Seon complimenting his home left Wyn slightly off-balance, especially with their exuberance. Though he loved it, he didn't think it deserved the words Seon so easily threw out there. He rubbed at his arm and shrugged, then waved the God towards the carved up front door. "I dreamed of living in the trees as a child, so I decided to follow that the moment I could. Next thing I knew, it got… a little overgrown. But it helps keep the house sturdy, so I'm not complaining. Well, too much." Their grin was contagious, and Wyn found himself smiling as well as he traced a winding carving over the door—absentmindedly as though doing a personal ritual—and opened it. His head tilted towards the inside to indicate the God go first.
Just as the outside sported a slightly chaotic appeal, the inside mirrored that. Random paintings decorated the walls of the living room, all the way from foot-level up to several feet above their heads. The furniture didn't quite match, but similar enough to not be aesthetically bothersome, and all were built for comfort. Mismatched trinkets littered scattered shelves. Just through the open archway was a large kitchen. If Seon searched around, they'd find numerous ingredients for food and plenty of items crammed into the cupboards and pantry.
Seon slipped into the home, still grinning ear to ear as if they had never seen such a majestic sight. The inside looked just as homely and soothing as the rest. The vines and trees made their way to truly make the house a tree house. "This is all so wonderful! Your life is so flourishing and fresh, like a wave of fresh rainwater into the dry, thirsty beds of a desperate river. Such a refreshing, enjoyable sight to the eyes." They padded past the shy Fae, messing with the trinkets between delicate hands and not without those huge pupils sinking and drinking up the home like a thirsty animal, deprived of such a sight of chaos.
"I am quite hungry, and tired, my dear. Do you have anywhere I may rest my head? I assume you do not want to be sleeping in the same bed as me so soon. The places we will be going are cold– much colder than here, so while you will need to pack, we will also have to huddle for warmth when we sleep. Personally I do not care for it, but I know mortals are much more modest about that type of thing." Their eyes sparkled teasingly as they turned back to look at Wyn, yet it was surprisingly hard to tell if they were truly teasing or not. A wiser man would know that they definitely weren't, and Seon could feel that slip up squeezing his chest.
Something prickled at Wyn's skin at the sight of Seon exploring his home with such wonder and awe. Them simply standing within the walls sent sparks up his spine, and he didn't know what to make of it. He shook his head and cleared his throat, then closed the door behind him before striding across the room to enter the kitchen. "I'm glad you like it," was all he could come up with, head bowed and a small, happy smile caressing his features. The moment he heard that Seon was hungry, he went to the pantry and searched for potential food for them both to share. However, he froze when the God mentioned sleeping together.
Though not exactly what they said—and his mind was quick to supply incredibly unhelpful images—it still didn't do anything to ease his rising temperature and erratic heartbeat. Arenwyn, and Seonastra, sharing a bed. Arms around him, shielding him from the cold with their warmth. Breath on his neck. Hands on his skin. Whispered words beneath a blanket of stars and velvet, a secret no one else would know.
Wyn blushed profusely and coughed, then deliberately stuck his head further into the pantry, pretending to be deep in thought. "Uh–ehm. Yes. I have a guest room you can sleep in for now. I'll have to kick Míría out, though. Any food preferences?"
Seon flushed in his own delicate way as well as he stared at some other trinkets, toying with them all collectively and careful not to drop them on the ground. He put them back, though, as tensions got strained after the comments, Seon made his way into the kitchen after Wyn. Under the pretense that he was definitely only in there to see his options, he drew closer to Wyn, setting a careful hand on his back to make sure they didn't knock together to look over his shoulder. "I suppose whatever you think is good," hummed their voice in Wyn's ear, right next to his head; gentle enough to not hurt, but somehow with the intimidating presence of a God charged in that throaty voice.
"And I will gladly take the guest room if that is what you would like. Again, I would not mind sleeping with you in your bed, if you feel it is necessary for us to… perhaps get used to the situation we are in. And I would not want you to displace your friend in favor for me. That is simply uncouth of me." He stepped back a little when it seemed to click that he was unconsciously touching the other again, as though they both were already intimately charged. Seon had been watching over Wyn for the duration of their entire lives, and while Wyn was a decipile under his Godship, devout in many ways, suddenly acting as though they were an item…
He nervously tugged at his hair when Seon didn't immediately answer, too cowardly to glance over at the God. He didn't need to, though, when he suddenly felt a presence at his back—along with a hand. Wyn tensed up despite his attempts not to, but forced his muscles to relax so as to not make Seon believe he was uncomfortable with them. The low, slightly intimidating voice right at his ear, though, didn't help matters any, and he ignored the slight shiver running down his spine. With a nod, Wyn began pulling out ingredients for a simple and quick dish, conscious of how his movements jostled the hand at his back.
