A/N- Faeries of Dreamdark is the wonderful work of Laini Taylor, and therefore is not mine. This will be a collection of short oneshots and drabbles, to be updated as inspiration strikes. These will be mostly self-proofread, so please point out any mistakes you may find.

And Bellatrix watches, and she waits, and nothing ever changes.

It's the waiting that's the hard part, she has to admit. She can handle the dullness of the Moonlit Gardens. She doesn't have a problem talking her voice hoarse telling Fade stories. She misses the old scorch, but separation from him is not the true burden of her imprisonment. It's the sitting, and waiting, and sighing away the years while she desperately wants to be fighting to slow the decline of faeries that she sees so evidently as the millennia slip by.

No, Bellatrix has never been good at waiting. If she had been the patient sort, she would have been another eight hundred years for the world. It's almost funny, seeing how her haste condemned her to twenty-five thousand years of this interminable sitting and watching. But it isn't funny, because every time she thinks of it Kipepeo's memory twists in her gut like the claws of a devil.

Devils. Bellatrix had dedicated her life to disposing of them, but now she almost felt that she understood the devils of this age better than the faeries. She could imagine, now, how they must feel trapped in their bottles for tens of thousands of years. It wasn't like that at first, when her friends and relatives slowly filtered in, but now her ties to the world and her faerie company in the Moonlit Gardens are mostly gone. She's almost like a devil herself, alone in a prison, with only the knowledge that she'll probably never leave to mull over. No wonder, when devils are set free from their bottles, they escape with such violence. She would want to get out as quickly as possible herself.

She wonders if the waiting is the worst part for them, too.

Waiting! Bellatrix is bloated with it. She wants no more part of it. She just wants to shove her plate of patience away and go to her spark, but she can't. She can't do that to the world. To the child of dreams she helped bring about. To Kipepeo.

And then Snoshti brings the girl, young and bright and perfect, to her, and Bellatrix is reminded that some things are worth waiting for.