Wyn continued to shower Seon in kisses. Neck, face, shoulder, none were safe from his loving assault. "The Gods are viewed as perfect because they are not here all the time. We only know of them from their brief and very particular appearances. They are allowed to then be themselves when they are no longer being spotted." He stroked his thumb over Seon's hand and kissed his forehead. "You don't have that luxury with me, and that's okay. You're bound to lose that illusion of perfection after being around someone for some time."
Carefully mulling over his words, he added, "I never expected perfection from you. All I wanted was for you to exist. That was all I desired from you, and you've fulfilled that tenfold." Never did he expect to be cuddling and comforting Seon, or giving them kisses and allowing them to compare their relationship to that of lovers. Never did he imagine he'd want Seon, not like he did now. A mirage of perfection had solidified his desires as fruitless, but its shatterings gave him secret hopes he knew he shouldn't have in the first place. "Really, I'd take this over some God that could do no wrong and not cave to emotions. I doubt I'd be able to stand you for long if that was the case."
Seon sighed after the reassuring words, which were of course nice, touching at the sensitive, emotional side of this conversation. It was nice hearing from Wyn, out of all people, that he was not expected to be perfect. Yet it somehow didn't feel right. Wyn could not speak for the general population. No matter how many Fae said what Wyn was saying, it would not change his mind on it, no matter how hard he tried.
"It is not normal for Gods to cave so often, I think," Seon muttered hopelessly, "Such an emotional fool." Seon shook his head hiding his face in his hands after Wyn was finished with his kisses, shaking his head in them. "I thank you for your kind words. This is a dilemma I have been struggling with for my entire life. It is not something I can easily cross over and expect to be solved in the morning." Seon glanced up at Wyn, his delicate tears making small tracks on his glowing, reddish skin.
Wyn deliberately plucked Seon's hands from his face and wiped at the tears, just as he had done earlier. "Then we'll work on it," he promised. Whether he meant helping Seon see that his tendency to be emotional was okay, or helping him be more 'Godlike' was up for debate, but Wyn didn't want to push them anymore than he already had. He said his peace, and now it was time for comfort and silence.
Acting on impulse, Wyn shifted until he had better access to Seon's face, then planted two butterfly kisses to either cheek, dangerously close to becoming more intimate. In this moment, he wished they were on that level, purely because he'd have the freedom to distract Seon from their pain with more meaningful affection. Wyn would know them better to understand how to help him better, and not be left floundering for other tactics. He'd already know what to do. Instead, he admitted defeat and simply hugged Seon tighter.
Seon knocked their heads together again, shutting his eyes and wrapping one of his arms around Wyn's neck, now reciprocating in the affection. He bumped their noses together, and a tired smile crossed over his mouth, his eyes flicking open to take in the image of Wyn, tentatively testing the waters. He was relieved to see a smiling, gentle face, intent on making Seon feel somewhat better. And it did. His fingers idly traced his cheeks and over his eyelids, telling himself quietly that the Fae destined for him was indeed sitting right there, giving him kind gestures of admiration and emotional support. His fingers finally reached the divots that was Wyn's lips, the reciprocals of strong emotions between them, the bridge between two souls. Most interesting indeed as Seon considered them; words of a long lifetime have left infinitely and continue to do so. The intense philosophy behind it… Beautiful in its own way.
Wyn wanted to say something, just one more thing to comfort Seon and rid their mind of everything plaguing it. He searched for the words, only to come up empty. So he stayed quiet and allowed the God to get closer, his breath short and few at the proximity of their faces. So close—close enough to bump noses. Then a gentle touch over his face, moving down to his lips. Wyn froze. He couldn't react. A part of him wanted to escape back into his bubble, to retreat from the onslaught of new and hide away in a shower of familiarity. But another part, the stronger part, had him subtly leaning his face into Seon's hand, practically nuzzling. Yellow eyes never strayed from blood-red ones, though they appeared apprehensive, alongside undoubtable trust and care. No matter how much his mind said to flee, Wyn held fast. Seon needed him, and it wouldn't be fair to run because of some silly feelings from a simple touch—ignoring the fact that he felt as though he could drop dead at any moment from his racing heart.