"I–" Wyn closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This is only necessary. There is no need to be so anxious about sleeping in the same bed as Seon. Yes, they may be a God. And yes, they may be the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, and perhaps the only one to make him feel and act how he was feeling and acting. But he refused to let that get in the way of the main point of this entire arrangement, so he steeled his nerves and bit the blade. "Míría wouldn't be pleased to be kicked out… My bed is large enough to fit us both, with extra room to spare. It shouldn't be a problem." It's very much a problem, but one I'll ignore for the sake of keeping my dignity—and my life. Míría definitely would kill him if she were to be suddenly displaced to the couch, regardless of who was replacing her.
Seon stepped out of the way to help himself to a seat, mismatched to its table, messing with his fingers and picking at his nails, whose paint was unchipped despite his best efforts.
"That is good to hear. I could also sleep somewhere else, such as the couch, of course. You do not have to share anything with me, I will not get mad." They glanced up at the back turned on them, rubbing their hands together in order to distract himself with the feeling of skin on skin. It would be nothing more than preparing themselves to travel for perhaps years, all over the world. Seon had done much harder things in favor of other people; why was it suddenly this challenging to pull off? The idea of sharing a bed with a mortal was nothing, well, until that mortal was Wyn. They would sleep on separate sides, then Seon would wake up early in order to make breakfast in thanks for the welcoming nature of his friend Wyn. And his friend. Whoever or wherever she may be.
"No, no, it's fine," Wyn rushed to say, head already shaking before Seon finished their sentence. He grabbed a few other things from the refrigerated section, then moved to a counter to begin chopping up the items. His hands worked diligently and sliced precisely from years of careful practice, so he hardly had to think about it while carrying on conversation. "I just don't promise a pret–"
"Should I start planning a wedding?" Arenwyn started and swore up a storm when a perky and feminine voice spoke up. He whipped his head around to the staircase, where a female Elf stood with her arms crossed and a smirk plastered over her face. Her dark skin nearly blended into the retreating shadows, contrasting heavily against the pastel pink waterfall of tangled hair and matching markings striped over her nose and cheeks—as well as the peach night silks clearly borrowed from Arenwyn. Purple eyes darted between the two other Fae. "Because you two are just adorable."
"For the love of—Míría," Wyn hissed. His cheeks were flaming for sure now, and she surely noticed, but chose not to answer.
She grinned, toothy and wide, at her friend. "Glad to know you love me enough to sacrifice your precious space to avoid moving me."
Wyn pointedly gazed down at the food in his hands. "Love is a strong word."
"A wedding?" Seon mimed as they both startled, obviously sucked into the conversation. His cheeks warmed up as he observed the pair of fae clash and argue, their head tilted delicately, simply observing. Despite their time watching the people they lived over, they had never heard of any such thing like a wedding. It was a strange word that hung in the air between the three of them, as if it held a significant amount of meaning, more behind the simple word. But the God did not rise to their feet after settling down, just sitting and watching the pair interact, moving their head back and forth like a dog.
Seonastra repeated the feminine Elf's name idly as it was presented, testing it on his tongue like a new type of food, letting it wash over his neurons to remember such an important figure in Wyn's life. Seon shifted in their seat as they mumbled to themself, shifting their feet up into their chair and wriggling their hips so it was more comfortable to watch. It seemed as interesting as watching a TV show to Seon, drinking in their facial expressions, bodily movements, Wyn's expressions of reluctant embarrassment and Míría's strange smugness upon finding them fighting over where to sleep.
The two of them bickered back and forth while Wyn cooked. Míría pestered him for food, he demanded she feed herself, and the two fell into a comfortable and vaguely hostile interaction. Wyn heard Seon's confused question and ignored it for the time being, though made a note to acknowledge it the moment he could. Míría then turned her attention to Seon, pulling out a chair and plopping herself down in front of the God.
