forum A Young God and Their Fae (o/o)

Started September 30, 2021 by @tungsten fastfood

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Wyn could fall back asleep right there. Seon's arms felt warm and safe, and the steady beat of their heart became a lulling background noise. He was ashamed of his first reaction when Seon broke the silence, which was to pout. Wyn was very willing to stay cuddled with Seon for the rest of the night. His eyes fluttered closed in contentment at that kiss to his forehead, and he released a slightly disappointed hum in response.
"Not many. It's pretty much just Míría and Phorae, and you've already met one." When he felt fingers combing through his hair, he shifted enough to allow Seon more access to do whatever they were doing with it. His tongue managed to withhold the comment that Seon looked gorgeous, if a bit rumpled, and was nowhere near 'ghoulish.' Wyn could stare at them all night if he could.

"Phorae sounds familiar," Seon supplied idly, tilting their head a little as their hands worked. "I am going to fix your hair. It is so soft and fuzzy, I like the feeling of it." They stood, taking Wyn's hands and pulling him up to his feet, pulling him along like a puppet to his room again. Seon took their time going through the flower hallway, mulling over a few particularly pretty flowers, as though looking over them for some sort of craft. Though, they kept moving, pulling Wyn in front of his mirror and sitting him down gently, grinning ear to ear as they gazed at Wyn's reflection in the mirror.
"Do you have a preference to what brush I use? Mother showed me a fantastic method on how to detangle hair and I'd love to show you…" As Seon blabbled on and took supplies to fix Wyn's hair, the wig of fluffy curls got fought down to a puffy bush of smooth frizz. However, Seon was not done. They took to styling next, smoothing out some strands of hair, braiding smaller pieces to hang off of the length, and re-curling most of it so it hang and fell much more comfortably around Wyn's face. No longer puffy and annoying, but simply long around his face with bouncing curls that kissed his face.

Wyn was about to be a fool and protest against Seon doing his hair, mostly because he remembered its horrible state and felt the hot rod of embarrassment prod at his ribs. But then he was moving against his will, and Seon was pulling him through his home. Wyn let him drag him about, an amused and bewildered smile hovering over his lips. His God's excitement at practically everything felt like a breath of fresh air, filling Wyn's lungs and flushing out the stagnant monotony of his life before Seonastra.

He confirmed that, no, he didn't have a preference, and fell silent to let them do what they wanted with his hair. All the while, he watched them in the mirror, enthralled and momentarily shameless. His eyes never strayed from Seon's face while they worked, at least until they gently laid fresh curls around his face and paused—only then did they drag themselves down to his own reflection and take in the other's work. Wyn blinked, stunned; his fingers hesitantly rose to ghost over one of the strands. "I–?" He had never been able to tame his hair more than the routine straightening. But Seon managed to make it look beautiful, with numerous braids delicately wound together and falling with the rest of the free-flowing hair. Even the curls looked better than usual. "Magic," he announced. "It has to be." Wyn grinned up at Seon's reflection, eyes sparkling. Clearly, he was joking, but his delight proved bright and very real.

Seon giggled as they kept fluffing and styling, mostly for an excuse to not stop touching, basically petting Wyn's head at this point. "I know, Mother's ways are certainly the most magical. She does it better than me somehow, yet I am glad you like it." They met Wyn's sparkling eyes in the mirror, obviously very proud of their work nevertheless, beaming ear to ear. "We should go out and show you off. There is nothing more handsome than a happy, newly styled Fae, after all." Seon set a hand on their shoulders and pulled him up so they were face to face, eyes flicking up and around him for one more observation on the hair. "Perfect. Not that you weren't already, of course." A couple moments passed between them being this close, before Seon wasn't able to handle it anymore, and tucked Wyn into their arms, in a big hug, burying their face in the soft textures and warmth. "I cannot thank you enough for offering to help me. There is truly not much more I can do for you to show how thankful I am." They pulled away, hands still firmly on his shoulders, a smile still gentle on their face. "I can't wait for you to truly see yourself as my lover." His stupid confidence, infectious in his tone of voice, was almost enough for one to ignore the blatant lie he told. In fact, Seon seemed more sure than usual that he was Wyn's lover somehow.

