Alexei Threads - Blog Posts

He almost lamented how easy it was as Miju followed after him. Humans used to know. They used to be aware of the rules and know not to get led away by the fae. Hell, they knew to not even hand over their names to anyone a little too lovely, a little too charming. Alexei had to be creative. The hunt had been thrilling. Lambs all but led themselves to the slaughter these days. Living in the age of information when it was so easily shared, so much of it had still been lost. None of them knew what to be wary of anymore.

So he grinned to himself when she expressed even the slightest bit of resistance. "Is it?" He asked in a tone bordering on patronizing. Glancing in the direction of the aforementioned path, Alexei only shrugged. "Do you always do what you're supposed to do? Is that fun for you?" He looked over his shoulder at the pretty little human nearly nuzzling into him.

"Doing what?" He shot back in that same tone, almost like he was speaking to a child. "I'm just walking." And when he turned to face her directly in a motion all too fluid for the uneven ground, he still continued walking backwards. "Have you ever thought of forging your own path, princess?" The fae tacked the last word on as he straightened the crown Miju had failed to get just right when she'd been fiddling with it moments ago. "Aren't you bored?"

there’s nothing that says fun, like spending time in uncharted territory with a stranger you just met. note to self: it’s okay to be a little wary sometimes, miju makes a note of this when they wander off the path. for one, she was worried about being told off. and two, her dress! even though it’d been a few decades old, and she felt like a little kid at times — it was something she cherished. so when there’s more dirt than usual, she’s bound to be a little upset.

“oh, i just don’t think we’re supposed to be here. the path’s over there.” she’s hesitant but follows anyway, keeping close for her own sake, almost burrowing her face into the side of his shoulder. i’m beginning to think this man isn’t new here…

she almost slips. her footsteps aren’t as delicate as alexei’s, given obvious reasons. one being she’s a human. they leave an imprint, and she questions what kind of person is in her graces. she readjusts the triangular crown before it falls off her head by keeping still, having not departed from his side. he’s almost warm to the touch. “how are you doing that? i’m not nervous, you’re nervous.”