Special: Sorcha and Devlin (a dream)

"It would not be wise to wake her, sister." Devlin speaks.
"Perhaps. But what will of reality can withstand mine?" Sorcha answers.

Devlin, the shadow court leader, and Sorcha, the high queen of Faerie. Fictional characters from the Wicked Lovely series.

They're talking about me.

Sorcha bends over me, her flame-like hair brushes my cheek. "Awake," she whispers, and, somehow calm, my eyes open, staring into hers.

"By what will does a dying bird entice a star, my lady?" I answer back. My breath blows her hair slightly, like a breeze.

"And lo, your toy speaks." Devlin is apparently angry at Sorcha. I wonder why? "Well? What lie does the queen of logic offer her enticement?"

"Hold your tongue, Devlin. The mortal needed us."

"Needed you? Needed your intrigue, perhaps. Your will, your honor and dignity--your willingness to try that honor and dignity for the sake of it. I need your capriciousness. But then, none of that is new to immortal beings, Queen Faerie." I answer obediently, more than a little confused.

And my bedroom is gone. Suddenly, Sorcha stands tall next do Devlin, and I lie on the shore of a beautiful, sun-lit lake, the waters of a Grecian blue, the forest light and playful. Devlin and Sorcha are dressed of garb from the Elizabethan era, whereas I am somehow in a lace nightgown--black--with a plunging neckline.

"No, my love. You need us." Devlin had helped me from the shore, and as I stood, my dress turned into a material made of water; translucent and flowing. My curly hair touched his hand as he continued. "You see, you're turning into a human, Payton. Sorcha--" he indicated his sister with a swift movement of his head "--desires you to stop that transformation. She says that without magic, you will die, will be remade."

"And so she shall be," says Sorcha evenly, "you have been a being of power with the magic you see and embrace, day by day, the magic God has given you. You walk filled with love among humans, but since you have stopped to feel that love more carefully, have shared it with others, I fear it will wither in light of your envy and ambition."

"Envy and ambition lacking is a rare enough thing in itself, for faerie or mortal, my lady," replied Devlin. "Surely you can see that?"

"Can't I be both, Sorcha?" I whispered.

"I don't know," she replied, perfect eyes staring into my soul. "Can you?"

I woke up in the bath tub, the faucet still on, the water now cold.

I was so exhausted I'd fallen asleep IN MY BATH TUB.

Sorcha, there are too many Devlin's out there who don't get it.... help.