue how long had passed in the outside world, merely that she had been here for some time, and that she was very tired of being here, in gowns and corsets with maids to see to her, and everything just so. It had either been days or weeks in the time here. She wasn't sure.

Oh it was all simply wonderful of course, a beautiful place, full of beautiful people, and it was all so wondrous to look at, even if she had been here long enough to receive the occasional deportment lesson, so she stepped on no toes. But she wanted to return home. Where the heck was Catherine, and why had she left Molly here, in this horrible timeless realm.

Molly browsed the books in the library, looking not for something to read, but for answers. Why was she still here, and how could she get home?
Molly wasn't likely to find answers in the library, but the answers would come soon enough. With the recent passing of the of court's Knight Commander, Sir William McBride, the title was soon passed onto the next in line. Faerie court politics could be ugly and confusing at the same time, one never knew who was going to be on their side one week to the next. It also didn't help matters that the court was stuck in a bit of a time warp, they seemed to be utterly convinced that it was still stuck in the era of the Sun King, Louis XIV.

However all this aside, help wasn't too terribly far off for Molly as a scurry and commotion started outside of a likes that hadn't been seen since in quiet some time. The Fae thrived on drama, and with the recently sedate periods, any bit of excitement was greeted with glee. A coach was sitting in the drive, pulled by a pair of matched bay horses.

Soon a woman exited the coach, helped by a footman, she stepped lightly down from the coach and turned to supervise the unloading of her trunks. Her face was mostly obscured by the door of the coach as she turned to speak with someone outside for a moment. It was obvious though by her clothing, and the frantic scurrying outside that this was someone important to the court.
Molly heard the commotion and left the books be, then headed to the front to see what could be happening. Not that she’d be likely to get a good view, of course, but if she stood on one of the balconies, perhaps she could see. She picked up the ridiculous skirts they made her wear and hurried to a second floor balcony overlooking the courtyard.

What was this? Someone had arrived by coach? Molly slipped to the second row of the group easily able to see thanks to her height, as carefully as she was able to, and peered down the courtyard. “She looks important.” She murmured, and smiled slightly as she peered down on the latest addition. Very important, whoever it was, though Molly didn’t recognize her just yet.

There was a giggle beside her, and Molly’s cheeks reddened and she ignored it. She was all too often laughed at for her lack of knowledge. No doubt everyone watching knew who the figure was. Equally no doubt, they wouldn’t tell her a thing.
The woman turned to speak to someone down below, the back of her head and gown only visible. Her hair was a mass of pale blonde, almost silver hair piled carefully atop her head, made to look even paler by the deep amethyst color of her silk gown that was trimmed with the most delicate pieces of lace and ribbon. Soon though she left and the various other court members dispersed about Molly in a flurry of whispers and rumors. They were mumbling something about the Knight Commander, but none of it was terribly clear. As usual the fae were thriving off the drama that this new visitor brought with them, and the promise of a potential change in the political climate in the courts.

A few giggles and whispers followed the ladies as they left for other parts of the palace, news would be spreading fast, and by the end of the day everyone would undoubtedly know what was going on; even Molly.
The Knight Commander? Molly sighed and headed back to her suite. Her maids, or the ones lent to her, would have the latest gossip. They were simply wonderful, helping her keep up so, even if they weren't aware of it. It wasn’t long until she found out of course, and quietly sent a maid off to deliver a message.

Catherine was the Knight Commander now. She had returned. Sir William was
gone, Molly supposed. Either way, she would soon find out what had happened, and why she had been forgotten. Her maid was to speak to whomever was seeing to Catherine, and to find a time when Molly might cross paths with her now found boss, discretely.

If nothing else, she had learned not to make a scene, and the maid returned quickly, murmured into Molly’s ear, and moved to get a dinner gown ready, for later that evening. For now
for now, Molly smiled and set out. Catherine’s meeting was set to end at a certain time.

Molly waited patiently, scanning poetry in a nearby nook, just waiting for Catherine to pass her by. She should come in this direction. If nothing else, Molly would hear the door open, and she could sit up then, and quietly call attention to herself. She would have an answer as to her abandonment.
Catherine exited from the door in a rustle of silk and petticoats. The higher ranking members of the court were not used to having a woman in the position of the King's Knight Commander, especially one such as the one they were currently saddled with. Many of the members of the King's closest advisors wore quite the sour look as they emerged from the meeting. "I believe that will be an excellent start gentlemen." She spoke turning towards the men, her hands clasped loosely at her waist. "See to it that Oberon is also informed of these decisions." Catherine added before picking up her skirts and turning back down the corridor near where Molly sat.

