They would not be able to stay there long in this haven he had devised long ago. One of many, ripped into time, forever suspended. It was dangerous to linger too long in a place that never changed; not even the moon came out to play and the season stayed one of dappled sunlight and a pleasing breeze that sifted the grass underneath their feet. Up above, a pair of doves played chase with one another before landing in a tree dripping in green leaves. They had been caught here too when he had created it as well as a few other small woodland creatures that neither aged nor dwindled. This was his piece of heaven as well as hell.<br/><br/><br/>Glancing down at his newly acquired nymph, lust stirred in him once more at the memory of her body being crushed against him. More so, of the rejuvenating power of her essence that had flowed through him. The darker part of his conscience was a selfish thing, always had been, and it demanded his attention even now. The part that had gotten him wound up in Mab’s own brethren reached out to coil its way through his mind to tempt him to use the sweet morsel that went so trustingly into the quaint illusion he had made to keep her at ease, even though his most base demands were to covet. It made him smile, though it appeared on his face in the form of benevolence.<br/><br/><br/>So instead of snatching her up like he was some draconic monster whisking her away into his cavern, his hands sought hers so that his fingers could twine within the paler, more delicate digits of her own hand to lead her inside the threshold. And it was a threshold; she would be able to feel it immediately, the way it hummed across her skin as it gave way on his unspoken command. The illusion became complete once they had stepped inside. Where outside it looked like nothing more than a one room shack, perhaps two, inside it was much more than that. The smell of books permeated the enclosure, old leather and the musk of old paper as well as the lingering scent of melted candle wax. This from the floor to ceiling shelves that lined the wall, while a massive stone hearth overcame the far corner of the room before it branched off into what looked like an airy kitchen. Further to the left, a hallway led to more rooms in the enchanted place, including a massive bedroom, a private bathing area, and a study for the fae himself. As well as another, one above, where a spiraling staircase led to that shimmered with a ward to warn off those who might dare to climb the staircase.<br/><br/><br/>“She was Melusine, one of the Unseelie. Do not let her beauty fool you. She is a warden for the Dark court, come to make sure I remain locked away in my prison. For a time, they will not be able to detect where we are, but my places are now known and they will find us eventually. So we will rest here for a short while so that I may regain my strength.”<br/><br/><br/>Because he was still weak. He may have hidden well with his sure strides. Releasing her hand once they were both safely ensconced in his personal nook in time, Tavyan left her to wander on her own while, naked still, he slipped like a shadow down the hall and to a room at the very end. The mane of dark hair that shrouded the proud features tilted once to watch the pale nymph before he disappeared inside, only to remerge moments later sliding into a robe that matched the colour of his eyes. The silk shimmered deep onyx, offering him some sort of modesty, though he had seemed perfectly at ease wearing nothing but his own skin before.<br/><br/><br/>“Now, I believe I owe you a favour,” he murmured, his mouth hooking up into an almost feral grin as his deep stare locked on the nymph once more. Even though he fairly glided across the wooden floors on bare feet, the resemblance was more like a panther stalking through the jungle and she the fair lamb he wanted to devour. “Tell me, fair nymph, what you desire as payment for my life.”