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Aes SΓ­dhe » Places

Places in Aes SΓ­dhe

This is a list of locations that can be found in Aes SΓ­dhe.


All Places

Fae Realm

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Gunbae! Bar had been in a rare state of static before she entered. Yeong had leant over the back of the bar, wiping its alcohol-damp surface down with a flannel, when he had heard the door open.

"Sorry, we're closed."


He'd called out without bothering to turn, anticipating a frustrated groan and the clicking of the door closing. When such sounds did not materialise, he sighed, and turned to face the stranger.

"I said, we're clo-"


His words caught in his throat, his tired expression evaporating into something unreadable. Her face, too, was unreadable. So sangfroid were her features, they seemed unfamiliar despite their familiarity. The face was the same, but not how it expressed itself, like a work of art put into a completely different frame, or a plant repotted.

Her expression did not shift, not even as the silence intumesced, clouding the bar and freezing the doors. Questions, so many questions, he didn't know where to start. There was none of the warmness they had once had, and any conflict she may have possessed within herself for him was apparently buried deep.

"We need to talk."


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Memories of that day a week or so ago (has it really been that long?) clung to him like smoke to clothing, stubborn in their scent. Perhaps it was a bad analogy, for he'd grown fond of human cigarettes during his time on earth, they had become familiar, whereas she... she had been familiar too, once. But now-

Yeong sighed before raising his shot to his lips, throwing back the grey liquid. His lips parted as icy breath escaped them and the slightest frost webbed across them before melting in the warmth- all side effects of the aptly named 'frost shots' that were a popular, contemporary beverage among fae. Winter fae especially, to no one's surprise, and, exile aside, Yeong was no different. The frost was as invigorating as it always was; certainly better than any beverage humans had managed to concoct in their decidedly alcoholic history, although that was saying little. The contrast was almost painful to acknowledge, releasing him from what was steadily becoming a desensitisation to the alcohol of the human world, reminding him deftly of what he was missing.

Not that he never drank fae alcohol; he had an arrangement with a trio of smugglers who kept his bar comfortably stocked for the many non-human customers who often roamed into Gunbae! Bar. But he resisted for business' sake, and because fae alcohol didn't deliver headaches in quite the same way the human stuff did. For anyone else, this would have been further incentive, but for Yeong... well, he was a touch masochistic in his appreciation of a little ache here and there- something to keep the memories occupied.

He stood on the edge of the fray, watching with a bored curiosity the white-haired fae knelt at the circle's centre. Last year's opening of Pandora's Box had been decidedly unsuccessful, but the free folk seemed far more optimistic about this year. Perhaps it was because of her. Not perhaps, actually. It was undoubtedly because of her. Every movement she made was fluid, quick and professional amidst a sea of wild, frenzied and disorganised.

As smoky warriors began to rise from the box, dancing across the sky, Yeong joined the fae around in him in their fascination. He watched the crimson creatures, reaching up to touch a passing soldier, only for it to warningly swing its its poleax at his outstretched hand, and rise up, out of his reach.

Just as humour finally touched his features, the first scream broke out, and the scene around him descended into chaos.

"Give us the Halflings, and we might consider granting you exiles and traitors a merciful death." He should have been frightened, but Yeong had long-since found that fear did not come to him easily. In its place, spite, aggression, and a too-dark sense of humour. Hence the way, after a moment of reading the situation, he scoffed instead of screamed. A 'merciful' death. Our troops are ever noble.

He thought it with sarcasm, not stopping to acknowledge his own lack of a noble nature as he plunged into the greenery with no intention of staying behind to fight. Not feeling fear, it seems, is not the same as not yet desiring death. 'Yet'. He had a purpose, now, after all. His sister had set him a goal. He'd failed her too many times already to die before completing it.

Dodging a stray spear, he weaved through the forest, cutting away from the crowd but following the same direction. The direction of the gateway to his world, the human world, was too familiar to need a guiding light.

The child caught him off guard, however. The little blue thing tumbled through the thicket towards him, yelping in pain as she rolled over roots and stone. Looking up to where the girl had come from, Yeong saw her again, the one who had opened Pandora's Box, now at the mercy of dozens of ebony arrows launched in her direction.

Gritting his teeth in an expression of exasperated frustration, an intense gust of wind cut through the foliage, bending the trees and sending the arrows twirling off course. In a swift movement, he had grabbed the child by her wrist and swung her onto his back. She wrapped her little arms around his neck almost knowingly, holding tight as he ran towards the ivory-haired fae.

"Come on."

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