Seon's fingers remained for a few moments as he lost himself in his thoughts, not even considering how Wyn might be feeling. Eventually, his brain spurred back to life, glancing up at Wyn's frozen eyes and flushed cheeks. He removed his fine fingertips from off of the subject of his attention, returning it back down to loop their fingers once more.
He cuddled against Wyn's chest again, a shivery, relieving sigh finally relaxing his body again.
"Thank you. I appreciate your efforts in trying to make me feel better and listening. I'm glad your ideas of perfection is not related to those above you by status. I do not think I am above you at all. My Godship is nothing but a gift of moral power. Opportunity for growth and learning. I doubt many Gods see it that way. In fact I know several of them don't. That is one of the few things I don't miss. The list is finite, only comprised of a few mouthful of words."
Wyn could breathe again, no longer feeling the need to run from the situation, when Seon joined their hands once more. No more attention on his lips. No more fantasies that he wanted… but wasn't quite ready for. Wyn leaned his head against Seon's and brought their hands between their bodies, moving his free hand to stroke Seon's skin. His fingers danced over the God's hand, twisting over knuckles, then skimmed up and over their forearm while Seon spoke.
He couldn't hold back his grin, though he did try to hide it. The more Seon spoke, the more Wyn learned about the way his God thought—and loved to talk. Touchy-touchy? More like talky-talky. "Mmm," Wyn hummed, a noncommittal response to show that he was listening. "I'm glad you don't hold yourself to such supremacy, though I'm not surprised that others do. It's inevitable for those in higher power to look down on those naturally and classily lower than them. But," he added quickly, to not dampen the mood, "that's not important right now. How about we talk about us, hm? Anything on your mind about that?"
Seon looked up to listen, drinking in Wyn's ideas and opinions on the matter, hungry for outside input looking in on a strange, unique situation. His head tilted and a look of confusion passed through those eyes, his eyes cocking suspiciously at the sudden shift of the subject. It was somewhat unrelated, but perhaps Seon was talking too much about himself in this one instance.
"I do not understand what you are referring to," Seon responded after a few moments of thought, "am I supposed to be thinking of us? I assume we are most intimately and consciously lovers, as we both have a sense of solidarity in regards to our destiny. It entertwines and sets a certain trust and loyalty that not normal Fae have together. This is the definition of a lover, is it not?" As he asked this, one would be able to swear they heard a laugh, a snide snicker at his own innuendo, suggesting perhaps Seon did know more about lovers than he let on; however, his face rounded with innocence, bright and smiling at Wyn like an expectant dog, ready to be told good or bad.
Wyn sighed heavily and tossed his head back, begging the Gods for the patience and heart to get through this conversation. No one could possibly be this clueless about the meaning of lovers. "When someone talks about a lover, they typically talk about a long-time partner," he supplied gently. Even if Seon was completely aware of the real meaning, Wyn wanted to sway his view of their relationship to a more platonic, realistic version.
"And not the kind of partners that we are. I mean the kind that are intimate. The kind that, mutually, know each other on a deeper level than anyone else does." Despite himself, his cheeks bloomed—which he was starting to realize was his signature complexion around Seon—and Wyn cupped Seon's face in his hands. "Please don't make me explain this to you." His embarrassment was formidable, even more than when he tried explaining marriage to the God. His mind couldn't stray from the thoughts of lovers. It was horrible for him, but he managed to keep everything off his face, besides the blush.
Seon's lips puckered as his face was grabbed and squeezed, eyes rounding out at Wyn's desperation.
"I thought you would enjoy calling yourself more than the lover of a God. You very much are more than a lover at this point. A lover sounds most skin-level to me, but you and I have much more intimately related. We have our destinies wound together for years of our lives. I personally think it is more easy to call you such a simple title like that." Seon rose one of his hands and gently forked Wyn's hands off, patting his cheek affectionately with a little smile. "Unless you'd like me to introduce you as the full story as to why we are traveling together, I think lover really quite ties it up nicely. But if it really makes you uncomfortable… I may be able to find something else." Seon shrugged, but his expression lapsed into an expression of thought. "I would not want to call you my pupil, despite of course being so. You're much more to me than that. What are your suggestions?" He tilted his head, eyebrows raised.