"So," she started, still smiling, "I've never seen you around before." Her head tipped curiously. "And Wyn here never has people over, except maybe me or Phorae." The gears seemed to turn in her head, and Arenwyn braced himself for what was about to spew from her mouth as he eyes lit up. "Oh. You're a lover, aren't you? Gods, that's incredible. I never thought Wyn would get out of his shell enough to get himself one, yet here you are. Amazing." Her head propped itself up on a fist, and she surveyed Seon. "You're a bit odd looking, but still incredibly hot. I'd totally steal you, if you don't mind me saying so."
"They mind," Wyn cut in sharply. He swooped over and placed a bowl in front of Seon, which contained a pasta mixture with vegetables and a light sauce. He was so focused on the unknown emotions bubbling up at having Míría here—interrupting their conversation, and now flirting with Seon—that he hardly thought about his following actions. Bending low enough to have his lips next to Seon's, he spoke soft enough for the third Fae to not hear, "I'll explain marriage later, when we go to bed." In this position, he nearly caged the God with his body from behind; One arm braced itself on the back of Seon's chair, and the other pressed against the table right next to them to hold his leaning weight.
Seon turned his head as the feminine Fae joined him at the table, jewelry swinging off of his unusually long ears, paired with a little grin showing off that strange set of dentures.
One did not need to explain what lover meant to the God, at least, as his biggest head turn yet pretty much pinned his head to his shoulder, eyes brightening quickly with his soft embarrassment.
"Well, I am not around here very often. Arenwyn was kind enough to allow me to stay to take a look at the city for myself." And then his need to answer to the… other part… was interrupted by a plate of warm food, throwing up scents and warm furls of steam that tickled and hugged their sharp facial features, all alike in that regard.
Seon lifted his head up to nod in understanding to the other, then looked back at the woman with his eyebrows still raised like he was observing a true spectacle.
He grabbed a plate, made of woven leaves and hardened with magic-ladden wood, also helped himself to a spoon to which he used to serve himself some food. Hunger was also something Seon struggled with in regards to being a young God, and the other Gods also enjoyed food as well, simply to practice the cultures and ways they imparted on their mortal siblings.
He realized his mistake the millisecond Míría arched a brow at him, and Seon's scent flooded his senses. Wyn cleared his throat and quickly extracted himself from Seon as inconspicuously as possible. Her smirk said she caught it, and he glowered at her, which thankfully shut her up for the time being. Wyn sighed and sank into a seat next to Seon, then grabbed himself his own plate of food to quietly and quickly consume. Regardless of his apprehension about sleeping in the same bed as Seon, he wanted to sleep—and get away from this situation as soon as possible.
Míría hummed and grabbed herself a small snack. "Well… if you say so." She tapped two fingers to her temple in a little salute. "Lovely to meet you. I'm sure you heard, but I'm Míría, Arenwyn's best friend. If you're here long enough, you'll see me around quite a bit, as I live here. Wyn isn't a horrible sleeper, so you're lucky. Please treat him well, he deserves it after dealing with my harassment. Hmm. Oh, yes, and he has this thing about his ears? If you really want to get him worked up, I suggest focusing your attention there." She tapped her fingers against her smiling lips, winking.
Wyn's ears, subject of the conversation, burned from embarrassment. He regretted ever letting her discover that secret of his.
Seon "hmm"ed over his food, mouth chewing but his transparent eyes digging deep into Míría curiously, bright behind the windows of his soul. He shrugged his thanks to the information, deciding to pass it off due to Wyn's less than happy expression. As Míría stepped away, though, Seon turned his gentle attention onto their Fae friend.
"She is the most interesting person to live with, I think," Seon remarked carefully, in a whisper so that if Míría hadn't actually gone to her room and were still spying on them. "And worry not, I will try my best to not… offer such stress factors." They smiled a little and played with their braids of dark hair resting on their shoulders. Somehow the contrast between the two colors through the day and small amount of travel they did did not mix the stalks of color, as though the white and black belonged to a different person.
"Anyway, this dish is quite delicious. I think I have had similar with Father. He is quite the chef." They smiled warmly, as though trying to allude that they were passing over the previous situation. "Where did you learn to cook? Did some of the clerics teach you? I know religious Fae are quite the talented chefs– I could never doubt that excluded you." They waved their fork after taking another bite, talking with their cheeks full like a squirrel.