"I should have you dress me, at this point," Wyn mused before he could think through the words that leapt from his tongue. He froze for a millisecond, then pretended he didn't say anything and instead tucked himself against Seon, melting into the hug. Minute by minute, Wyn trusted himself to be more comfortable with affection. Of course, he had Míría and her overly exuberant friendship. He could hardly go a day without getting barreled into from an impromptu hug "just because." More than a few times, she crawled into bed with him when she had a particularly bad nightmare and needed company. But her affection had been nothing more than a friend, at least to Wyn. It didn't make him tongue-tied and breathless. He didn't risk dying on the spot when she simply looked at him a certain way, or smiled at him just so, or said a simple kind word. He didn't feel the need to hide away from the world using her presence.

And Wyn definitely didn't feel his soul leaping from his chest at being referred to as her lover. Not like it did with Seon. He choked on air and coughed, a hand quickly coming up to cover his nose and mouth and a blush pooling over his cheeks and ears like spilled ink. "We'll discuss that later." In a far away future. One where Wyn could look up to Seon and not feel his heart squeezing itself to death. One where their power imbalance wasn't so grand. One where Seon was attainable and not just a pipe dream.

Seon giggled at the immediate response, pulling on Wyn gently and pulling him into the flower room, to observe a few of the glowing flowers.
"May I take a few of these flowers? They are so beautiful and… I have a few ideas as to what I'd like to do. I don't know if you're picky about them being picked, and I'd feel bad if I didn't ask." Their lips curled up as they pawed at a red blossom, tucking itself around their fingers like an affectionate snake. Despite this amazing display, most unlike any flower ever would, their eyes were stuck on Wyn's shy face, with that blooming red blush quickly darkening over facial features other than his cheeks. And of course, no one could forget that Seon was still holding Wyn's hand, their fingers linked and curled together as if Seon was trying to prevent someone from taking him away. And indeed, behind those eyes was a certain affection one doesn't experience that often, just true and unadulterated joy to be standing there in front of him.

Wyn let himself be pulled around, now resigned to his fate and completely fine with it. When they came to a stop, he reached up and gently ran a knuckle over the petals of a florescent purple flower, though he stayed close to Seon's side. "I don't mind, so long as they don't go to waste, and there are enough to replace the ones you take. They don't like being picked for no reason." Wyn caught Seon's stare and shyly ducked away, face pressed against their shoulder to hide his prominent blush. But even as he hid away, he was overly aware of the hand linked with his, and started running a thumb over the God's skin in a miniature show of affection to return that look in Seon's eyes. How long had he been watching me, to be this comfortable and loving towards me? How much does he know about me? Oh, how he wished he could match their level of knowledge, if only so he could match the borderline flirting with more confidence and surety in how they felt about him.

"I will definitely use them," Seon assured as Wyn got sucked up into his own thoughts, turning to pick a few flowers with gentle but assured fingers. They tucked it into the pockets of their long pants, making sure they were all safely nestled in the soft fabrics. A few stalks, picked much longer than one would expect, stuck out and added a strange effect to their whole ensemble of comfort and Godly aura.
"Would you like to go now? I am simply itching to go and explore among your people. Seeing those I have only observed from afar and heard of, is just so exciting." He tugged again, as if a gentle suggestion to keep walking, but allowing the shy Fae to lead him instead. After all, this was his area, and Seon kind of… Allowed himself into it.

Wyn stole a few glances at the flowers Seon picked, confusion and curiosity taking over most of his flustered state. He wondered what they wanted to do with them, but it didn't feel right to pry. So he nodded and walked ahead of Seon, leading them through the house by the hand still intertwined with his. "Yeah, just let me leave Mír a note and grab a jacket." He tugged Seon back downstairs and into the kitchen, then crossed through the archway and into the main living space. He didn't want to let go of that hand just yet, so he didn't, even as he plucked up a pen and found a small notepad to write a note to his friend, letting her know that he'd be out. Next came the long silk shall, a soft baby blue color. It, sadly, required two hands to put on. As soon as he draped it over his shoulders and carefully fixed his hair, his hand latched back onto Seon's, and he tipped his head towards the door. "Ready? I was thinking we start with the churches."