Wyn's mouth opened—closed. Really, he didn't care what Seon called him, or how they referred to their relationship. But every time he was called Seon's lover, his heart ached just a little. To him, a lover wasn't just the intimate. It was the emotional. It was the commitment and promises, the joined memories spread throughout a time-encompassing relationship. It was the joining of two people who knew each other, better and deeper than anyone else.
That wasn't them. And as much as Wyn wanted that every time Seon said they were lovers, he knew they weren't. Not yet.
Taking a deep breath, Wyn gently pressed a hand over Seon's mouth and leaned forward. The cool kiss of his own lips pressed into the back of his fingers and only lasted all of a second before he pulled back and dropped his hand. Wyn's eyes darted away, not daring to look at the God in front of him. "That is what a lover is to me, on a base level. And I… I'm not ready for that, not yet. I don't know you well enough to call myself that. For me it's not about the future and being destined for each other, it's about an established, present relationship that has history and potential for a fruitful future." Wyn paused and laughed, fingers rubbing at his eyes. "Or maybe I'm just being dramatic about something I never thought I'd have." He shook his head as if clearing his thoughts. "Of course I'd want to be called the lover of a God, but not superficially. Not… Not without the hope of it becoming true."
"Why wouldn't it come true?" Seon asked softly, tilting his head the other way, jewelry clinking with the movement. "Do you not think there is a chance between us more emotionally? As you mentioned perhaps it is a question asked too early, but I think it'd be fun to explore such a situation with you. I don't think it has to be as cutthroat as you make it out to be. Intimacy comes along naturally to anyone. It doesn't have to be related to the breadth of lovers. Of course, that is what mother always said. She said being in a relationship is being able to lean on each other no matter what. And I know I can trust you that much. I think it is something we can explore. It is flexible and supposed to be comfortable." Seon paused, touching his lips unconciously as if thinking about Wyn's gesture despite it being long gone. "If we are moving too fast, perhaps me being too intimate with you, please let me know. Despite being young the last time I have seen my parents, I have been conditioned to a certain culture. I enjoy learning about yours and making sure your boundaries are understood." Seon smiled kindly, patting Wyn's cheeks again, stroking along his jaw with a thumb.
Wyn loosed a heavy breath and nuzzled into Seon's hand, his own coming up to keep theirs there and loosely threading his fingers through theirs. So there's a chance. All this time, Wyn had it in his mind that there was no chance that him and Seon could become anything more than friends and destiny partners. But here Seon sat, cuddled into Wyn's chest, telling him in a roundabout way that he was a fool to think anything but the opposite. The way they said it, it would be inevitable for them to become real lovers. Wyn couldn't think of anything better to be told.
"No, no, you're okay." His eyes flicked up to meet Seon's gaze, and he smiled reassuringly. As long as there's a chance. "I'll be sure to tell you if I'm not okay with something, but for now, you're fine." After a moment of consideration, he stroked a free hand through Seon's hair and tilted his head. "And… If lover is what you believe will describe us best, then I suppose you can continue referring to me as your lover." With that, he grinned and playfully bopped the God's nose. "Though I expect you to take care of me if that's the case. Only fair."
Seon wrinkled his nose after it was booped, laughing and his eyes joining in the full-face frontal of joy. He knew he would weasel such an answer out of tough Wyn, who seemed to melt in the face of Seon already. This honestly shocked the God as he considered it while laughing, shaking his head affectionately and shoving his head back into his shoulders and neck.
"You suppose, hmm? You suppose you can allow me to stick around and mooch off of your excellent cooking skills?" Seon giggled giddily into Wyn, the effects of exhaustion obviously settling in. The sun made him feel stupid and sleepy, weighing down his silken clothes and long hair, warming up the back of his neck and brushing along his delicate skin. He just kept on giggling, finding even the littlest thought funny, euphoria and comfort and trust numbing his brain pleasantly.
"Of course I'll take care of you, though," Seon breathed through breaths. "I will watch out for you dolefully and keep you company, more so than a God ever has before."
