Phouka

[winter_wisp]

Winter slunk back to Phouka's flat, still sulking a little and shrinking himself down so he could play.

He wasn't sure where Phouka was, and so he made himself at home, building a little nest from discarded socks and the Phouka's pillow in the middle of the bed. He still had the tablet he'd acquired when he'd first come to London, and small hands easily found Netflix and something entertaining to watch. Zombies no longer appealed, and so he settled on a show about mortals who worked in a police station.

He sat happily with a bag of sunflower seeds and a small bottle of pop that was nearly as tall as he was, trying not to think too much about his chat with Willy.

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[winter_wisp]

"Then we will remain close always," Winter decided, taking Phouka's hand and lacing their fingers together.

[phouka]

Phouka looked at their hands and smiled slowly. So very slowly.

"Always. Always you will be mine and I will be yours," he said.

[winter_wisp]

Winter cooed happily at that, smiling and touching the Phouka's cheek.

"You are good to me, Phouka." he said softly.

[phouka]

"You are good to me as well, Winter Wisp. You treat me as more than a servant and guardian. The first who ever has," he replied. Certainly mortals had, but that was simply because they knew no better and he did not tell them what he was.

[winter_wisp]

"You are more," Winter replied simply. "You are wonderful and kind, you are beautiful and smart. You are many things outside your role."

[phouka]

"You make me feel I am," he said, his dark eyes searching the merry light in Winter's. "I love you, my pixie. I truly do."

[winter_wisp]

"We will share our love then," Winter smiled. "Mine and yours."

[phouka]

"We will share a love, share a home...oh, Winter, you make me so happy. You make me so very happy," he said, catching Winter's face and closing the distance to kiss him deeply. The power of his feelings nearly overwhelmed him and his kiss reflected the immensity of it all.

[winter_wisp]

winter giggled, bright and cheerful, returning the kiss and then pulling away slowly.

"Are you hungry, Phouka? My stomach is empty, it growls with hunger."

[phouka]

"What? Eat? How can I eat when I am satisfied by your kisses? I could live off the sweetness of your lips forever," he said, stealing another kiss. Then he pulled away. "I would very much like a pizza."

[winter_wisp]

"There is no pizza in the forest," Winter giggled. "Only fruit and berries... Though we can go home already, if you like."

[phouka]

"I do not want to go to the mortal world just for pizza. It is simply one thing I will miss when I return home," he said, kissing Winter again and again. He could hardly get enough of the taste of him. "I will eat berries and be happy."

[winter_wisp]

"And I will kiss the juice from off your lips," Winter grinned deviously.

[phouka]

"I would enjoy that very much," he replied, his eyes shining. "Do you have clothes I might wear? I do not wish to walk naked in the forest."

[winter_wisp]

'Yes!" Winter chirped, pointing at a small chest of drawers, carved out from a scrap of wood he'd found.

[phouka]

The Phouka rose, his election still standing at attention. He crossed to the drawers and peeked inside.

Pixie clothes.

He mourned the lack of jewel tones and selected a pair of trousers, but when he held them up they were clearly too small. Instead, Phouka selected a skirt and an oversized jumper. And quick as that, he was dressed.

The skirt and his election did not pair well.

[winter_wisp]

Winter still didn't fully understand the mortal ideas of gender, and so when he dressed he pulled on a dress like item with special slits cut for his wings.

"Come!" he grinned, taking off and fluttering out of his home.

[phouka]

"Not so fast!" Phouka called as he hurried after Winter. "If you wanted me to fly too I should not have bothered with the clothes."

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled, flying back and dancing around the Phouka.

"Keep up, keep up!" he grinned.

[phouka]

Phouka began to run, reaching to catch Winter's ankle as he flew above and ahead of him. Deeper into the forest they went and Phouka smelled the green and the rich earth and felt as is he'd come home.

"Where is the food?" he asked, spying some brambles, though the blackberries looked as if they'd mostly been picked off.

[winter_wisp]

"There are blue berries up ahead!" Winter sang. "And a tree full of oranges. We could share one!"

[phouka]

Phouka kept running, not growing winded, not even breaking a sweat. He could run for hours an never tire if he needed to.

"Feed me, little one," he teased. "Feed me with your own fingers..."

[winter_wisp]

"I will!" Winter sang, plucking a berry and fluttering back down to Phouka as he held it out in offering. It was as big as an apple to them.

[phouka]

Phouka considered the fruit for a moment and then opened his mouth wide and took a bite. Juice popped out and dripped from his chin. The berry was sweet and ripe and perfect.

"Almost as satisfying as pizza," he said happily.

[winter_wisp]

Winter pulled a face at that, because that was certainly not true. It was lovely though. ...Just no where as delicious as a hot mortal dish of bread and melted cheese.