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One reviewer said this:
From: Crystal ()
Write another, have them meet again, it is a good story! :)
That actually got the gears going in my head for another short. Wish granted. :)
TAKES PLACE IN THE MIDDLE OF CHAPTER 8 OF "ONCE UPON A TIME," AND AFTER "MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL," WHICH IS CHAPTER 1 OF THIS FIC.
I OWN ONLY ANYA AND JOYCE. BE SURE TO READ MORE ABOUT ANYA IN "ANYA'S CHOICE," A STAND-ALONE COMPANION PIECE TO "AND TWICE BENEATH A SPACE," WHICH IS GOING TO BE A VERY IMPORTANT PIECE IN FURTHER TYING THE FIC-VERSE INTO THE MOVIE-VERSE CONTINUITY.
"Desperate for changing, Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started Chasing after you" ~ Lifehouse, Hanging By A Moment
He hadn't really been serious that night, when he left her broken and blood-soaked form on the gurney, to be found and returned to her world.
Found, returned, she wasn't even lost or borrowed to begin with.
Dylan Myers had sworn three things to Prince Nuada that night. The first, and probably the most important, was that she would tell no one of what she had witnessed or of what transpired in the time that they had been each other's company. Secondly, she swore that she would never willingly reveal him or his kind to his enemies. And lastly...
"I swear, also, that I will do as I have always done – my best – to care for any Fae being I come across. Don't worry about that."
For a long moment, there was silence between them. Glacial eyes scanned Dylan's ashen face. Finally, all he said was, "I shall hold you to that."
He hadn't really meant it.
He told her as an admonishment. As someone would say, "be good, or else," to a child. He'd had no intention of ever looking over her shoulder after that, and every intention of getting on with the rest of forever. Plans to move forward, friends and allies to uphold relations with, and a beloved sister to miss, after all, though one was a fool if they assumed that the royal twins never saw each other in all the centuries that Prince Nuada lived self-exiled from his father's court.
And for a while in recent days, he thought he could finally do that. Thought he could finally get the troublesome human and all the thoughts she brought with her out of his head at last.
Of course, it would be just his luck to end up seeing her again, wouldn't it? Just when he finally felt that he never would, and that he could relegate Dylan Myers to the realm of memory-gone-by. Just when the unbidden headaches that came at certain lulls in his day and his mind slipped back to her had finally stopped altogether. Just when his thoughts were all his own and he could forget her.
Nuada sighed over his drink from where he sat at his out-of-the-way perch, observing the Troll Market without even really seeing it. He knew it was useless to try to retire to his chamber and sleep.
She had been in a park, there were two friends of hers with her. It was for some Old World themed faire that a group of humans were hosting, though some of the fairer folk were about, himself included, it was interesting to see some of the old arts and dances kept still by these clumsy humans, to say nothing of some of their quaint costumes. Nuada smiled darkly and took another sip from his drink.
Dylan had flowers in her curly brunette hair. They were pink, like the dress worn by the shorter of her two friends, a petite woman with cropped blonde hair and a wide smile. Joyce they called her, and the style of her dress was actually far from any real style that would have been worn in the old ages. Nuada much preferred the more authentic styles of of the gowns that Dylan and her other friend wore, a long-haired brunette who looked Eastern European, but she spoke with the same sort of rapid-fire tongue that was only to be found on the North American west coast. They were laughing, all three of them, and carrying on with having the best old time any three friends should have.
It was when Dylan turned her head away from the lights, looked off in the direction of the twilight and the already-set sun, that he his breath caught and he went rigid. Her eyes had flitted away from the heavens and into the trees, and for a split-second she was looking at him. Right at him. Her eyes suddenly went wider and her mouth came unconsciously open in a soft, subtle, and silent gasp. Her form was a very picture of stunned stillness.
"Dylan! Come on! You don't wanna miss this!" yelled her brunette friend, and the spell was broken as Dylan snapped her head to look over in the direction and call back. But that was more than Nuada needed to disappear again. He was closer to her now, and so when Dylan looked back to where he had been, searching manically with her eyes for some sign of him being there and finding none, he could hear her mutter, "Dammit, Anya, you owe me for this," before resigning herself to his absence and re-joining her friends.
Nuada's mug had just run dry by this time, so he sighed heavily and pulled himself out of his still-too-vivid recent memory, though it had happened a couple weeks ago. He had been wondering now, what he was going to do, now that Dylan Myers, drat her, was back on his mind again, just when he'd gotten her out of it at last. And he was losing sleep over it, which was never something that any man of any race was wanting to do, usually. Nuada gave another heavy sigh as he made up his mind right there. He had to see her again. He knew all the proper channels to go through for finding her whereabouts...
Nuada did not believe in the promises of man. His distrust of them was what fueled his choice to live in self-exile in the first place, after the truce was made. "Perhaps," he said aloud, "perhaps it is time I... account for the human's promise, and see if she still honors it."
He didn't want to be honest with himself just now.
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