*FLASH* She struts the red carpet, seductive and alone. Looking to anyone and everyone for the love that she so desperately lacks and that no amount of attention can fill. *FLASH* *FLASH* Smiles that hide shame and a history of abuse. *FLASH* Ravenous fans feeding on every tilt of her head (more)and sidelong glance. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* A magnet for money and a pauper of self-worth. *FLASH* Sadness masquerading as a green dress... Tomorrows headline... Today's welcome distraction.(less)
"Right, so where am I headed?" Awdrin pulled crude, hand-drawn map that Reynard had given him from his pocket with one hand, and closing the door to the hill with the other. As soon as the door closed, the grassy mound sunk back into the ground with a soft(more) sigh and rustle of grass.
"Jesus Christ!" Awdrin turner around and saw a young man, gaping at him like a hooked salmon.
"Aw fer fucks sake." Awdrin grumbled, wiping the dust from his clothing. "I thought this sidhe was usable.
"You came out of the ground! Y-you're, you're an elf! Or a dwarf, or something!" He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a slim phone.
"No, and no." Awdrin rolled his eyes. "Young folks these days."
"Well, you're not human, I can tell that. Look at your ears!"
"I can't. You look at your own ears, let me know how easy it is for you."
"Holy shit," the boy whispered, totally ignoring him at this point, a series of little 'chk' noises coming from the phone in his hand. "This is fuckin mental. Wait til I show Katie!"
"I'm sure she'll be very impressed." Awdrin turned away nonchalantly, and with a clench of his fist, he was draped in a cloak of glamour, rendering him invisible to the boy.
"Where did you go?" There was no answer. "Wow," the boy said, looking at his phone. Every picture was a blur.(less)
On a raining evening a man on a red carpet was surrounded by a crowd. He was very still and he didn't move for them. They took pictures and some shouted at him. He looked up for a moment to see a flash from one of the cameras. He looked by down, he(more) didn't want to be in their photographs. He wanted their support, their help. Anything they could give but their grief and their insults. He was cold and he would stay cold this night, while they fell home to their warm beds. He used to have a bed. Now the dirty red carpet was all he had to rest on. It gave him some comfort. (less)