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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[phouka]

"I would like that very much, Winter Wisp," Phouka replied. "But...I cannot make myself small enough for a mushroom. Do you have a potion?"

[winter_wisp]

"If you make yourself a raven we can fly through wonderland and get you the right mushroom," Winter replied. "My potions only make you bigger, and you are very tall already, my Phouka."

[phouka]

"I will gladly turn to a raven," Phouka smiled. "And I will chase you through Wonderland all the way home."

[winter_wisp]

Winter grinned at that, a slightly feral and impish flash of teeth.

"I would like that very much," he grinned, closing his eyes and rolling his shoulders as he freed his wings and stretched them wide- All as he slowly shrank.

[phouka]

Phouka shrank as well, disappearing inside his clothes and emerging a sleek raven with glossy black feathers and a sharp beak. Most of the time he could not be understood unless he was in his man-form but Winter understood the songs of birds. Even the rasping caw of a raven.

"Through the mirror, little one?" he asked, hopping about on the floor. He loved bouncing, and he flapped his wings experimentally.

[winter_wisp]

Winter stepped closer, stroking the bird's head.

"Yes, that would be best," he smiled, taking off and leading the way.

They exited the mortal realm and found themselves right in the middle of Wonderland, lands winter knew well now and easily navigated, leading the way to the best mushroom patch and landing gracefully.

"You will only need very little," he noted. "Just a bite."

[phouka]

Phouka pecked and tore and broke off a bite. Then he got it in his beak and gobbled it down. Moments later the raven became the size of a chickadee and he hopped and fluttered into the air.

"Now take me home, my favourite," he cawed. "I want to see where you live."

[winter_wisp]

Winter grinned, enjoying how small the Phouka had become, then nodded.

Taking flight, he zoomed off towards the village. It was well hidden, and as he guided them along they were greeted by other pixies. Each one unique.

Winter's home was little more than a mushroom outside. However, the inside was furnished with handcrafted and enchanted pieces, and even had a tiny kitchen.

"I designed it all by myself," Winter said proudly. "Do you like it?"

[phouka]

Phouka hopped around, taking it all in. And then with a shiver of magic he became a man again, still taller than Winter but quite small himself. And because he'd changed from animal to man he was stark naked.

"I like it very much. It is a fine home, one you should take pride in," he said with a smile.

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled and blushed again, though nudity was nothing odd to a pixie- Even one who'd lived as Winter had.

"And look, it's tidy! I cleaned before I came to visit," he said proudly.

[phouka]

"I like it very much. It is quite different from our mortal world home," he replied. "I would like to know the things you hold dear."

[winter_wisp]

Winter grinned, catching hold of the Phouka's hand and leading him over to a tiny trunk, full of Winter's favoured treasures. From shiny coins to rocks that sort of looked like cats.

"This is my treasure chest," he said proudly.

[phouka]

"And such treasures," Phouka marveled, picking out a piece of broken automobile glass that was a perfect cube. He admired it then gently put it back. "I have never had a treasure chest. I have never had anything to call my own but clothing. Even the things in the flat belong to the prince."

[winter_wisp]

Winter frowned at that, not liking it one bit, and he dug through his chest until he found a stone with amethyst rippling through it that he had always thought looked like a heart... Or a bum if he was feeling rude. It was nearly as big as the pixie's hand, and he held it out in offering.

[phouka]

"For me?" he asked, smiling a little and then quite a bit more. He took the stone and examined it, then looked to Winter again. "I will start my own treasure box and this shall be the first thing in it."

[winter_wisp]

Winter smiled brightly at that, nodding and bouncing just a bit.

"I will help you find many more treasures," he promised, grinning as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

[phouka]

The Phouka hugged the stone to his chest before putting it aside so he could sit beside Winter.

"You are so kind to me," he said warmly. "I hope you find me kind as well."

[winter_wisp]

"You are very kind to me, Phouka," Winter assured him, ducking his head and fussing with the duvet. "You protect me, and you are... You are patient with me."

He glanced over then, nervous but sure.

"You don't have to be patient any more though.

[phouka]

"I will no longer be patient, but I will be tender," he promised. "You are my favourite and I do not wish you to be upset even the slightest. If you need a moment you need but tell me. Do you promise to say so if you need to?"

[winter_wisp]

Winter fidgeted a little, then nodded.

"I promise. I will tell you if I'm afraid or the memories creep back in," he promised, the joy and playfulness fading for a moment, offering a glimpse at a side of Winter that was rarely seen. Something more honest than the outbursts and silliness, a more raw version of himself that he kept carefully guarded.

Winter had been harmed, physically and emotionally, for most of his life- It was hardly shocking that he might spend most of his time using his more fun and frivolous traits as a shield.

[phouka]

Phouka took hold of his face and kissed him then, tender sweetness in his soft lips. He kissed away the fears, kissed away the memories. He wanted Winter to know he'd made a good decision...and if that decision changed then the Phouka would be happy as he'd been, simply holding the little pixie.

"Winter, sweet," he whispered softly. "I do love you."

[winter_wisp]

Winter cooed happily, and his wings fluttered as he returned the kiss eagerly.

Love. He liked that word. He liked how it felt.

"I love you too, my Phouka," he gasped.

[phouka]

Phouka's hand crept up Winter's thigh to his hip where he held on. He savoured the sweet kisses and then pulled away.

"Perhaps you should lay on top of me for a while. I do not want to crush your wings," he suggested.

[winter_wisp]

"They are uncrushable!" Winter grinned, his wings shooting out and going rigid. "I will do as you wish anyway though," he added, happily climbing atop the Phouka.

[phouka]

Phouka held onto him and fell back at an angle onto the the bed, pulling Winter down on top of him.

"You are uncrushable," he said, admiration in his eyes as he looked at Winter. His cock began to stiffen with just that little bit of friction and contact.