Cooing softly, winter nuzzled against Hex's shoulder. "That sounds boring.
Science is all numbers and things, and medicine has strange smells- there
are no flowers or feathers at all."
"Well, I don't actually know anything about it, but it doesn't sound fun,"
Winter huffed, wriggling and squirming until he was even closer to Hex.
"You were upset when I was playing with your things before. I apologize. I
can't help it though- Pixies are nosy by nature."
"The way mortals need to label their love baffles me," Winter replied,
bouncing a bit more, then sitting again.
Winter trusted Hex enough now that he didn't move away from the touch.
"A go at what?" he asked innocently, unfamiliar with the turn of phrase.
"A...go. You know. Have sex," he said, awkward in the face of Winter's
obvious innocence. He felt like a brute. Like he had no right to touch
something so light and pure.
There was just something in the way Winter said that that made Hex really,
really stop. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or the look on his eyes or
the slope of his shoulders. All that, or none of it.
Hex rolled a little, moving away.
"Again?" he asked. "W-what happened before?"
"My master, Aspid- He used to touch me that way. I didn't like it, but I
was his, I had no say. ...Now I am free though. I can say no if I want,"
Winter said quietly.
"Oh my god," Hex said softly, easing way just a little bit more. "If I'd
known I'd have never even put you in a position to need to say no. I'm
sorry, Winter. I...I'm sorry."
"Why? You did no harm. I am here by choice," Winter peeped, looking puzzled
and laying down.
Everything for Hex, when it came to sex at least, revolved around
permission and consent. He couldn't think of anything more vile that
breaking someone's trust by doing anything without permission or consent.
"It's just...me. Just a mortal thing, I reckon," he said, not really
wanting to talk about Winter's suffering, nor his own hangups. He was
horrified at the very thought that Winter had been a slave. And a slave
like...well, not the sort of slaves he knew about.
Winter made a soft cooing sound, wriggling his way closer to Hex again and
"Mortals are so odd," he said again, yawning loudly and searching for the
covers. "We should sleep, Hex. Let's not invite nightmares by speaking of
"That's a good idea, love," he replied softly, delicately putting his
strong arms around the small pixie and he held on lightly. "Sleep well."