Wyn breathed easier when Míría retreated back up the stairs and into her room. He poked at his last remains of his food and glanced up at Seon when they started to speak, head tilted in interest. His cheeks had a dusting of red when they mentioned the 'stress factors,' and he poorly attempted to rub it away, but he otherwise settled down from their first meeting, and when Míría plunged into the picture. "She's… something else. Can't imagine my life without her, even if she's infuriating at times."
He happily let Seon change the subject, however, even if he calmed down. Wyn leaned back in his chair and idly ran his fingers around the edge of his plate. "Some is self-taught, some is the other clerics. I tend to enjoy learning things on my own, but accept guidance when needed." He shrugged and covered his mouth when he caught a glimpse of Seon's squirrel cheeks, hiding his grin. Even when partially undignified, and looking like he needed some sleep, Seon was still magnificent. Wyn wondered how he managed to get himself in a situation like the one he got himself into—feeding, housing, and eventually sleeping with a very real God. He couldn't get over the thought. Perhaps I really need some sleep to snap myself out of it.
Seon finished up their plate as Wyn finished speaking, not leaving a morsel behind and crossing their utensils nearly on top of each other, making a little picture with the forks and spoon he used to serve. They looked up shortly after, meeting equally as sleepy eyes with a smile, worn out and comfortably full.
"It seems as though you have quite the life here. Excuse my rudeness, though, my dear, but may I suggest a close to this day? I am quite tired as I imagine you are as well. We have a busy few days ahead of us, so we might as well get comfortable slumber while we are at it." They rose from their seat and offered a long hand to the Fae to take, outstretched as though suggesting it to be held. "And you could show me the rest of your home while we are at it. I bet your room is extremely comfortable." They shifted under their delicate shirt in excitement, their eyes still bright despite their tired nature.
Knowing they were a God, but watching them eagerly finish the food, didn't add up in his mind. It felt too contradictory. But a lot of what he was learning about Seon didn't exactly add up to anything he had expected, so Wyn left it alone in favor of focusing on the task of getting the both of them to bed. "It's not rudeness. You're alright."
As Seon stood, Wyn nodded and nearly reached for the plates to wash them, but paused at the glimpse of an outstretched hand. They can wait until dusk, he concluded as he accepted the offered hand. "I don't imagine we'd get very far tonight. How about we save the tour for when we wake up? That way we have our energy back, and get oriented." He smothered a yawn and unconsciously rested his forehead against Seon's shoulder, a small humming noise rumbling from his throat. "If that's alright with you."
Seon looped their fingers together and smiled a little as Wyn leaned against them, rubbing his shoulder and upper back. "That is more than okay with me. I have spent a lot of energy on thinking today– I am thankful for such a different experience you Fae have offered for me." They took Wyn into a gentle hug next, one arm wrapped around him and the other looped up with his hand, before pulling him along to the steps and offering he go first. But of course, not letting go of the hand he securely kept between his fingers, a romantic gesture at best. "Come morning I can also explore the rest of town. Hopefully I won't stick out too much, but if need be I will put the cloth over their eyes, so to speak. So that only religious folk who have prayed to see spirits recently can see me. That will most likely only be you, but perhaps we will get the occasional Fae looking at you weird." Seonastra giggled at the idea, the image of a strange, gnarled older individual staring them down across the bustling city street of dusk…
Wyn hummed again, and though he knew his cheeks and ears were red as he stared down at their intertwined hands, he decided he'd stop caring for tonight. Even when Seon wrapped him up into a gentle embrace. Sure, he freaked out internally—being assaulted by their scent and inescapable presence tends to do that to him—but he managed to keep his face as passive as possible by using sleep as a cover. He let Seon continue talking and took the lead up the stairs.
The curtains covering the full-length windows through the stairway/hall that connected the levels were unrolled at this point to give Wyn and his friend privacy. But had they wanted them to be open, they could be rolled up onto the full-length rod that held them above the windows. Arenwyn led Seon through one hall, which coincidentally led to the plant room. He quickly tugged on their hand into the next hall, which was a ramp instead of a staircase.
"Believe me," Wyn murmured, "they'll be more interested in the fact that I'm with someone than your looks." He didn't want anyone thinking ill of his God's appearance. He snuck a quick glance up at their face. I like how you look. They were mystical. Gorgeous. Incredible. Beautiful. Every word he could think of, Seon was it, and he didn't like the idea of anyone else thinking otherwise. To distract himself from that train of thought, he opened the door to the next room and muttered, "This is our room. Well, my room, but you know what I mean."
