Winter Wisp (
winter_wisp) wrote2015-11-21 06:16 pm
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Willy
He'd not sent word he was coming, so he hadn't been surprised to find no sign of anyone home the first night he'd stopped by, but the day after he'd happily tried again, knocking lightly on the familiar door and whistling happily.
He'd missed Willy and the Phouka. He may have even missed the blind mortal a bit as well- However, his new life with his own kind had done wonders for the pixie. Time moved so differently there, and Winter almost looked like an adult now. Older, and slightly calmer too.
His hair had gone from shock white to a pile of red and brown curls, and his skin was ever so slightly sunkissed and pink, rather than pearly white. Changes brought on from living so deep in the woods.
"Willy Silver, Willy Silver, open your door!" Winter sang happily.
He'd missed Willy and the Phouka. He may have even missed the blind mortal a bit as well- However, his new life with his own kind had done wonders for the pixie. Time moved so differently there, and Winter almost looked like an adult now. Older, and slightly calmer too.
His hair had gone from shock white to a pile of red and brown curls, and his skin was ever so slightly sunkissed and pink, rather than pearly white. Changes brought on from living so deep in the woods.
"Willy Silver, Willy Silver, open your door!" Winter sang happily.
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"Then I will share your pillow all night," Winter decided, rolling closer and grinning brightly.
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Phouka slipped his arm over Winter's waist and held on so he couldn't roll away. Their faces were just inches from each other and Phouka searched the pixie's eyes for a sign of fear or hesitation. Then he closed them and gave Winter a soft, innocent kiss on the lips.
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Winter had missed that kiss very much, and he made a happy sound as he wiggled closer to return it properly.
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"Oh, you are sweet," Phouka sighed against his lips, kissing him again, tongue flicking to taste his lips but not begging entrance. If Winter wanted to deepen it he would have to take that step. Phouka wasn't about to push the pixie into anything that might upset him. THe old dog was quite aware of how cruelly he'd been treated by Aspid and he never wanted to be equated with the wizard in Winter's mind.
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Winter gladly parted his lips in offering, his own tongue eager to taste the Phouka.
Small hands explored warm skin, still shy, still noticeably inexperienced, but curious and eager,
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Phouka was quite experienced and gladly kissed Winter more deeply, humming soft appreciation for the way the pixie eagerly touched him. His own hands returned the caresses, smoothing over Winter's body to feel how he had changed and grown more mature.
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"You are so lovely Phouka," Winter sighed happily between kisses. "i don't care what fae Willy says, I'm glad I've shared my bed with no one since you."
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"I have not been with anyone either. Well, sometimes I share sleep with willy and Fin, but that is only sleep and often I am my dog self," he chuckled. Then he dove into kissing Winter again, this time rolling a little so he was half on Winter to keep the squirming pixie in place.
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Winter beamed at that news, glowing- Quite literally- As he held the Phouka tighter.
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Every faerie's magic was a bit different and Phouka relished Winter's show of happiness. That he glowed made the guard smile against his mouth.
"Oh, my precious, do I make you so happy?" he asked, moving to kiss Winter's throat and neck.
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"Yes!" Winter said, smiling brightly and wiggling again- Not trying to get away, but simply over excited and fidgety. "You bring joy that is pure and bright."
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"Mmm, you make me so very happy, too," he replied, kissing lower to trace the shape of Winter's collarbone. "And you are so sweet. Fruits and mint and honey. You are a feast."
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It tickled, and winter giggled softly, toying with the Phouka's hair and letting out soft and content little sighs.
"We should build a fort and live only in this bed."
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"Stay here all winter? Cocooned like butterflies waiting for spring?" he chuckled. "We could do just that."
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"I like forts," Winter smiled, that youthful pixie nature persistent despite his growth. "I like cocoons too," he grinned, sitting up enough to spread his wings, then wrapping them around them both. The tips were sharp as cut diamonds, but Winter was careful not to harm the Phouka.
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The touch of Winter's wings made him close his eyes and gasp a bit.
"Oh," he sighed, growing hard against Winter's thigh. He could hardly help himself from the reaction, though he all but ignored it in favor of kissing the pixie again.
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Winter adored the Phouka, but he was still a somewhat skittish creature. the sudden feeling of his erection caused him to gasp, his wings withdrawing so fast that the tip of one left a tiny gash on the Phouka's back.
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Phouka his but moved away. "I am sorry. I apologize profusely, Winter, dear."
He could feel blod oozing up in the gash and the tickle of it dripping down his back. He willed it to heal but it was a slow process. His magic was unlike that of the prince or even Winter. He was a shapeshifter and little more.
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Winter looked apologetic, then worried.
"Oh Phouka! I'm so sorry! Winter squeaked, shocked by what he'd done. "Please, let me help."
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Phouka nodded. It was not a mortal wound but it certainly did hurt. He was not above pain.
"Do you have a potion?" he asked, unsure of what Winter may have brought with him.
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He moved then, laying on his belly so Winter could see his back. Healing magic always felt so good- he had been treated many times. He closed his eyes and waited.
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"It's cold," Winter warned. "I can't help it, even after being in the woods so long, a lot of my magic still has a frosty edge to it."
He traced the cut gently with the tip of his finger, tiny crystals forming along side the wound, stitching skin together, then fading away slowly.
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To the Phouka it felt hot, the ice burning the wound as it brought it back together. And then the burn did fade to a chill and he knew it would not even scar. He twisted then, rolling onto his side to look at Winter. And he smiled.
"You are much stronger. Far more powerful now that you have grown."
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Winter smiled brightly at that, nodding.
"My powers are much stronger now that I may use them as I please," he nodded,
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