"I'll keep you to that promise," Wyn murmured, fingers moving to brush lovingly over Seon's cheek. "But first, let's head to bed. For real this time." A crooked grin. "However nice that nap was, we need some real sleep." Well, Seon needed some real sleep, from the sight before him. Seon was a giggling mess, and however adorable that was, Wyn knew it meant it was time to get out of the sun and into the comfort of his bed. Their bed? It just might end up becoming that.
As gently as possible, he extracted himself from Seon and prodded at his sides to coax them to their feet. "Come on, then. You still have to undo my hair. There's no way I'll be able to unwind all these braids. You've made me even more a prisoner of my hair than I already am." As if to prove his point, he gestured to his hair, the loose strands already coiling back up to their natural curls and ignoring the deliberate straightening and curling Seon had done at dawn. At that moment, a yawn broke through Wyn's defenses, and he just barely managed to smother it with the back of his hand. Yeah, it's far past my bedtime.
Seon huffed and clung to Wyn desperately as the pokes attacked their sides, whining audibly like a crestfallen animal. But of course, he rose to his feet, though, pulling Wyn with him to keep clinging to his familiar chest and warmth.
"And fine. I suppose I will have to find better ways to do your hair next time. That did not stay in all that long, huh?" Seon peeked up over Wyn's shoulder to survey the hair, a bunch of ideas running through his brain. "I think the nap was real sleep. Despite it being only a few hours long." Seon yawned deeply, squealing softly as he came back down from the big inhale. "You are most mean to me. I'd like to stay and enjoy the sun and yet you urge me to sleep." He wrinkled his nose teasingly, tapping his cheeks a couple times like a cat.
"Yet I suppose it would be best to sleep. Just for a few more hours." He let go of Wyn after a couple more seconds of hugging, grabbing his hand and meandering off to the house with Wyn in tow.
Wyn hummed and leaned into Seon, staying there even when the God moved away from their original cuddle. "Because my hair is naturally curly and incredibly stubborn, the original texture usually comes back by dawn. And you can bathe in as much sunlight as you want another time, preferably when I'm already sleeping." He deliberately ignored being called mean, though his lips twitched in amusement. Wyn nudged Seon into the house and finally up the stairs to their bedroom. Oh, my sweet bed. How I've missed you.
With more playful prodding, Wyn maneuvered the two of them to the mirror in his bedroom, with Seon standing behind him. "Alright, do your thing." He tipped his head back to grin up at Seon, eyes sparkling and expression cheeky. He knew very well that he could take out the braids—he wasn't helpless. But he liked the feeling of Seon messing with his hair when the hairstyle had been done up, and Wyn wanted to feel that again before he went to bed. "Please?" he added softly, putting on the pleading puppy eyes.
Seon had attempted to sink into Wyn's bed, prying out of his arms only to be poked and proded in front of the mirror, his eyes flicking down to Wyn's begging eyes from the reflection of the mirror.
"I thought we were taking your advice and going to bed? And you can very well do it by yourself." He huffed, standing his ground for just a couple seconds before starting to gently unravel the braids. His fingers worked deftly through the soft stalks, detangling with a sense of carefulness and gentle elegance. He perhaps gave the firmer tug here and there just for shits and giggles, but once he finished, Wyn's hair was re-fluffed and curly in all directions. Seon fluffed it for a few moments, but decided he was too tired to keep standing, and cuddled into bed, disappearing under the sheets with another audible yawn, grabbing a pillow from the surface to cuddle with.
Once again ignoring Seon's comments, Wyn practically purred at the feeling of Seon's fingers deftly working through his hair, even with the occasional tug. He got his wish, and now he was a happy little Fae—which meant that he didn't complain when Seon gave up on his hair in favor of charging into bed. Instead, he watched the adorable God with a smile while he got to work on his bedtime skincare routine. Wyn didn't want to miss the last few moments with an awake Seon, so he made it quick, ultimately sacrificing a few steps of his routine for the cause. Once he was done, he dried his face and strode over to the bed.
He undressed while he walked, not caring where his clothes ended up. Right as he reached the footboard, he grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and hastily pulled them on. Then it was time to sleep.
