Willy

[winter_wisp]

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.

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[winter_wisp]

"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."

[phouka]

"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.

[winter_wisp]

Winter beamed at that news, glowing- Quite literally- As he held the Phouka tighter.

[phouka]

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.

[winter_wisp]

"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."

[phouka]

"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."

[winter_wisp]

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."

[phouka]

"Stay here all winter? Cocooned like butterflies waiting for spring?" he chuckled. "We could do just that."

[winter_wisp]

"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.

[phouka]

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.

[winter_wisp]

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.

[phouka]

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.

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked apologetic, then worried.

"Oh Phouka! I'm so sorry! Winter squeaked, shocked by what he'd done. "Please, let me help."

[phouka]

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.

[winter_wisp]

"No, but I have learned some healing magic- Enough to heal this," the pixie replied. "Lay down, let me see, Phouka."

[phouka]

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.

[winter_wisp]

"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.

[phouka]

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."

[winter_wisp]

Winter smiled brightly at that, nodding.

"My powers are much stronger now that I may use them as I please," he nodded,

[phouka]

Phouka walked his fingers up Winters thigh, step step step up his body to touch his face.

"You are remarkable," he said. "One day your captivity will be only a sour memory."

[winter_wisp]

"i hope you are right," Winter smiled, catching Phouka's hand, then squeezing it lightly. "His shadow looms, and it's cold."

[phouka]

He held Winter's hand tightly for a moment and then brought it to his lips. "I know," the Phouka said. "I am ever aware he is over your shoulder at all times. But I would like the chance to give you new memories. And I am not cold."

[winter_wisp]

"No, you're very warm, Phouka," Winter smiled. "The warmest."

[phouka]

"I would share my warmth with you whenever you would like, my dear. Whenever you are ready," he said softly.

[winter_wisp]

Winter wanted to be ready now. He wanted to pull the Phouka closer, to share his body with him- But he knew he wasn't. He knew by the way his hands trembled and his gut twisted.

"I hope I am ready very soon," he whispered.