Hardly a day in the court to assume her father's position, and the political rumblings were trying to start. She had not lied when she said the Faerie court was dangerous, there was always something that one party or the other would stop at nothing to get.
Molly closed the book and stood up as she heard the rustle of silks. She waited until Catherine was closer before speaking. With her odd colored hair, and her height, she blended, almost with the fae. “Director.” Her voice was quiet. She would not be loud at this, though her form was near shaking with carefully controlled rage. “Could you tell me the date, in Texas, perhaps?” It would be a good thing to get a gauge of how long she had been gone. Time was variable here. She had no clue, other than the news would not be good to hear.

“I have the nastiest feeling, by the silver in your hair, that I have been here significantly longer than a few days.” And she was not pleased, though her voice was carefully controlled. “Long enough that my old clothes have been completely done away with, at least.” That much she knew for sure. All her old things were long gone.
Regarding Molly immediately with suspicion, carefully considered her response. In the mundane world, she was still dealing with the fall out from as she put it ," the daring escape" which in reality had been almost more trouble than it had been worth. "Excuse me?" She replied icily not liking where this conversation was going. "I'm not sure who you are or what I've done to wrong you, but I would suggest you not bring this grievance to light here." Catherine stated trying to remain neutral. This woman however seemed determined to pick a fight.

"Madame, once again I have no idea what you are blithering about." She said feeling her own ire rising at what was being said. Meanwhile she grabbed Molly firmly by the arm with one hand, gathered her skirts up in the other, and escorted her brusquely down the corridor.

A dizzying array of twists and turns through various corridors later and a few passageways, Catherine tossed Molly into a private set of apartments unceremoniously, before closing the door behind them.
Molly held her tongue as Catherine grabbed her and dragged her to her private suite. It was likely for the best. “You don’t even recognize me.” She murmured. “Or if you do, you’re a decent actor. Just
next time you return to our world, take me back. I’m tired of being a laughingstock for being left here alone.” Molly would not sit down. She refused to. This wasn’t... She was tired of being stuck here, stuck in this realm. “And I am very tired of people trapping me in places I do not age, and stealing who knows how long from me.”

Very tired. But she had, if nothing else, learned composure here. “It’s a simple request. I hope it can be granted.” She doubted it would be, whether Catherine recognized her or not. Molly simply tired of having to start over again and again because she had gone missing, and was the same age as when she left.

Catherine had aged. There were only so many reasons for that. Molly however, had not, and it was tiring. How many times would she lose out on her entire life, on all that she knew, only for her to have to start all over again. This time, Molly wished desperately to herself, this time, she would avoid the magical world and its realms and all whole dealt within. There were only so many restarts she could handle.
She had had more than enough babbling, blithering, and bawling to last lifetimes, and reached out to striking Molly across the cheek. "Stop bawling! You of all people should know what encompasses this world." Catherine said. "Now sit." She said pointing to a settee nearby. "You are human Molly, while I understand your frustrations at being trapped here it could be much worse." She started taking a seat herself across from the other woman on a small chair.

Everyone had remarked at how she had aged, but in reality she was simply tired. Tired from her prolonged stay at St. Mary's, and tired from everything that the Council, Izaak, and others had put her through. The Faerie court had really just been an escape to recoupe her faculties without so much harassment and worry. "You can leave anytime you want Molly, I will contact my nephew and ensure that you have a safe transition into the mundane world." Catherine finally spoke trying to reign in the anger and irritation that Molly always brought to the surface somehow.

"However trapping you here was never my intent."
“I know it wasn’t your intent. You are not the sort of person who does this on purpose. And I know something must have happened to you. Whatever it was, for both our sakes, I wish it hadn’t.” Her eyes met Catherine’s. “But I was not hysterical, and you, you have no right to strike me.”

Molly would not sit. “Contact your nephew. I’m sure he’s grown into a fine man. I’m going to my suite to ensure what things that are mine are mostly packed away. Your maid knows mine. Send a message through her, when it is time for me to leave.” She would not remain in this suite another second. “And Catherine? Whatever your mission, your purpose, here in this realm. I wish you luck, and I am sorry your father passed.”