Wyn rounded to the side of the bed and settled onto the mattress, then crawled across the space to Seon, and slid on top of the God's back, straddling him from above the covers. He buried his face into what would be Seon's neck and braced his arms against the pillows at their head. "Thank you, for confiding in me," he mumbled into the covers. "And… And caring so much about me. I only wish to be as great as you someday, and to deserve you at my side." With his final words of that exhausting day spoken, he shifted to slide off Seon's back.
Seon had placed himself snugly across the bed completely, parts of his body making the sheets sticking up, and where his antlers jutted out, made a hood around his face and pillow, allowing him to breathe. He didn't move much when he felt the weight of Wyn relax down on him, just tried tilting his head to see the Fae, but instead looped their fingers mutually and settled his head back down, half-closing his eyes.
"Of course. I do not hope you wish to be like me deep down. I am not much of anything, just a simple person." Seon attached himself to Wyn when he relaxed off of him, snuggling into his chest and neck, tucking himself in, while also bringing the sheets with them as they laid very wrong on the bed, Seon's feet hanging off of the edge. "It is very solemnly I find a willing ear such as yours. Most Gods except for my father found my ramblings to be quite annoying and laborious to keep up with. Sometimes I wonder if my sense of self worth comes from speech, as it is the only thing other people can truly hear and establish for itself. For me. It is strangely the only thing some people know me by." Seon shut his eyes completely with another big sigh, shaking his head to himself.
Wyn—almost automatically, as if expecting it—welcomed Seon into his arms, his legs tangling with Seon's to wrap them together even more. "I wish only to have your care and attentiveness you've shown me in the short time we've been together," he offered, confused by the sudden lamentation about Seon's qualities. "My ears are plenty big enough for listening, and I'm certainly not talkative enough to warrant not listening to you." He nuzzled into Seon's hair and hummed, pensive.
Seon often spoke, and when they did, it always sounded important. Even if Wyn didn't think so, it had that sound. Like he should think so, that he should be listening deeply and considering. It made him wonder what kind of God he was. What did Seonastra represent to the Fae people? "Seon," he murmured slowly, trying to not come across as rude with his next question. "Love. I'm curious to know what sort of thing you symbolize and embody." Wyn hugged his God closer to his chest and absently kissed the top of their head. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, though."
Seon allowed this silence to fester for once, picking at his skull but still lying in it for Wyn's reaction and further opinion on he thought about himself.
"I symbolize the sense of self the Fae people have in themselves. I embody their pride and their gentleness, and their morals. Other than being the spectral God of Self, I create a safety net of Fae who want a philosophical living instead. My purpose is to think, to consider philosophically the Fae and their existence. I think of answers alongside them, digest all sorts of ideas and lament on the simplest of thoughts for them. The best way for me to think about it is talking about it. Many Gods, those who were hungry for physical possessions from their subjects. I certainly only wish for a tidbit of conversation. To hear of what they think of. This, in my opinion, is much more important than anything else. To truly learn why… hmm… why Fae think they exist. And among other things. Everything. I want to teach those who truly want to learn." He stayed completely still as he spoke, no shifting of discomfort signing for unsureness or discontent. Seonastra was sure of his position to that degree.
So that explains the excessive talking and slightly confusing subjects. Wyn combed Seon's hair with his fingers, thinking over his response and calculating his reaction. Subconsciously, perhaps, he had already known. Or simply suspected it'd be something along those lines. It made sense, and fit Seon perfectly. It fit all the musings and character trait topics. It fit the instinctual urge to pay attention to whatever the God was saying. And it just fit with Seon's personality as a whole. Now that he knew, he couldn't imagine anything else for his God.
"It's good," Wyn finally said, head slightly cocked to the side. "It's good that our people have that now. I know that people would find comfort in a God looking over their sense of self, to have the option of going to you for guidance in troubled times. And it could do quite a few some good to debate our purpose for existence. Some may find it to be helpful in figuring out what they wish to dedicate their lives to, and hopefully make some sort of helpful impact." Wyn smiled and closed his eyes, imagining a time where Seon was recognized and wanted by the Fae people. Accepted and embraced with open arms—and with Wyn back home, ready to help him unwind from a long day. Wishful thinking, but he could hope. "You'll do good. I know it."