Seon, despite their exhausted expression steadily growing tired, obviously could not help themselves to their curiosity. They peeked under the soft curtains and here and there to witness the different types of growths and roots of plants attracted to Wyn's very being. All bushels of different types, different flowers, different knotted roots snaking through the room they stepped through together in order to get to bed. Seon grinned at Wyn as they walked together, almost admiring him with those soft eyes– somehow much unlike the relationship between God and pupil, somehow finding him more fascinating than the flowers around them. Their expression hastily grew flat when Wyn looked up, knowing full well that they need not make the Fae uncomfortable before sharing a room together.
"Ah, I see you were not lying when it came to plants," Seon observed as they stepped into the room preemptively, moving towards the bed with Wyn in hand. He was much too tired to admire, and hopefully would in the proper kiss of moonlight. They only let go when they cuddled into bed, wriggling into the soft sheets along with their equally as soft clothes, silk and smooth against their blueish skin.
I can stare at them while they admire my house tomorrow, he reasoned with himself. Wyn rubbed at the skin beneath his eyes when Seon let go of him, his palm already tingling with the emptiness. We have tomorrow. He needed to get ready for bed, which was a ritual in of itself, so he tasked himself with that to keep his mind off of the God making himself comfortable in Wyn's bed.
Wyn made a beeline for the mirror on the opposite wall as the bed, so he could see Seon in the reflection. Remembering his promise from earlier, he started to softly speak while carefully pulling his hair from the precisely pinned bun. "A wedding is like a ceremony. It is a ceremony, celebrating two people getting married." Long and curly hair flowed down his back and shoulders, with a frizzy mess lumping at the top of his head from being up for so long. He raked his fingers through the strands and fluffed it up to try and get it to flatten down some, but the loose curls were stubborn in their quest to remain irritatingly kinked. "It's supposed to be for people who are in love, but… well, not everyone is like that, and that's not for me to decide. But generally speaking, that's how it goes, and what it's for."
Giving up on his hair, he absentmindedly picked up a herbal cream and started putting it on his face. "When people get married, it's an incredibly important thing. Two lovers make a commitment to each other for the rest of their lives. They promise to care for each other, love each other, and stand by each other's side for eternity. It's… It's a special thing." He looked over his shoulder at Seon and offered a slightly grim smile. "Not that I'd know, of course."
Seon also busied himself with taking the ties out of their hair, loosening up the thick ponytails of black hair to finally mix with the rest. They shook out their sheet of smooth hair, small, thin strands covering every inch of the area of the pillow the God had claimed for themself. Though after he got comfortable he watched Wyn fix his appearance for bed in the mirror, head tilted so that he couldn't see himself in the reflection, unbeknownst to him that Wyn could see him staring.
Wonder turned into curiosity and confusion as Wyn continued to explain, "hmm"ing softly after. "Why not we get married then? Perhaps we are not lovers of the most intimate degree but what is stopping us from partaking in such a ritual?" They asked this question with no sense of justice or humility, just embarrassingly childish in the face of such an outlandish question to Wyn. While they, again, may have known Wyn after years of living next to him, Wyn could not say the same for the God he just met today.
"You seem as though you'd like to have this type of relationship, if I am reading your insinuation correctly. Perhaps such a thing could be arranged?"
The Gods smiled down on Wyn tonight, even if this particular God seemed set out to shatter his composure and set his heart aflame. He just finished with his skincare when the last thing he expected to hear was dropped into the room without a care for the poor Fae. Wyn's entire face, ears, and neck quickly bloomed a deep rose, and he tried to hide that by standing in front of his closet and changing into sleep clothes. "I–" I have no response to that. Wyn decided to stay silent until he could get his tongue untied and his brain un-fried. Which, unfortunately, left the last thing to do—get into bed. With Seon. The very reason for his speechlessness.
Wyn groaned and fell face-first into bed, face buried into his pillow and arms tucked under it. "Yes, okay, maybe I'd like to someday meet someone that I'd want to commit my life to." His voice was muffled from the fabric, and he turned his head just so to be able to peek over at Seon. His hair spilled all over the pillow and his bare back, and fell in strands over his face. The red tips of his ears peaked out over the frizzy steel-blue cloud. "But that's not the point. We can't just—That's not how that works. We're not lovers, Seon. We don't—It's more complicated than that. Our relationship, at least to me, has just begun."
