It was raining in Faerieland ... big drops would pop when they bumped onto the ground or impaled against a spiky branch, to then expire a fine mist all around. No actual water came from it; just some refreshing energetic mist that exhaled a living ether.
Brogan went to the door expecting another tray-o'-muffins but instead he found a small parcel with a card attached. There is always great excitement around a parcel - any parcel - no matter how unimpressive its wrapping.
Puck was still finishing his supper and motioned Nervina to attend to it.
Inside the cardboard carton sat a smaller box that was lined with red tissue paper. And inside that box lay a bloodless human heart - still soft, and therefore not recently separated from its once living host. It looked grey and exhausted.
"Marsden" said Nervina, tossing the boxes and contents into the rubbish chute abruptly.
They all knew this to be right for the Fey could see his trace-markers, his living signature, still within it.
"But who actually sent it?" asked Marley repulsed by the sight and thought of it being there, actually with them.
"Marsden" said Nervina.
Goober explained: "Must have been pretty close by, jumping from one body to another like that. Did you read the card?"
Nervina winced. “I forgot to look for a card – hurled it into the garbage just then.” He looked uncomfortable, adding – “the compactor would have turned it to mulch by now.”
"What do you think it might have said?" It was anybody's guess.
"I give you my heart?" said Puck ruefully, "I'm having cheesecake, anyone else?"
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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