Page 88 of The Unseelie War
He hadn’t sat on this thing inyeeeearrrrs.
In fact, he’d forgotten where he’d put the damn thing. Funny how that happened. Forgetting where you put your stuff. But there he was, here he was, there he always was, and would be, and will be, and?—
Whoops. He got away from himselves again.
Oh, hello there.
Kicking his feet up over the arm of the chair, he smiled. A large raven landed on the back of it, glaring down at him. The ravens always glared.
He wondered if it was just because they always glared in his presenceor if it was because ravens always glared in general. While he could ask someone else what their experience with glaring ravens would be, he instantly decided he really didn’t give enough of a rat’s ass to bother with it.
Whoops, lost my train of thought again.
Hello there.
The raven cawed loudly, snapping him back into his thoughts.
He hadn’t sat on this throne in a very, very long time. It was cozy, despite how it looked, weathered and worn by time, carved from stone and covered in moss. He smiled and let out a long, contented sigh.
“The children are going to be just fine, I think.”
The raven said nothing.
Which was disappointing.
Weren’t they supposed to saynevermoreor quote some shit?
Whatever.
“What now?”
Silence.
“Oh!” He laughed. “You’re waiting forme?”
If a bird could look annoyed, that one could. And would. And did.
“Well that’s stupid of you, but all right. I suppose it’s only fitting.” He cracked his knuckles. “It’s been a while. But I’ll see what I can do.”
Clearing his throat, he began. And ended. Or began again. He couldn’t be sure. And never would be.
“If we shadows have offended,
Think on this and all is mended
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