Seon only took five flowers, most of them white and cyan, especially with hints of purple and dark blue. They varied in sizes, but they each had long stems that were thicker and easy to maneuver, even after being removed from their main bushels. Seon offered no explanation as he followed Wyn down the steps, now especially enjoying the contact between their hands and bodies, moving together and comfortable in silence. Seon did seem pretty happy about the quiet, lips curled up in contentment after getting what he wanted– a good morning with Wyn and a few flowers procured. Now, he was perhaps in the mood to meet new people and try new things, and overall relax and enjoy his time with Wyn, the poor unfortunate Fae who was subjected to his fate with the young God.
They didn't complain when their hands parted, but their eyes did not part from their view. "That sounds most interesting. I'd love to meet your fellow clerics. Perhaps I could see mother there. She used to love your temples."

"Perhaps," Wyn agreed, leading Seon out of the door and locking it behind him. "Maybe your presence will bring her there." He tried being hopeful, he really did. The years of disappointment and frustration had made him slightly bitter when it came to optimism, especially regarding the silence and disappearance of the Gods. But with Seon's arrival sparked a miniscule flame of hope within his soul, and Wyn desperately held onto it and did his best to keep it from going out.

With one last examination of the house, making sure the plants and trees were still happy and healthy—and that his roommate stayed asleep for their departure—Wyn hummed to himself and made his way to the nearby churches, pulling Seon along with him. The path he followed was well-worn from years of use. Stepping stones buried beneath the dirt surfaced every now and again, covered in moss and loose pebbles. Wyn was sure-footed as he walked over them, deftly avoiding those sticking up at odd angles and knowing when to kick the rolling stones out of the way to avoid a twisted ankle. The further they walked, the more the churches loomed over them, and the more Wyn made sure their hands stayed intertwined. He didn't want Seon stolen away form him.

Seon perked up a little at the idea, nodding a little as he thought about seeing his mother. Unbeknownst to Wyn, Seon had quite the heritage put into his genes. He was the love child of a couple of the largest, most powerful God and Goddess in the pantheon. As they walked closer to the church, Seon spoke words of praise to them, as though they both could hear their son.
"They have left me when I ventured out this way, though. They trusted me to find my way back home when it was my time," Seon finished, the last detail that was minor enough to imply who his parents were. "They're waiting for me, I think. Mother hopes for our triumphant return. She said so before I left." Their tone was rather matter-the-fact, like he was confident, he knew, that his mother would appear once again. Maybe not here, but somewhere.
As they walked over the stones, among more and more clerics and warlocks of sorts, this strange conversation got many weird looks. It turned out, perhaps these Fae could hear and see Seon, and he was attracting a lot of curious Fae who did not recognize him and wanted to listen in to his mindless blabbering. A few young ones hobbled over stones to get a better look at his antlers and light blue skin, a few elder Fae quietly pointed out his strange eyes, and just the aura of his being. Without knowing him or hearing his thoughts, these people knew Seon was out of this plane with mysticality.

As interesting as it was to hear about Seon's parents—a subject that Wyn thought about the moment his mother was brought up—the stares and attention they were attracting put him on edge. He resisted the urge to slap a hand over Seon's mouth and beg them to shut up, at least long enough to get away from the rest of the people. But that wouldn't do them any good anyway, because Seon attracted attention even with his mouth closed. Wyn's eyes darted all around at the people eyeing them, and took an obvious step closer to the God. Possessive. He was possessive, and he had no desire to hide that.

