Wyn grinned sleepily at his precious and gorgeous God, but the expression faltered when Seon left rather abruptly. Was it him? Did he do something wrong? Gods, was I drooling? Wyn hastily sat up and wiped at his mouth, but thankfully found no traces of drool. He sighed, sinking back into the mattress, but his relief was short-lived and bittersweet. Seon left him. He left me. Was he really so repulsive? Or was it something else?
Groaning, he face-planted into the pillow and sought out the comfort of his plants. He couldn't do much, but he could magically reach out to them—and spiritually, if he tried hard enough. But it was early morning, his thoughts were all over the place, so the spiritual option was out of the question. Either way, their winding and glowing auras sought him out as he reached for them, brushing over his spine and soothing his worries. Seon is not upset with you, they told their caretaker, you need not worry. They whispered what they saw, and Wyn smiled into the pillow. He might not have the privilege of seeing them in the middle of his rescued and raised collection, but knowing Seon was in awe was more than enough for him. Now, he only vaguely wondered what they were doing up so early.
Seon allowed just a few more minutes of standing and swaying, as though moving with an impossible wind, before continuing back out, with firm intent downstairs to the kitchen. They ignored their body telling them to stop and observe, to explore, to touch and hear and see things that Wyn had lived around his whole life for themselves.
Seon stopped at the places where he saw Wyn take from yesterday, carefully cooking so that they didn't make too much noise, but they couldn't control the smell of breakfast. They found a couple fresh eggs given to them by a few hunters walking around, dropping off game, and was able to make plenty of flat cake-like discs of well-seasoned eggs, drizzled in a sweet nectar borrowed from a couple roots and trees. All Seon had to do after cooking was clean and wait. The noises of dishes clattering as he washed them by hand were harder to disguise, but thankfully there weren't very many to wash. They settled back down in their seat, stretching out and yawning deeply. It was worth it waking up earlier than usual to cook.
While Seon cooked, Wyn hugged their pillow to his face and wallowed in the never-ending dilemma of life: when to leave the cozy embrace of the blankets. He already lost Seon's arms and warmth. Losing his blankets would be the end of him. However, the steady echo of movement from downstairs, and the traveling scent of breakfast, begged him to get up and find Seon. Wyn groaned, already hating the idea of leaving his bed, and dragged himself out from beneath the covers.
He didn't bother with changing, and instead opted for sulking through his home in just his pajama bottoms. His fingers combed through his tangled hair and ruffled it up, long bangs falling into his face, as he sleepily made his way downstairs to the kitchen. When he spotted Seon, Wyn visibly perked up and shuffled over to the God. He never thought to think through his impulses before he came up behind his God and slumped his body over their shoulders, burying his face in their shoulder and loosely hooking his arms around their neck. Breakfast smelled and looked divine. I don't deserve this, but I'll take it. "Thank you," he mumbled, "it smells amazing."
Seon had been picking at a couple of forks made of wood, looking them up down and center before being clomped on by the Fae who had been kind enough to house him. He startled a little, but giggled nevertheless at the weight pressing down and the suddenly very physically affectionate man.
"Good morning," Seon responded first, "you're welcome. I thought I'd cook you something nice to show my appreciation for you and your roommate's ever growing kindness. I am not the most skilled at cooking, but I hope you do enjoy it." They set their hands on Wyn's arms, stroking the skin he found there with a big toothy grin on his face, more than happy to be there, hugged by both Wyn and his wild hair. "Your flowers are beautiful when they are in full bloom. I have rarely seen flowers so move so eloquently towards their subjects," Seon prattled on, filling comfortable moonlit silence with their observations, almost like a scientist proving a thesis, or perhaps like a young child who just happened to see something cool. "I wonder where you found the seeds for them, but then I realized it must have been your gift, like I said yesterday. It is such an amazing gift." They turned their head to look down on Wyn cuddled in to them, admiration clear in his eyes.
"Mmm," Wyn hummed. He wasn't in any rush to move away from Seon, and definitely didn't want to pull away when they started to gently stroke his arms. As if this was normal. As if we were a normal couple, and this was our every morning. He warmed at the thought, and chose to hold onto that fantasy for the time being. "Some of them started as seeds. Most are rescues, though. Like that flower by the river." He loved his garden, loved the room full of blooming flowers, winding vines, and sprawling shrubs. Wyn didn't admit it often. He tried so hard to keep up the macho, untouchable, dedicated scholar persona, and an unhealthy obsession with plants didn't exactly help that image. "I'm glad you like them." Blushing? He was definitely blushing.