Seon rubbed their eyes and sat up a little to try and catch sight of the reaction they got, whether good or bad. The blushing red alerted perhaps they picked up on… the wrong thing. Completely.
"I am confused, then why did Míría suggest she set one up if we are not lovers? I think I sorely misunderstood," Seon came to a tonally dissonant conclusion, audibly disappointed that such a stupid blunder had shifted the direction of the conversation. "I apologize for my inappropriate comment." He moved closer to the Fae whose weight shifted the bed, bouncing their laid out body relaxing and calm. He set a hand on the small of Wyn's back, scooting closer to bump their shoulders. "I hardly believe the time matters, though. We will be spending much time together, and while you may not consider me your lover, we should try to get comfortable with each other." He leaned more of his warm weight to Wyn's body, as a comforting force to his confusion and embarrassment.
Wyn sighed and rolled his eyes, though his heart squeezed uncomfortably in his chest at the audible and visible disappointment Seon expressed. I did that. I should've explained better. "Míría is Míría. She's over the top and likes to make jokes like that to get under my skin. I doubt she meant it as a serious suggestion." To get more comfortable, Wyn pulled the blankets over his body, and only froze for a second when he felt the hand on his back. Progress. It's progress. I can get used to this.
Out of things to say, he mumbled a teasing, "Touchy-touchy," in reference to Seon's tendency to physically comfort Arenwyn whenever he seemed distressed, but sobered up when he came up with an acceptable apology. "I didn't mean to suggest your interpretation was outlandish." He smiled and hesitantly reached out to lay a hand on Seon's shoulder. "It caught me off guard, yes. But I should've explained better. It's… Well, it's one of those things where you don't truly understand it until you experience it. So please don't apologize for my failure to properly explain." He sought out the God's gaze, skin still dusted pink, but tried to hold it as confidently as he could. "And as for getting comfortable with each other… I'm trying. I'm not exactly used to this sort of thing, so be patient, please." As if to prove his words, he shifted his body closer to them, seeking out their warmth almost automatically. His skin itched with the urge to curl up against Seon's chest and fall asleep there.
Seon's eyes met Wyn's, locking with his confidently. He was clearly hungry for reassurance, a gentle word of advice from the Fae and an explanation for everything going on. Seon clearly looked like a petrified deer in the middle of a pack of harmless rabbits, not intended to hurt them, but still unsure in the face of a completely new culture and people.
"I see. I have only really heard of it, but Mother says it is a beautiful thing between two people. An understanding of trust and love between them, no matter what. I thought we had some means of qualifying for such a thing. A pledge for loyalty and forgiveness is such a thing I like." Seon allowed Wyn to tuck himself into his arms, unconsciously wrapping them tight and snug around the slim shoulders of the Fae, such as a child would with their stuffed animal. They wrapped themselves around their subject next, legs almost completely tangled up together as Seon made themself comfortable for bed. They heaved a big yawn, cuddling into their own head, antlers scratching at the pillows untouched, soft hair tickling Wyn's features. They continued to stretch and move and rub their head for a while, until finding a spot wherein they got comfortable, and eventually fell asleep, his arms still securely tucked around Wyn.
Wyn leaned into Seon's touch, eyes fluttering closed and hands idly tracing patterns over the God's arms and back. "It's okay, Seon. You're alright," he whispered, but he had a feeling the words went mostly unheard when he steadily got crushed into the mattress. He heaved a sigh and knocked his head against the God, thinking over the current situation. So much for keeping our personal space. Granted, he could probably push Seon off after a bit and regain their personal bubbles. But basking in their warmth and being securely held in his arms felt too good to give up so soon. So he shifted around for a moment to get comfortable, careful to not disturb the being using him as a body pillow, and settled down once more—an arm lazily draped over their waist, body tucked close, legs still tangled together, and a hand resting against them. When completely awake, Wyn knew he'd never have the courage to be this physical. It was too intimate, too personal. But Seon didn't seem to think so, and he recognized the need to get used to their ways, or else he combust at any small movement.
With that lingering thought, the little Fae yawned and fell asleep snuggled against their God.