Wyn used his free hand to gesture towards Seon in a sort of 'shush' movement. "I'd recommend keeping this topic rather quiet while we're here," he murmured, keeping his tone gentle but low enough to keep eavesdroppers from listening in. "It might be full of clerics, but the appearance of a God… and you specifically?" I want you to myself. "Let's just keep your nature a secret for now, until it's time. Please? It might cause a fuss, and I don't want to risk it being… not ideal." As he talked, he stared down anyone that dared get too close or too curious. Maybe it made him seem crazy, or mean, but it wasn't their business. Not yet. Not until everything was over, and the Gods were back. Not until Seon went back home, where Wyn couldn't hold his hand and demand their undivided attention.

As they walked closer to the open, welcoming doors of the congregated churches, the large building looming over them. Most of the sects were connected to this larger building, celebrating the miracle of a pantheon. Yet this building was also one of the busiest. A lot of priests who slept in the churches were just emerging into the same area Seon and Wyn were walking through, several groups of Fae were passing through, mostly as a tour service of sorts, or to admire the church sights. Very few stopped to pray inside or admire statues of Gods just barely out of view of Seon and Wyn, hidden inside of the large doors.
"Oh, yes I suppose that would be smart," Seon let himself be interrupted, looking around to and fro to observe the Fae not daring to move closer because of Wyn, but still whispering amongst themselves or even giving a nervous wave or smile when the God looked up at them. "Perhaps we should go into the chapel? We are congregating a lot of attention."

"Yeah, good idea." Wyn nodded and tugged Seon along with him towards the large doors leading to the chapel. "Maybe you'll see your mom there?" He hoped he'd be able to see the family resemblance before needing to have her pointed out. A couple little kids ran up, unabashed and ignoring their parents' hushed scolding. Wyn wanted to get Seon out of there as quickly as possible, but he couldn't just ignore the curious littles. He smiled and entertained them with some minor magic tricks, which they fawned over, and sent them off with the promise of the Gods' blessings and expensive gifts. As they ran off, he watched them until they went back to their parents, then turned his attention back to Seon and getting them out of there.

"It should be emptier in here than the main rooms," he said, casting a glance over at Seon before shouldering open the doors and waving the God through. A part of him said now was the time to release their hand, and his eyes lingered on their clasped hands while he silently debated.

Seon paused behind the Fae, but he was unable to hide his excitement when finally up close to the chapel for himself. When the young ones meandered off and Seon was led forward into the holy building, the doors shuttering closed and voices faded behind the thick wood, leaving nothing but awed silence.
Standing statues of all kinds, of marble, of metal, of wood, of stone, stood out all looking on proudly in the distance. There were close to twenty that could be witnessed and had been created in the image of Gods the Fae knew of and worshipped. Some Gods had gifts at the foot of their form, including candles and offerings of food and leisure.
Seon immediately took interest to one– a beautiful Goddess molded entirely out of what looked like a reddish marble, stained with juice and magic. Long robes brushed around her feet and cupped her attractive, smiling and welcoming face. She had long hair, almost as long as her robes, and a pair of long, gangly antlers that stuck out and curled in several directions.
"This is my mother," Seon introduced softly, standing at the base of the statue, looking up at her welcoming face and opened arms. He hadn't let go of Wyn's hand, and did not seem close to wanting to. "Her name is Oxelene. She is the most beautiful of Goddesses, as much as a few like to disagree. She is the most kind and loyal woman one will ever have the pleasure of meeting."

Wyn didn't need to make his decision, because Seon was now leading the way by pulling him along. He didn't complain, nor did he comment, and instead pressed into his companion's side, hooked his chin over Seon's shoulder, and gazed up at the statue of the Goddess of Fertility. Instantly, he could see the resemblance—most noticeably in the antlers—and sent up a silent thanks to his mother for passing on her beauty to her child. He unconsciously grasped the pendant at his throat and whispered a few positive words to the Goddess, hoping she could hear him. Wyn wanted to say more, wanted to tell her that she had to be an amazing mother to have a child like Seon, no matter how clueless they sometimes seemed. He wanted to ask her what happened to the Gods, and why he, specifically, was chosen. He wanted to gossip with her and learn every little thing about Seon, hear every embarrassing and heartwarming story from childhood, share a drink and unload his worries on a listening ear that wasn't quite the same as speaking to a statue.