Hopeful thinking that Seon did not share in. He knew of his purpose, settled deep within him. Unlike other students of Philosophy, he had this deepset destiny, stirring within his gall. He burned with the strife to achieve it, for if he didn't, he would die alongside the other Gods. Without the guidance of his parents, who were already much long gone, without knowing they were at least alive somewhere… There was simply no point anymore.
"I hope to make an impact. I hope to be a shoulder Fae can lean on when they feel as though they can't go on. I know I've felt that before. Yet strangely enough, I only truly had myself at the end of the day. So perhaps my purpose isn't as important as I think." Seon cuddled deeper against Wyn, tucking himself into his arms more snugly, his antlers scratching a minute amount at the ears of the Fae. "I think I am too tired to truly reflect on it right now. That is the worst thing about myself. I eventually need to sleep to process such complex situations, or else I'd get… strange. Hazy. That is not something my followers, no matter how small they are right now, need."
Wyn didn't know what to say to that. He wished he could reassure Seon that he didn't need to worry about his importance and impact. But he had exhausted every angle he knew how to approach the subject, and he was exhausted himself from spending so long awake. So Wyn pressed his face into Seon's hair, breathed in their scent, and hummed a soft and brief melody tune. "Then get some sleep, love. Tomorrow is a new night." A quick and tender kiss to the God's temple, then the Fae fell asleep snuggled into his God, grip on them never faltering, even while unconscious.
Waking up before Seon was surprising. Wyn had expected to sleep through them getting up and making him breakfast again. But here he was, eyes fluttering open, with an adorable sleeping God right in front of him. Wyn cradled his head in his arms, propped up on his pillow, and stared at Seon with a serene smile. He could get used to this. Really, he already was used to it. If Wyn had to go back to having the bed all to himself, he didn't think he'd be able to sleep. He'd miss Seon's warmth too much; he'd even miss being occasionally crushed from the God's weight.
It didn't take much for Seon to fall and stay asleep. His dreams were quiet and uneventful tonight, most unlike they've ever been before. Their skin over the night had slowly faded back into the light, neutral grey-blue, his soft hair a blanket of whitish silver that was still silky smooth under the type.
His breathing was even and smooth, audible to a listening ear with soft little snores upon the uptake. Eyelids shut over usually worried or expressively upset eyes, now made into the image of what Wyn loved to see. Relaxed hands on Wyn's chest, hugging him tentatively close, not completely wrapped around his shoulders.
The air itself seemed to stay still. As if the molecules were afraid of stirring the sleeping God, perhaps the last time they'd sleep so peacefully in a long while. The watchful eyes of Wyn did not awaken the natural body of Seon, truly letting Wyn hold him close and trusting him with the safety of his body. It seemed only fair at the end of the day, since Seon was Wyn's God. Wyn deserved to feel safe in the arms of his unsure God, but it was different when that same God was tucked so securely against him, snoozing in the moonlight.
Wyn sidled closer and, having woken up in a good and adventurous mood, nosed his way into the crook of Seon's neck, planting a small kiss right there. Three nights. Wyn has known Seon for three nights, and his life finally felt like everything clicked into place. How long had he gone, unknowingly lonely on a level deeper than a simple social life, unknowingly craving the attention and shared space of another person? How long had he been missing an important piece of his life? Wyn moved a fraction and kissed Seon again, distracting himself from his own thoughts.
His ears twitched slightly when soft footsteps attempted to tiptoe through the bedroom. Just as he shifted, preparing to roll over, a small body crawled into his bed and prodded at his back. "Aren," came the loud whisper. "Aren."
"Echa," he scolded, voice hushed and much quieter than the young Fae girl. Wyn carefully extracted himself from Seon, willing his movements to be undetected, and rolled over to face his sister. "What is it? Where's mum?"
"Mum's home," Echa whisper-yelled, gap-toothed grin blooming when she spotted her brother's pissy and tired face. As per usual, his sour moods did nothing to faze her. "She misses you! So do I. Da says you should make suppa." She leaned to the side, consequently elbowing him in the ribs, and eyed Seon. "Who's that?" Wyn was about to respond, but she interrupted him with a scandalized gasp. "Sleepover!"
