001 ♖ [video] | both courts

[writeswrongs]

[Castle appears on the locket network looking concerned. It's been 24 hours since he followed faeries to the place, 24 hours since his car went off the road into an embankment and he had… died? Maybe. It's his assumption, based on the faeries, which makes this some kind of afterlife. It isn't what he was expecting, but he's pretty pleased with it. Who knew heaven was one epic renaissance festival?

One problem remains though, and that's the location of Kate. Of course, if this is the afterlife, she's not here. As far as he knows, she's alive and well, possibly mourning his death on what was supposed to be their wedding day. He feels guilty, but hopes that he made the right choice in coming here.

He's spent the day searching the castle and asking whoever he comes across whether they've seen a woman matching Kate's description. No luck so far. Castle is finally taking the advice of some and asking over the locket network.]

Hi there. My name's Richard Castle and I'm new to your land. It's awesome, by the way. I've got no complaints, really, except… I'm looking for someone and wondering if she managed to find her way here too. Her name is Kate Beckett. She's in her thirties, tall, thin, long brown hair, really beautiful. [He smiles in a way that makes it obvious he's describing his lover.] But also really stern. Like… probably waving around a badge and barking that she's NYPD and what the hell is going on. [That's Kate in a nutshell.] Anyway, if anyone knows of her or her whereabouts, please let me know. If she's here, I'd like to find her.

[Despite the odds, there's still a little glimmer of hope in him. He and Kate have a very odd connection and a tendency to find each other, even when it seems unlikely. She could be here, though Castle doubts that Kate would actually acknowledge faeries existing, let alone follow them to another world. But, he could still hope.]

Thanks.

Comments

[silmarils]

.. You are not the first to say something of the like. A spirit recently asked if I was the size of a rabbit. [ a brief pause, then with a hint of dry amusement: ] Which I am not, if you are wondering the same. I am typically head-and-shoulders above all but the tallest of Men.

[writeswrongs]

No, I can tell you're not rabbit-sized. I can't even think of any folklore where I come from that would have elves the size of rabbits. Imps, maybe, but those aren't elves.

i'm sorry for everything in this thread so far

[silmarils]

Indeed not, if you mean the creatures that dragged me to this place. .. Are the First-Born of your world's fictions enslaved?

[ how else does one explain malnourished elves living in an icy hell, building playthings for an overweight mortal? ]

looool no, why

[writeswrongs]

Some. It depends on the story.

[There are some who are small and dress in pillowcases and serve humans until they are presented with clothing and then are set free. Maybe Castle shouldn't share that particular story.]

s-so ridiculous

[silmarils]

How did they come to serve the portly mortal?

[ nnnnoooo probably not. good call on that one, castle. ]

[writeswrongs]

[Castle opens his mouth, then pauses, thinking.]

You know... I'm not sure. Wow, how do I not know the origin story of Santa Claus and the elves?

[silmarils]

If he is truly fell, then perhaps his origin and his means of enslavement are not meant to be known.

[writeswrongs]

No, he's actually good. He brings presents to kids on Christmas. Well, actually the parents bring kids the presents, it's just a little story to go along with it.

[He hadn't had to put up with that charade for very long, as Alexis saw through it herself when she was 6. Benefits and drawbacks of having a brilliant daughter.]

[silmarils]

[ a long, slightly puzzled pause. ]

.. Your world is strange indeed.

[writeswrongs]

Honestly, it is. I can't argue with that.