"She's beautiful," he agreed, eyes seeing her in a new light. Not with the eyes of a cleric, but with the eyes of someone who knew part of her family. Somehow, his view of the Gods became skewed. Wyn saw them more as people than these perfect beings. He blamed that on Seon, but not harshly. His gaze darted over to the God at his side and smiled shyly, teeth bearing down on his bottom lip. "Like you."

Seon stood, simply just admiring her. He didn't do anything special when it came to a prayer or speech, just watched and enjoyed the stone form of his mother. As he stood before her image, more obvious features showed. Despite the stone making her hair stiff, it seemed to flow and flutter beyond any known mysticism, that same strangeness Seon's hair had too. Seon had the same happiness kept in his eyes as well, as the stone had an uncanny way of capturing that energy in the Goddess as well.
"Thank you, Wyn," Seon murmured after a few moments, laughing softly and rubbing his cheek. "Would you like to see my father? He is also very commonly practiced around here. He shared many stories of the Fae he knew and enjoyed time with. He was such a humble man…" Seon continued to talk about him, pulling his shoulder from under Wyn's chin to lead him to a second statue.
He brought Wyn to a statue made of gold and crystalline red. His hair was also long and flowing, but his expression was set and determined as his chin was pointed down, looking upon the smaller people below him. His boddice was made of this hard red crystal, but jewelry of gold hung off of long ears, off of his wrists, and from around his neck.
Easily identifiable of the God of Bravery and Conquest. The Fae's hunger for the self and collection of goals.
"Loaldir. This is my father." Seon grinned up at his dad, who looked like a sheer copy of his son in the face and build. "I don't think it's smart to let him intimidate you. He is really quite nice."

Wyn couldn't help his small pout at the lack of reaction to his compliment, and it deepened even more when Seon extracted himself from Wyn. He had expected a little more than just a soft thanks, but he didn't say anything and only followed them to the statue of his father. Really, Wyn wasn't surprised that Seon was birthed from two Gods, but the pair was odd. Bravery and Conquest with Fertility? He couldn't have predicted that, but here they were, with Seon as living proof.

Coming up behind them, Wyn went back to resting his chin on their shoulder and hugged his arm to his chest this time. Loaldir… He had a hard time imagining the stern face staring down at him morphing into a kind and comforting smile. Or really anything Seon described. Wyn repeated the process as he did with Oxelene, though made sure to keep on the God's good side—just in case. When he was done, his gaze flickered back and forth between Seon and the statue. "If that's an accurate representation… your parents will have a hard time denying your heritage." When he said it, the realization made him slightly nervous. If he could see it, then other clerics would likely see it as well, which put them in a dangerous position. But he tried keeping that worry to himself, setting it aside until it was real instead of just a paranoid thought.

Seon looked down as Wyn spoke quietly, but smiled and laughed a little. Though because he was looking down on him now, he was able to witness the slow panic passing over Wyn's face.
"You bare witness only to his likeness," Seon murmured, looking up at the other Gods surrounding them, looking stoic in their expressions. "I forget sometimes that some of the Fae here have never met Gods up close before. I suppose that means this journey will be more than good or successful for your growth." Seon always did his best to understand emotions, that much was easy to pick up from the short time Wyn spent with him, but it was equally as obvious that he was bad at it. "Though that is true. My parents are proud of me. Despite their unlikely pairing, they are strongly in love. I felt it between them from a young age, the valiance of my father's need to protect her, and her to offer something gentler to his image. It is not something they expect Fae to understand just yet. It is a beautiful, entertwined relationship that holds the balance of the world."

Not wanting Seon to see his worry, Wyn pressed his face into their shoulder. It muffled his words, but they were still audible enough to not be a concern. "Only the eldest Fae remember seeing the Gods in person." He nudged his nose against Seon with a small smirk. "You're the first and only I've seen." As the other spoke of his parents, Wyn mused over the relationship. It sounded similar to that of a firetale "opposites attract" relationship. In some cases, it worked out just fine. Others… "They sound lovely. Sometimes, we tell stories of two people fall in love. To the world, they shouldn't work. They're too different, they say. That doesn't stop the two of them from being together." Wyn tipped his head to the side, gazing up at the statue. "I think it can help them see the worst in each other, and still find a way to love one another. It's inspiring."

