A world in colour

In a world where everything is black and white, color is known to take hold when one meets their soulmate. Still this does not make the hunt for the 'one' any easier, the key is they eyes they are known to be the first hint of the truth.
Atrel x Connor
Teenager Connor is stuck on the camp his parents sent him to to 'fix' what's wrong with him. Atrel winds up in a mushroom ring very close to the camp and the young human comes across him seeking to escape the camp even for a little while.
Kat x Kit
With her brother in line for the throne, Kat feels more comfortable wandering around the human world on her own. On one of her trips she finds Kit sketching more treehouses
Nero x Vi
Deciding that he's in need of an assistant, the royal healer Nero takes a trip to the warehouse to see what's on offer and finds Vi.

Stirring at the touch, he looked up at the faerie and sat up slowly, quite unwilling to admit that he had been waiting up for him. He wasn’t that keen on sleep, he was still suffering through dreams at night “Oh im not too tired” he lied, as soon as he said it he was aware that Atrel wouldn’t buy it at all, but it was too late the words had already been spoken. Closing his book and putting it on the coffee table, the pet glanced down at his hands biting his lip, he shouldn’t have lied.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he wasn’t told off, glancing up to watch the faerie move around the room he decided to admit the truth even if it wasn’t something he particularly wanted to admit to himself or anyone else. “Yes” he murmured quietly absently fidgeting with the hem of his shirt,  “They’re awful” he finally admitted  “They have all of it, Rita, the camps I went to as a kid, all of it, its terrifying” speaking quietly he didn’t move away when Atrel curled up on the couch next to him, if anything all he really wanted was to lean against him and seek the reassurance that the faerie, the person he trusted more than anyone else, could provide. Fidgeting with his shirt he resisted that urge for all of two seconds, before he moved a little closer to lean against him like he wanted.

Relieved when he wasn’t pushed away, Connor cuddled closer and closed his eyes with a quiet sigh when he felt the arm wrap around him, here he was safe, she couldn’t touch him or do anything to him. Nero was another faerie that had seemed quite familiar when he’d first met him, as if they’d met in a dream or something, there was an unsettling factor to the faerie but he seemed to be trustworthy as well somehow. He didn’t know how he knew any of that, he just felt it in his bones, listening as Atrel explained why he’d been speaking with Nero, Connor considered his options “Are there any side effects?” he knew that plenty of human medicines did and thus wanted to check that this wouldn’t make him feel groggy the next morning or anything else that could go wrong.

Well increased hunger was better than some of the other side effects he’d been thinking of, nodding slightly he closed his eyes and nestled into the faerie “Okay” he didn’t really want to sleep anymore, it was much nicer being able to just be in the moment like this. The faeries presence and touch helped usher away the intrusive thoughts and worries that plagued him. Relaxing, he yawned widely but made no move to get the medicine or move away, for now he just wanted to stay like this, where things made sense and the bad things didn’t seem as bad.

Curled up there with the faerie, Connor was comfortable and felt safe there, the presence kept away the memories of the horrors he had been through, so his mind began to drift and wander down different paths, it wound its way through memories until he wound up lost in one. He'd been in trouble again for something that hadn't been his fault and he'd been locked in the dark, dank basement while his parents had left to go out. His sister had sat outside the door and talked to him so he wasn't alone, they'd talk about what they'd do when they'd grown up, she'd always known what she wanted to do. She wanted to be an actor on stage and he'd always believed that she would thrive on that. He'd just wanted to grow up strong enough to escape their parents and find his own way, and now he had. He was safe from them, he could see colour on someone and although he acknowledged how weak and pathetic he was, Connor could also for the first time see how brave he'd been. Throughout everything he'd been through, he had continued on, despite the pain and suffering, and now he had to be brave enough to face Rita. Gently pulling away from the faerie he got up and wandered over to the windows, leaning against the window sill. Teresa had always been outspoken when she saw things she believed that weren't right, although she'd often been cunning about how she'd done it. Remembering how stubborn she had been when she'd stood up to their father in his defense, a fond smile subtly crept onto his face. She would want him to be brave again, to fight his cowardly nature and stand up to Rita, she was a bully, she was the coward and pathetic one. Gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw, the pet made a quiet promise to Teresa. She'd always claimed thta talking about things helped nightmares, he didn't exactly think that'd work, but if he talked about what Rita had done to him, he'd have the chance to have her punished and things changed for the better not just for himself, it was the right choice to make even though it'd be hard to verbalize everything. Perhaps it could be a step in the direction to becoming whoever he was meant to be, more than the timid creature he was in this moment. "If I talk about what Rita did, she will be punished and prevented from doing it again?" he didn't turn back to look at Atrel, they'd vaguely already gone over this but he wanted a more concrete answer. Was him talking going to make a difference and change things? he wanted to believe that it would, but he was still getting used to the faerie world and how things worked here.

So she'd get away with just a slap on the wrist, but, perhaps the king could use it to change the laws. Then when she did it again as she most certainly would they would be able to really do something about it. He didn't question why the laws were so slack in the first place, from what he'd seen the society was still very medieval lords instead of how things were in the world he came from. Even then in some countries, pets had little rights, sometimes women had little in that regard as well. Thinking of Ellie a slight smile wound up a corner of his mouth, she'd vanished one day, but he'd always known that under the exterior that people saw of a spoilt little girl who always sought her parent's approval, there was a fire. If she had wound up in this world she'd become a firebrand and burn brightly. "Then I'll talk, I'll tell it all, and even if she gets a slap on the wrist with a wet bus ticket, you'll have ample excuse to change the laws" That was how politics worked after all, leaders using an event that was traumatic or dramatic to get laws changed, to start a war, get rid of rivals was something that had been used since the dawn of human history. Turning he leaned back against the window sill meeting the faeries silver eyes squarely without flinching.

He nodded, sometimes even those who dug their heels into the earth couldn't stop change and from the look on the faerie's face it was clear that Atrel had every intention of dragging the laws into the modern sphere along with the old conservatives kicking and screaming. The idea of some of the arrogant egotistically faeries of the nobility being dragged through the dirt doing said kicking and screaming caused a slight smirk to appear on his lips. If he had money he would have paid good money to see that happen, turning to look out the window he crossed his arms. Despite it all, going through the memories wouldn't be a fun evening and he wanted to recite it as little as possible, so he made up his mind "I'll write it all down for you to take to her, then if i have to testify in court, I'll speak on it then, if thats okay" the pay off would be no one else would go through what he had gone through