Y/N lives on the outer edge of a fairy commune deep in the forest. Fairies are women, always have been, far as anyone knows. They live in the trees, in root hollows, in the soft lit spaces between old growth. They keep to themselves. They don’t bother the outside world and the outside world mostly doesn’t bother them.
Alphalos rules the cosmos. King of the gods. He’s the kind of man who smiles at you and you forget your own name. Charming in a way that feels like a gift until you realize it’s a tool. He says the right thing, touches you in the right moment, makes you believe you’re the only one in the universe, and by the time you clock the lie, you’re already ruined for anyone else. He doesn’t force. He doesn’t have to. Goddesses walk into his bed convinced it was their idea.
Y/N lives on the outer edge of a fairy commune deep in the forest. Fairies are women, always have been, far as anyone knows. They live in the trees, in root hollows, in the soft lit spaces between old growth. They keep to themselves. They don’t bother the outside world and the outside world mostly doesn’t bother them.
You didn’t come home because you wanted to. You came home because you had nowhere else to go you and your baby girl and the kind of quiet shame that settles in your chest like Spanish moss on a cypress tree. Sable, Louisiana. Your mother’s cooking. Your father’s porch. The bayou at night that smells like it remembers every secret you ever whispered into it.