"Echa, doll, shut up," Wyn hushed once more, ushering her out of the bed. She bounced off the bed with a soft thump, her brother rolling further over to see her off without actually getting out of bed. "Yes, sure, I'm having a sleepover. And an important part of that is sleeping, which my friend is trying to do." Her eyes lit up, knowing where this was going. Wyn smiled and held a finger to his lips, which she mimicked while bouncing on her heels. "Let's play the quiet game, yes? If you're quiet, I'll steal you a cookie from mum's stash."
Echa nodded, bouncing up and down, then dashed downstairs when Wyn shooed her off. She managed to stay quiet for all of thirty seconds before a soft crash of her bumping into something echoed through the house, her tiny "Oops," soon following. Wyn sighed and rolled onto his back, an arm draping across his eyes.
Seon slept through the not-so-whispery voice of the child, truly just exhausted in his own right from carrying such heavy weights around for what felt like his whole life. His hands curled up in the cloth of Wyn's shirt, gripping him close like a conduit of his comfort and trust. He hadn't moved at all, instead somehow drew closer, completely tucked up and allowing Wyn's weight to fall against him.
Well, unfortunately until that was broken. Wyn unwove himself, hoping to not wake the sleeping boy, but slowly lapsed him from his slumber instead. Each movement used to move away woke and jostled Seon's conscious, his movements of stirring natural with the movements of the bed and Wyn. Seon chased after that warmth, following the Fae and burying his face into his shoulder. Again, until that crash. Seon startled with a soft noise, raising his nose, eyes half-closed with a tired huffing sigh.
"Too loud," Seon rumbled heavily, his jaw feeling magnetic and stiff. He wrapped his arms back around Wyn, rubbing his head back into his shoulders and neck. He wasn't able to go back to bed after that, but at least he'd be able to get some semblance of cuddles before Wyn got too annoyed.
Wyn startled slightly at Seon's weight dropping into his shoulder, the arm over his eyes lifting to peer down at the God before falling back down around their neck, fingers burying into Seon's hair and idly petting him. "Hey, sorry," he whispered. Wyn nearly did the customary "I didn't mean to wake you," but that took talking, and he didn't feel like bothering the comfortable quiet even more than he and Echa had already done. Instead, he twisted his body further into Seon's body with a hum and closed his eyes. He might fall back asleep, he might not. It didn't really matter to him either way.
The remains of his muddled dreams resurfaced as he tilted back and forth on the razor's edge of consciousness. They told of stories of chained Gods and nights spent huddled up with Seon. He saw hundreds of kisses shared between them. Goodnight kisses and good morning kisses—which Wyn would refuse to give until their teeth were thoroughly cleaned. Kisses they exchanged in passing, and heated sessions in times of passion. He saw Seon walking up to him out of the blue just for cuddles, and him openly returning the affection. He saw them together, and in the hazy veil of slumber, he felt ready.
And even now, when he knew he wasn't ready, he had a feeling it wouldn't take long before he was.
Seon relaxed there, eyes closed and held in some perfect harmony between the two modes of his exceptional brain. One buzzed for him to rise to his feet, to start his last day among civilization. Wyn probably didn't consciously know it, but Seon was itching to leave. He wanted to leave close to the sun rising, when the Fae were slinking away into their shadowy hovels of warmth, for a restful slumber, content in their more muted, unquestionable lives.
The other side fought this idea. The other wanted to remain, to rest his head in this warmth and solace for just a few hours longer, his chest melting in rhythm with Wyn to make that calm again. Sleep teased him with the soothing pets to his skull, small brushes against his long antlers, just barely keeping him alive and floundering in the darkness of unconsciousness.
Seon shifted his head, letting his head lol back and rising one of his hands to rub at his eyes, getting rid of a few sleep crystals stuck in his eyes.
"Who was the young one I heard? I assume she is related to you in some way?" Seon's voice was crackly and tired, somehow deeper than his usual voice and slurred heavily. This sleepy voice was somehow seductive on the God in some way. Pleasing to the ear.