"I suppose that's true," Seon hummed, rubbing his chin. "I do remember visiting here when I was quite young. Though it is more than possible that I am older than I think." He shrugged, looked back up at the statue of his father, then nudged Wyn's head off of his shoulder gently. Despite his attempts to hide it, Seon did pick up some sort of taste of worry.
"Would you like to go somewhere else? I am very familiar with most of these Gods and Goddesses, as I am sure you are as well, but it can be pretty overwhelming after first waking up. And realizing that I am indeed standing right here." Seon giggled softly, but it was a strange, decersive laugh as if he himself didn't believe his own words. "I am curious to see the other Fae, those who are less likely to look at me as though I just grew two heads."

Though it is more than possible that I am older than I think. Wyn's thoughts latched onto this, spinning wild theories and possibilities for the gap in their memory. He was jostled out of them, however. Quite literally. He did his best to keep the disappointment off his face as he was removed once more from his perch. That didn't stop the burn from stinging his tongue, and it was a feat in of itself to not sound pissy when he spoke.
"It'd be best." Wyn glanced around the room and feared that clerics would start streaming in at that moment. He didn't voice his reasons for wanting to leave. It seemed offensive somehow. "Let's go into town. It'd be more crowded, which, in this case, is better. You'd blend in more with the mass of people." This time, he only tugged at Seon's clothing, instead of his hand, and jerked his head towards the exit.

Seon was too sucked into his own thoughts to notice the growly stiffness, just tugging every once in a while. They walked unconsciously, padding along to the markets and middle of town. They didn't say much, in fact the opposite. He said nothing. Just walked and stared to the ground, glancing up occasionally to avoid running into star-struck Fae who only saw a sheet of hair and a pair of antlers.
But eventually, the pair came upon a part of the forest where homes were built into the trees, and the smell of meat and herbs floated through. The tickling acridity of smoked hallucinigenics and laughter came together as Fae of all types came to enjoy themselves for the first meal of the day.
Interested in the smells new to them, Seon looked up. It was still quite early in the night, so some Fae were still sitting on the ground and eating, and there was quite large amounts of space around the God, rewarding him some strange looks that he did not mind.

Wyn stewed in silence. He was probably being irrational, but the sting of rejection hurt. Just when he was making an effort for Seon, he was shrugged off, and his words practically ignored. Even the whispering words in his head telling him he was being stupid weren't loud enough to revert him back to logic.

Every once in a while, he glanced over at Seon to keep an eye on him. Their silence bothered him, for numerous reasons, but he wasn't about to initiate conversation. Not when he knew his words would be biting, and he didn't want to hurt the God. Not much could abruptly pull him out of his mood. That he knew. Not much, except…

Wyn latched onto Seon's sleeve and yanked him over to a young Fae basking on a blanket on the ground, smoke swirling around his figure and pupils blown. He spotted Wyn's arrival and grinned, all teeth and lopsided. "Aren! My buddy! Run out already? Need a resupply? I got the good stuff." The Fae nodded sagely, as if they were discussing the world's ethics. "The goooood stuff."

"Kaizyn, hey." They exchanged a brief greeting, fists knocking together, and Wyn cut to the chase. "Left my stuff at home, and lookin' for a fix. I got money."

Kaizyn shook his head and rummaged around his bag. "Nah. You good people, so I treat you good." He unearthed a fresh reed filled to the brim with herbs and handed it to Wyn. "On me. You look like ya need it."

No kidding. He accepted the reed and gave Kaizyn his thanks, who just waved him off, muttering "Get some while you're at it," and making bedroom eyes at Seon. Wyn rolled his eyes, put the reed in his mouth, lit the end with a small burst of fire from the tips of his fingers, and took a long drag. Just as he turned back to Seon, smoke slipped through the cracks of his lips, and smaller whips shot from his nose like an angry dragon.