Look Right Threw Me[Jeremy]

[Faylinn Marie Freemark]

One year, 365 days, 24 multiplied by 365 to make the hours. An uncountable number of minutes. One year, the amount of time it took for the world to do a full orbit around the sun. One year in the life of a fairy, it meant nothing. A decade passed by in the blink of an eye, a year was just enough time to take a breath, it was nothing to them. But to a mortal, a year was a big part of there life, it was months, it was monumental, it meant so much to them. Faylinn had never really thought about it, not to much, not until this morning. When she'd looked at her calendar for the first time in months probably, she actually looked at it.

Then she saw that todays date had been marked with a large red X. Today was not supposed to exsist not to her anyway. Today was nothing in her life, if a year meant so little a day was absolutly nothing. But if you've ever lived in pain you know then, that when your in pain time moves so much slower, every second rings threw your being and makes it's passing known to you. Today was like that for Faylinn, every second she seemed to know, and it seemed to just blow threw her the longer she sat in her apartment.

It'd been over a year since she'd actually found out what she was. Not human like she'd thought for all that time, for years of her life she'd been living a lie. Her old name was on the tip of her tongue, but no, she wasn't that girl anymore. She'd never really been that girl, that's why she went by a new name here the one that Seth called her, the one Piper had given her, Faylinn, yes she was a Faylinn now she told herself as she threw on her jacket, she couldn't sit in her house anymore. She needed to be outside, it was summer now, and she wanted to be free from the confinds of her home, and then she found that she wished to be free from more, she wanted to be free from her glamor.

So now she was in the forest, praticing her glamor. Removing it, and laying it back on her skin over and over. The first time was hard, she'd laced it on tightly, sown it to her skin, then she had to undo the mental stiching, now she was free from it though, and while she knew she should place it back on, she coudn't force herself back into the cage that it was. So she staid outside of it, her skin was a little bit more golden than natural should look. Her hair was down to her lower back, just above her ars, black and flowing, her eyes dark circles in her face, her nose a little bit more upturned, and her lips a little more fully, she didn't look to different from her glamor only her wings.They were a light seafoam green color things that came out of her back, they were beautiful she thought, though she'd never really spent much time with them. She kept walking threw the forest without her glamor on, until she found a little stream which she dipped her feet into and sighed, as she began to sing, something that the faries she'd met had sung, in a language she didn't know, but it was enchanting she'd thought.

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[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy exited Monique's house in a rage, bursting through the front door and breaking into an immediate run. He didn't know if he heard his name being called or not, but he ignored it regardless and didn't look back. He knew it was going to turn out that way, he just knew. But he still walked in the house hoping for the best and he still got slammed in the face for it. Wishing he had never gone there straight from getting back to Nevermore in the first place, Jeremy ran faster and faster, knowing he couldn't run away from his problems but also knowing that old habits died hard.

Stopping, Jeremy breathed hard and heavy and attempted to catch his breath as he leaned back against a tree. He knew if he started thinking more and more about the previous incidents, that it could potentially lead to his eyes watering with frustration. He didn't want to think about 'crying'. 'Crying' just sounded too wussy for him. His heart that previously pounded loudly in his ears was beginning to fade away. He began stripping off his clothing and tied it quite loosely around his ankle. He let himself change into his lycan form and he took off, once again. Jeremy hadn't been in this form for so long, he almost forgot what it felt like to be a wolf. It felt wonderful, the wind in his fur and the earth fresh beneath his paws.

Ignoring the previous events, Jeremy, instead, thought about the future. Him and Monique, getting married, moving into a house together, maybe adding to their family soon after, and it made is spirit lift a bit. The thought of no one bothering them made him even happier and he wondered how Monique would feel about a cabin in the forest. To him it even sounded a bit outlandish, but who knew. Jeremy could live with just his family for the rest of his life. Coming upon a small river, Jeremy skidded to a stop in front of it and he silently began lapping up water. It was fresh and tasted wonderful. Soon enough, though, he heard a light voice singing in a different language. Before he looked at the figure, the wind blew south and his nose caught a familiar scent.

Immediately, Jeremy turned in the direction and growled instinctively. It was a faery's scent he had caught and he looked upon it now, no glamour to disguise it. It was a golden color with bluish green wings, almost beautiful if it's species had not mattered, but it did. Faeries were dangerous, as his previous experiences had proven, and he was not familiar with this one. It was a female quite obviously and, with his teeth still bared, Jeremy took a step back in a protective stance.

[Faylinn Marie Freemark]

Faylinn sang the song, without thinking about it. Without thinking about the words, what they might mean, who had sang them so she could pick them up. She just sang, and walked around the forest, thinking about the first time she'd ever met her friend here, Kira, and how long it'd been since she'd seen that fairy girl. She wondered if anything had ever happened with her and that mortal she was fond of, Iris, Faylinn smiled, as she walked she followed the stream, in her own little daze.

Until growling broke her out of it. She came back to the world and looked at something that was growling. She blinked, once...twice...three times. She'd never seen a wolf before, she hadn't thought they were around here, she held out her hand for the wolf, going back to being mute for a moment, she sat down infront of the wolf, and sticking her feet into the stream, it was a nice stream, very cool, it felt good today was hot. She stared at the wolf. She cupped some water in her hands and offered it to the wolf, "I'm not going to hurt you there's no need to growl," she said. She thought he was a wolf and had no idea this was a man, that anything other than fairys were real. She sighed at the wolf, and dropped her hands, before closing her eyes, and putting her glamor back on her body. She was as she was now, tanish, with dark hair that went mid way down her back curling, and dark eyes, no more wings, though sometimes she swore she could still feel them.