A little voice told him he was lingering too long. Hanging off of a God wasn't something a normal cleric did, and he felt guilty for enjoying it. Wyn enjoyed watching and listening to Seon gush over the fruits of his interests and looking at him like that. He wanted this to be his everyday. His normal. And perhaps it will, once they began their adventure.
Seon didn't seem to mind whatsoever, still holding onto that arm he clung to, grinning and talking away.
Yet it didn't last longer than ten minutes, which felt like a blink in time for the God, but not to their hungry stomach. "Please! Sit, enjoy breakfast with me my dear. I don't want it to get too cold." He turned, tugging on his shoulders. "You let me talk too much and now you're gonna eat cold eggs." Seon ushered Wyn into a chair, then pulled it closer so they were sitting leg to leg, keeping that physical touch, and as they ate, shoulders brushed and elbows bumped together. Seon talked between mouthfuls, giggling to himself as he chattered about this and that, it all honestly leaking and melting together. The hum of the voice from their throat filled the room and warmed the chilly corners, tapping on the lonely ears devoid of such a cozy experience of togetherness.
I'm lucky, Wyn thought with a large note of amusement, that I enjoy listening to this blabbermouth talk. He burrowed further into Seon's shoulder and clung to them for as long as he was allowed while they talked, and the time flew by. In no time, he was being tugged into a chair and manhandled around. Wyn let it happen with a soft smile, and leaned into the warmth he briefly lost throughout the duration of breakfast. The food wasn't fancy, but it was good, and Wyn devoured it as politely as possible without looking like a slob. Of course, they couldn't go in silence. Not that he was complaining, because it gave him the excuse to sit and stare at the God without looking like a creep. He managed to sneak in a soft compliment for the food when there was a pause between Seon's mindless chatter, not wanting to interrupt but also wanting to show his gratitude once more.
Seon ate rather quickly as well, apparently just a strange habit they picked up along the way of r. He ate with a gentle carefulness so as to not spray food everywhere as he chattered, yet despite that detail, the eggs disappeared as fast as he talked.
A big smile broke out over their cheeks when Wyn complimented them, laughing at his shy, quiet words.
"You're welcome, my love," Seon hummed happily, setting a hand across their shoulders and bringing Wyn close to their chest, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of his head. "Thank you for enjoying breakfast with me, and again welcoming me graciously into your home and bed. I had a wonderful night." They leaned their head down next, hugging Wyn tight against themselves, in a firm embrace. For just a few moments, the God was silent. Enveloped around Wyn again made the God visibly happy, lips curled up and their heart beating fast against the other chest, daring Wyn to do something more ballsy and affectionate.
"You're welcome to stay however long you want."
Seon's words echoed through Wyn's skull, even as he cosied into their chest, and unwound him into a flustered mess. My love. Did he dare fantasize? Images filtered in and out of his mind. Seon gently coaxing him from his slumber every morning as a routine. Breakfast waiting and ready for him on the kitchen table and a kiss for a greeting. Endless hugs. Endless nights spent happily trapped under Seon's weight. Wyn shut down that train of thought before he got too ahead of himself, the tips of his ears a slight pinkish hue from the beginning of impure thoughts. To distract himself, he buried himself further into Seon's chest and tipped his head back to press a whisper of a kiss to the edge of their jaw. Maybe I can pretend. Wyn idly dragged his nails back and forth over Seon's arm. Maybe I can pretend, to myself, that this is real. Maybe it can keep me from freaking out anytime he does anything that toes the line of platonic affection.
Seon didn't seem to notice the obvious signs of panic from one of his subjects, as he sat in happy silence, cuddling Wyn close to him. The embrace lasted for a few wonderful minutes– that perhaps felt like hours to Wyn– before Seon spoke up again, inevitably breaking the silence.
"We should not spend all of the moonlight indoors. Would you like to go get ready and show me around town? I am sure there are many different people to meet who are your friends." Seon pulled away, smiling after pressing one more delicate kiss to his forehead, and with idle hands took some of Wyn's fuzzy, unkempt hair to braid. "Getting ready of course accounts to me as well. I simply cannot meet new people looking this ghoulish." They laughed at themselves, obviously some sort of dramatic joke they were making about the spoiled nature of some… well, most likely all, young Gods like himself.
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."
