((Warning: We will, in all likelihood, be traveling to the realms of the Fae in this. Be prepared :3 ))
There was nothing for it, absolutely nothing. November dug his claws into the pillow by his side, his teeth clenched together in a silent snarl. He couldn\'t ignore it; this night sang in his veins. He could feel the Fair Realm just there, just out of reach. It was as though he could stand up and find himself there. He probably could, if he tried. It was Midsummer Night. What else was to be expected?
And tonight, of all nights, he had to have been confined to his room. November sat up and watched the sun set slowly, the urge to run free and revel so strong in him that he thought he might burst with it. Midsummer Night... tonight the night that the Unseelie Court would begin it\'s upswing, and the night of peace between the Fae. Peace between the Fae, and trouble for any humans about. Even the Seelie Court faeries caused excess mischief for the humans tonight. November\'s mouth curled up in a smile before dropping back into his grimace. He should be out there, causing that trouble!
The cait sith got out of his bed and prowled, moving swiftly back and forth. His roommate was out, December was away on business... December. November\'s tail lashed angrily. Why had they taken him away on this day, of all of them!? This was one of the four most important days in the year, and December had to be away... "Stupid..." November hissed, turning back to the window. He wasn\'t to leave...
Full night fell just then, bringing with it the wild ecstasy of Midsummer\'s Night. From now until dawn, the Fae ruled the world. The familiar tingle of magic and anticipation ran through November\'s body, and his grimace turned into a maniac smile. Midsummer... the white-haired boy thought, placing both his hands on the windowsill and looking outwards. His tail was several times it\'s normal size, having poofed up in it\'s owner\'s excitement. Midsummer Night! November thought, laughing softly, his eyes so wide and so alive that he looked like a true madman. Nothing could keep him in tonight. Tonight was his birthright, and he would take it or his captors would feel the wrath of the faerie courts.
November turned and padded to the door, putting one sensitive ear to it. He could hear the First Level that they had assigned to his imprisonment outside, breathing quietly. November\'s tail flicked once; no matter. The window it was. He padded over to that, then opened it as quietly as he could. Had he used magic to conceal the noise, the Firstie outside surely would have known. As it was, they paused and stopped their breathing to listen. November was careful not to hold his own; it would have been a dead giveaway.
It was a couple moments before the Firstie outside resumed their steady in-out-in-out, and in those moments November made it to his desk and drew out a piece of paper. He pulled out a quill as well, then wrote his little note and lay it on his bed, grinning quietly. That done, he turned to the window and laughed softly. Nothing... Nothing would hold him tonight. It was exactly as his finely penned, ornate note said - "This is my birthright."
He lept, and disappeared in the air. November was sure that the Firstie would realise he was gone soon enough, and sure that he would be in further trouble for escaping, but none of that mattered tonight, not when he was one of the Kings of the Universe. November reappeared on the grass below, landing softly and immediately ruining the silence by laughing. He was so giddy! Standing, November looked around. It didn\'t seem as though there was anyone there, so he began to make his way towards the forest. He was moving as stealthily as he could, but given the time of year, it left something to be desired. November was sure he would be able to rip through to the Fair Realm here, but it felt so much more natural to step in through the forest - so that was exactly what he planned to do. Now if he could only get there without being noticed and followed...