There was only one way for that title to pass on. She knew it. Molly headed to the door, intent on leaving this place, though she moved slowly, as if overburdened. This place had eaten away at her soul, it seemed. She’d be so glad to be back in her own realm, though she would likely end up refusing Brandon’s help. She’d make her own way. She’d done it before. She didn’t want the help of a boy she remembered not at all fondly, no matter the man he had grown into.
"Then why do you act as if it were?" Catherine questioned returning Molly's gaze. She too wished that everything hadn't happened the way it had, but her mother had always told her that if wishes were horses then beggars would ride, and her father had told her to be very careful for what she wished for. "I know you want out Molly, but if you deny the help I'm offering you it won't be an easy transition. You know all about that don't you?" She added, knowing what would happen from here on out. The girl was stubborn, and tended to get in over her head more often than not.

"I don't need a send a message through the maids Molly, I have other ways of contacting you." Catherine sighed in frustration. She had grown up here, spent many hours of her youth in these apartments that belonged to the McBride family, and now technically belonged to her. It was home, but at the same time lacked something.

"Thank you for your...condolences Miss Bronson." She said stiffly watching Molly leave, wondering briefly if she would be able to find her way back.
“It never is.” Molly said quietly at the door. “Even with help it wouldn’t be.” She shrugged. “Forgive me my temperament.” She left at that. She couldn’t stand to stay here longer. It may not be Catherine’s fault that Molly had been stuck, but it didn’t change that it was through Catherine’s actions she was even in this realm in the first place. Molly only had the haziest memories coming, and couldn’t recall the reason, not any more.

It didn’t matter. She would be going home, hopefully soon. She had her things to pack, and to figure out what she could wear in the human realm. Surely she had something that wouldn’t be as out of place as the gowns she wore now. Perhaps she just needed time. She didn’t even know the fashions of the human now. At times, she no longer felt human, though there had been times she didn’t feel that regardless.

What human had purple hair, after all?

WEll, if nothing else, her and Catherine's rocky relationship hadn't changed an ounce.

Wing CitySetting: Wing City


Most of the journey back into what most would call the mundane world had been spent in silence between the two of them. Catherine had fetched Molly from her rooms early the next morning, knowing that time would move much slower within the faerie courts than outside. At her request, a coach was readied and waiting for the pair to take them to the portal which lay some way distant from the Summer Palace. "I do apologize for yesterday Miss Bronson, these last few years have been hard." Catherine finally spoke, her voice as calm and quiet as ever, never showing much emotion.

"My nephew will be meeting us at the portal entrance, and I believe he should have some of your things for you."
Molly glanced to Catherine and nodded. "That will be kind of him then. One of the maids packed my court dress and persona effects in a travel bag, however the clothing won't exactly suit a, well, a human filled setting." She glanced to Catherine, then towards the portal. "Thank you for sending me home, Lady Dumitrescu. I'm eager to restart my life." Very eager. Though it would still be some time, she knew, before she truly got to, well, enjoy it. Starting over was difficult as it was. She'd need paperwork she didn't have in order to even hold an above board job.

Unless she took up bounty hunting again. It'd be difficult without back up, but doable. That was always an option. "How old is your nephew now?"
"If you're going to use my court given title it's Lady McBride, however it is probably best that your maid not know where you're going. At times there have been Unseelie spies within the court, and trust is something rare." She explained looking out the window for a moment before turning back to Molly. "I'm.. not entirely sure. I missed a lot while I was gone." Catherine answered, ashamed that she didn't know this small bit of information.

She had taken Brandon in voluntarily, willing to tolerate his strange talents and the baggage that came with. Unfortunately that act of kindness had caused a ripple effect, leading to where she was now.
"Lady McBride then. I apologize." She said quietly. "And they don't know. I just told them I was leaving shortly, and needed my things packed." She said and smiled slightly. "I've learned not to trust a soul in that court. Even my maid can work against me, and has." she wasn't sure she'd keep the bag, despite it's properties.

"I'm sorry you've missed so much." Molly murmured. "It must be hard. At least you're okay now." She assured the other. Hopefully Catherine would find peace here, but she wasn't sure. She certainly needed a chance to have peace.