The pair of Fae slept until night blessed the area around. The streaming hush of moonlight, their sunlight and alarm clock, making curtains silvery and whimsical over the sleeping bodies of Fae and God. Small streaks hastily drawn by a messy hand, broken by the bed frame and the roots twisting through the room from the windows and the plant room. Now in the face of the moon, these plants blossomed, showing faces of blue and pink, a beautiful backdrop to the peacefulness of the couple with arms wrapped around each other.
After a few hours of uninterrupted sleep, the eyes of the young God opened, and stretched his long legs, stiff from his lack of movement. He yawned deeply, releasing Wyn from his clutches to stretch out and fall onto his back for a most cat-like stretch. He hummed and smiled to himself, setting hands on his own belly to allow himself to wake up, glancing at Wyn and grinning happily at the sleeping Fae's face.
Leaves and vines rustled awake from within the house, stretching their limbs and letting their petals soak up the loving caress of the moonlight. Blooming plants creeping over the tree's branches outside softly brushed up against the windows and tried creeping their way into the room to join the others. Greenery and flowers alike roused from their slumber; they woke with grace and beauty, so unlike their caretaker.
Wyn remained asleep, not easy to wake after a long and emotional night. His face scrunched up at the loss of Seon's warmth. The unconscious Fae sleepily patted the bed where the God's warmth lingered, then grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his chest and buried his face in the soft fabric. Wyn's body curled up into the fetal position around the pillow, his hair was a tangled and curly mess, and he partially struggled to breathe, but a content smile graced his features as Seon's scent flooded his senses and lulled him back into a peaceful dreamland, filled with unspoken fantasies and hopes that he'll forget when he wakes.
Seon giggled softly as tired but unwilling to keep sleeping eyes followed the path Wyn naturally took, enjoying the sight of his body sinking back down into a peaceful, warm slumber. Such a sleep is one you could only dream of, that hidden smile barely caught by the studious Seonastra, a matching smile blessing the features of a benevolent God who was much more mortal than he appeared to be.
Especially in the regard of moving after waking up. His legs decided they were too comfy curled up under the weight of his stupid brain, heavy shoulders and warm clothes sticking to him like honey. It was all too comfortable right now, like this moment in time was hand-picked by none other than fate itself. Seon knew that time did not stand still forever, and preferred it that way, but he wouldn't mind if it all came to a screeching halt. Watching Wyn breathe calmly kind of gave it that effect, time moving fast and slow at the same time, as though underwater.
Minutes ticked by in comfortable silence. Dreams flickered and morphed into fizzling and muddled messes until they completely dissipated. Wyn was blissfully unaware of the attention on him. Had he been aware, he might've tried to he a little more presentable and less ruffled. But alas, it was what it was, and he slowly regained consciousness.
Wyn's eyes cracked open a fraction. The heavy feeling of eyes washed over him the moment he woke, and he had a feeling he knew what it was. Sure enough, the sight of Seon's gaze on him was the first thing presented to him. Strangely, the thought of this being a regular dawn sight brought a happy thrill through his spine. He blinked sleepily and smothered a yawn with the back of his hand, but otherwise didn't move a muscle to get up or make Seon stop looking at him. In fact, he stared back. Squinted and with slightly hazy vision, but he stared and admired the God's beauty instead of shying away from them. "Maybe I can get used to this," he mumbled into the pillow.
Seon perked up a little when he heard a voice, realizing it was the victim of his affections squinting at him from his place cuddled into the bed.
"Mm– good morning. I must have zoned out." They laughed softly, setting their feet to the floor with little regard for Won't answer, mostly out of embarrassment. Cheeks warm in the chill of night, yet their central moment faded as they stepped through the hall of nothing but flowers. All of the night blooming plants greeted them with white, cyan, green, and even hints of phosphorus glow winked at Seon as they passed slowly through it. The light of the giggling flowers smoothed out the light blue to a silvery, their hair gleaming as well despite its fuzzier, messier quality because of slumber. The flowers also seemed attracted to him, turning faces to him, or leaning most humanely closer to his shoulders and face when he paused to observe them. Despite not being the Goddess of Fertility, some air about him contracted more than just Fae. He stopped dead after catching sight of one of the biggest blooms, originally curled in on itself when they passed through earlier, but now a huge white blossom with kisses of delicate phosphor glows and streaks of green. In its bushel, there were also different colors of this same flower, all moving closer– blues, reds, greens… This flower was the portulaca. They tickled Seon's face and surrounded the astounded person, reflecting their gentle UV light onto their skin and lighting up patches of delicate skin.