She looked at the wolf, "There see I'm just like everyone else now," she said, looking at at her arms, and her reflection in the stream, to make sure she'd gotten everything right when she shifted back.

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[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy focused on the faery carefully. He knew how cunning and dangerous they could be, but he had taken them on before, and females weren't nearly as bad as males. If he had to fight her, he knew he would win. Keeping his teeth bared, stiffening his legs to make sure they were well planted against the ground, he readied himself for a sudden attack. But when he growled loudly enough for her to hear, she turned to him blinking, seeming almost surprised, but did not immediately attack him.

Taking another slow step back, away from the faery, Jeremy wondered why her expression wasn't as harsh as he had normally seen in Faeries. She started approaching him, but something held Jeremy back from attacking first, so he took steps back as she went forward. She had stopped singing and was now sitting down and offering him water from her hands. Jeremy sort of jumped back in surprise, ceasing his low, continuous growling. The faery sounded to be talking to something lower than her, almost as if Jeremy was truly an animal. Blinking himself, Jeremy took off in a perpendicular direction, finding a large tree to hide behind to think for a moment. Was the faery truly unaware of what he was? Impossible. All faeries knew of lycans just as well as they knew of them. Was she trying to gain his trust to get him in his human form, then kill him?

But Jeremy sensed people and was more aware of things more than ever, so he trusted his instincts. Taking the wrapping off his ankle, he changed back and into his clothes. Breathing deeply, desperately hoping she wasn't really hostile. Rounding the tree, Jeremy slowly walked back to the changed back faery and sighed. "Hey. Sorry about that. I didn't know if you were going to attack or something."

[Faylinn Marie Freemark]

The water in the stream was extremly cold, like something fridged. If it'd been just a little bit colder outside it would have frozen her fingers and palm and hurt them. As it was, it was a hot day and the water felt fine in this small dose. Though when she tried to help the food, she found that it wasn't going to except her help. She threw the water back into the stream without thinking much about it. She wondered about the wolf, something had seemed off, than again since she'd come to Nevemore, she'd found out more often than not things were not what they seemed. Hell look at her, even she was more than she'd thought she was long ago. While she could have kept walking or moving around, she found the stream soothing in some way, so she didn't leave.

Faylinn had staid in pretty much the same spot since the wolf had left so she was easy enough to find. From her perch, she'd decided to sit on a rock, and hum once more. She didn't know what she felt in this forest, but she knew she was supposed to wait for something to happen. She was looking away, when Jeremy came back as a human. Her eyebrows came together, "Excuse me?" she said surprised. She hadn't seen a human around here, but here he was. "When was I going to attack you? Where did you come from?" she asked a little startled by his apperance.

She crossed her arms, she hadn't seen him, inside of her. She could tell there was something off, but she wasn't sure. Not sure what it was about him that was off. She bit her lip, and was glad that she'd placed her glamor on. But she hadn't anchored the magic well, so if she stopped thinking about it might slip off. She looked at this man "I've been here for a while, and all I've seen was a wolf, and I highly doubt that you were a wolf," she said with her cheeks trying to smile but not doing so.

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[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy knew in the back of his mind the situation could have gone awfully awry. Faeries were so cunning and mischeivous, and in his opinion, couldn't be trusted. He wondered for a moment, though, how many faeries really were sweet and kind. He had never come across one who turned out to be purely that, and he was sure he had yet to, but he still wondered. Hoping deeply that the faery wouldn't immediately attack him once again, he refrained from cringing as he waited for an answer.

But when it came, Jeremy was as equally confused as the faery seemed to be. Both their eyebrows were drawn together, and he crossed his arms as she had already done. She spoke to him as if he was a completely different soul from the previous wolf form. And that's when it occured to him that his previous short-thought theory about her was correct. She honestly did not know that he was a lycan. She must not have even heard of them before, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. What was wrong with her?

When she finally spoke her last question, it confirmed all previous thoughts. But then, Jeremy started doubting himself again, and he wondered if this faery was for real or just drawing him into a trap. Squinting his eyes at her for a moment, he tested it out. Jeremy was a human lie detector, and he decided to measure the faery's response. He spoke nonchalantly and matter-of-factly to her and studied her inconspicuously. "You're, you're joking, right? I mean, of course that was me."

[Faylinn Marie Freemark]

"You need to be more careful!" his voice was rasied, he'd never yelled at her before, and she didn't really like it when he yelled at her. She looked down at her feet, and the quilt on her bed where she was perched, after a moment when his breathing calmed down a little bit, "Why should I be careful? I'm a damn pixie after all!" she said seething at him, he turned around quickly from looking at her wall, his eyes flashed, "I'm not the most dangerous thing out there and I could have seriously hurt you, there is so much you don't know, so many things out there that you don't know," he pointed to the park across the street, but she understood what he meant, outside of her house there were so many things. She just looked out the window,

"So many things you don't know, " she heard his voice in her head right now and rolled her eyes, sticking her hand in the stream, to bring her back from memories and back into the now, into this moment. The cold water was chilling to the bone, but she kept her hand in the stream, while she looked at this man. "How could you have been the wolf, there's no such thing as a lycan," she said. Fairys couldn't lie, she wondered if he knew that, knew that she wasn't human, would he know that rule, she couldn't lie, so in her mind, lycan's were just a myth.