Then again, didn't everybody? Molly banished the thoughts and smiled to her, well her boss. "Is it safe to assume I no longer have a job with the MCU?" She had been gone quite some time. She doubted she held a position there at all.
Catherine held a hand up and shook her head, "Don't. You have nothing to apologize for." After all Molly had done nothing to apologize for. "I'm not surprised she has, picking maids for their trustworthiness is difficult considering the environment." She added finding it hard to return Molly's smile.

"Please don't be sorry. I really brought it on myself." Catherine didn't exactly feel comfortable discussing what circumstances had brought her to where she was now. Sooner or later she would have to address the situation, and all that had transpired, but for now she would gladly leave it in the past where it belonged.

"Miss Bronson, even I no longer possess a job with MCU."
"Well. That'll make things slightly trickier." She murmured. "But I think I might be able to get a job somewhere regardless." Bounty hunting it was. Nobody asked IDs on people brining in bounties, except who to write the check to. This wasn't going to be too terribly much fun, she decided, but it was doable.

There were enough things that went bump in the night that she should be fine, if a bit unorthodox in her methods at first. Perhaps she could find sponsored work in the black market. She'd need to get back in shape, but her body hadn't exactly changed while she was here, at all. It had been interesting to note, though made tiem keeping a pain in the butt.

"I wonder if my parents remember me." She wouldn't be abe to see them, regardless.
"Indeed." Catherine remarked taking another look out the window, they were close it seemed. "I'm sure Brandon will be able to find something for you to do, even if it's working in the shop for a few days." She said. Things with MCU and the Council had reached a boiling point within the last year, and to be honest Catherine wasn't sure where it would be going after Kasimir's death.

"You may remember your parents, but they may not remember you; magic has a funny way of working. It's a choice you will have to make, I cannot make it for you, nor can I help you make it. Just remember they have believed you to be dead, and while you can legally over turn that, they've already begun to move on with their lives." Catherine pointed out.
"I've disappeared from contact with them for three years before." She said quietly. "I think I'll just stay gone." It might be for the best. They thought her dead, after all. She smiled though and looked down the the gloves that covered her hands. "Do you think he'll have brought me a pair of jeans?" She hoped so. She was terribly tired of dresses. "I could probably get away with the bouse still, but I would love to be back in pants." Like nothing else.

Molly didn't want to discuss the past, anymore than Catherine did. She'd rather discuss happier things, like getting to wear pants again, and not having to wear a corset anymore. She'd be able to take full breaths again! That was a true wonder.

She could wear comfortable clothes again, and full intended on never wearing another corset.
"Three years is some time, however fifteen years is...uhm well quite a lot of time. So yes, it may be best to stay gone." Catherine finally said looking down where her hands were clasped in her lap. The coach had jolted, swayed and shook as the roads gradually got worse and worse. The fae didn't seem so keen on maintaining their boundaries with the human world, content to let roads grow rutted, pocked with holes, and overgrown with brush.

"I don't know what he will have brought for you to wear." She replied answering Molly's question. Brandon's idea of clothing when she'd gotten out of St. Mary's had been something she'd worn for a weekend office shift years ago. So she could never tell what exactly he was thinking when it came to clothing. "I simply asked him to bring you clothing." She added reaching up to grab a strap hanging from the roof of the coach. Knowing her nephew, he had probably poached from Catherine's closet.

"You might want to hang on. We're fixing to go through the portal, and I'm not entirely sure where we'll end up." Catherine said as the coach picked up speed, before bursting through in a flash of light into the city. Thankfully it was the middle of the night, with few if any people to see the strange and unusual sight.
Molly held onto a strap herself as they went through and took in a deep breath. "I can smell the polution. She said with a grin. "That's sadly exciting." Pollution was exciting. She knew she had it bad. "Thank you, Lady McBride." Very much. She was home, or at least in the right world, and she didn't care that she had been gone fifteen whole years. What did that matter, when she would age again, live again.

Molly waited for the door to open, and stepped out first, not caring one whit for tradition now that she was in a realm where it hardly mattered. This was the human world, and Catherine wasn't her boss here. That made them equals, of a sort, or at least when it came to getting out of a thrice darned carriage.

Waiting there was an adult man with a shock of white hair that she could recognize anywhere, and a feel about him that made her want to recoil. He had a shopping bag at his side, and she glanced to it. "Brandon, right?"

"Yeah. You're...Molly. You look prety much like how I remember. Welcome back."

"You don't. You seem to have grown up quite a bit. Your aunt mentioned it have been fifteen years though."

"Physically? I'm probably older than you now." He grinned. "I can help you get settled in again, if you'd like." He offered, then stepped over to the coach, letting her think that over as he greeted his aunt. "Aunt Catherine. I hope you've been finding the other realms comforting."
Catherine offered Molly a small, bemused smile as she commented about the pollution of the city. "Think nothing of it Molly." She answered watching the other woman hurriedly clamor out of the coach towards the rain slicked pavement below. "You might want to watch your step.." She warned once she was down from the coach onto the pavement. Catherine couldn't say that she missed the stench of the city after a rain storm, or the various smells of car and diesel exhaust. 'Mentally they're probably roughly the same age...' Catherine thought carefully to herself, very familiar with both parties penchant for juvenile antics of one form or the other.

"Hello Brandon, yes it has, thank you." She replied returning her nephew's warm greeting, knowing the Faerie's realm was no place to ever bring him. The Unseelie would quickly look to take advantage of him, and that would create more chaos that they'd ever known. Yet at the same time strangely enough it was home.
Brandon smiled at that, and made sure to hold his umbrella so his aunt was covered by it as well. "Great. Thanks for, ah, not taking me. I don't think I'd be quite safe there." Not through lack of trying. "I doubt you can stay very long, but try and stay safe in that realm." He hoped that she'd be okay. She always went and returned in such ridiculously fancy clothes, he was almost afraid to hug her.

Molly waited off to the side, as patient as could be. She had learned patience, more than ever before, in that place. There was nothing else to do, after all, but wait somedays. Right now, she was just happy to take in the rain soaked city and get wet without care.
Catherine smiled at Brandon for a moment as if she were thinking of something. "Pity, because I'm sure Puck would enjoy a new playmate." She replied finding herself dreading that aspect of court life once more. Tightly corseted low cut gowns, with voluminous skirts didn't exactly lead to mobility. "I'll be perfectly safe there Brandon, few people dare to challenge my position." What she didn't add was the people who could challenge it were what she was afraid of.

The Faerie court only knew that her position with MCU had kept her away from court, and she'd chosen not to live in the Faerie's realm for some time. They didn't need specifics nor the entire story, lest they challenge her or declare her unfit. That had happened too many times already. "I can stay as long as I need to stay."
"Good. I'd have to try and help if someone tried to hurt you, and I would likely end up getting severely hurt if I did." He knew his limits, and he knew he wasn't able to match just about any Fae. If they showed up, he was more likely to ask her, than any other outcome.


"And I'm not sure I want to play with Puck." He glanced over to Molly. "I should get her settled, out of the rain." He sighed. "I'll take good care of her, if she'll let me." He paused, and searched his pocket before taking out a tissue paper wrapped gift. "This is from Lara. She's being a brat about you being gone already. I'll keep an eye on her too though, so don't worry."

In the purple tissue paper was a simple, obviously handmade, clay butterfly, painted in cheery easter pastels, and strung on a black cord. She had cheerful used some of Brandon's materials to make it, under his supervision.
"I appreciate your concern Brandon, but you know I can handle myself." Catherine said making a slight face. Magic was distasteful enough as it was, but having to use it in a defensive manner was even more so. "Most Fae don't leave their own realm unless there's a good reason. I'll be back soon as I get my father's affairs in order."

Taking the small gift from him in her hands she unwrapped the slightly damp tissue paper, to look at the simply made butterfly, a token of a child's appreciation and adoration. "Tell her if she can behave I'll send her something special." Catherine would send the girl a small token, something pretty, but only slightly enchanted; nothing at all dangerous.

"I'll be home soon, I promise." She said picking up her skirts, and turning to climb back into the coach.
"I'll let her know. Safe travels." He said, then walked back to Molly's side, and sharing the umbrella with her. He waited until the carriage was gone to turn to Molly. "Let's get you to where you can change. I guessed your size, so we may have to go shopping later, but that can wait until we get your identity back. Or a new one, if that's what you choose." He suggested, then shrugged.

"You could probably even keep your name." Probably. It wasn't like anyone was actually looking for her.

Molly nodded, glad to share the umbrella. "That sounds good. I think a new identity is in order. I didn't really leave anybody behind." she said quietly, and followed him back to his car. She needed an identity before she could leave magic fully behind, it seemed.