Phouka

[winter_wisp]

Winter's colour was slowly returning to him, and his wings were still weak, but were starting to shine once more. He slept often, and for long stretches of time, but it was clear he was slowly mending.

...It was also clear that being kept inside was driving the little pixie mad. He craved sunlight and the kiss of the moon, and he'd taken to spending much of his time pressed against the window looking sad. More so today than ever, since Willy and Fin were out and about. Something to do with Fin's 'work', that was all he'd been told, and he'd blown a raspberry at their backs as the pair had left, then wasted the morning gazing out the window.

"Phouka," he said, whining just a little. "I am bored- The mortal's home is so dull. Give me my potion so I will be tall, and we can go and have hot chocolate in the park," he grinned.

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[winter_wisp]

"I would enjoy that very much," Winter replied, letting himself be drawn closer. "I look forward to it, Phouka. Very much."

[phouka]

"Very much?" he repeated with a smile, fitting himself against Winter tightly. Phouka took hold of the pixie's delicate face and moved in. But rather than kiss him he only rubbed his nose against the little one's and ghosted their lips across one another to share breath.

[winter_wisp]

Winter let out a tiny gasp, then smiled as he leaned in to steal a small kiss.

"Very much," he said again. "Very, very much."

This all felt a bit naughty, and he wondered what Willy would think if he could see them- But Winter liked being naughty- just a little, and though his cheeks were pink, he kissed Phouka once more.

[phouka]

The Phouka had no agenda and he made no assumptions. He wa quite content to enjoy Winter in any way the little pixie was willing to share himself. The fae enjoyed intimacy and contact, quite a lot, but he never demanded anything. He simply took pleasure as it came to him. Sometimes that was the warmth of the sun on his hair or a butterfly tickling his nose. And sometime, some very fortunate times, that pleasure took the form of kisses and delicate fingers and sodt cooing sounds that pleased his ear.

"You enchant me, Winter Wisp," the Phouka whispered softly. "You are a delight."

[winter_wisp]

"I am," Winter agreed happily, tired and weak wings fluttering just a little at that.

He kissed Phouka again, then once more. He wasn't certain he was bold enough to try anything more than this, yet, but he did like this kissing bits. The kissing bits were lovely.

[phouka]

Phouka's tongue flicked out to taste him, licking at his lips as if they were coated in honey. Large hands held Winter's slender waist and the guard smiled to himself at the reply.

"Do you not have kind words for me as well?" he asked.

[winter_wisp]

"Do you want my words, or another kiss?" Winter asked, smiling softly. "I could tell you that your touch makes my heart flutter, or that your lips are like the sweetest cream- Or I could just..."

He leaned in and kissed Phouka once again, letting it linger then.

[phouka]

Phouka moaned softly then, the words and kiss working together to make his head spin. He pulled Winter down. Down. Down into the sea of blankets with the pillow looming huge above them. Being so small in the gigantic bed was rather delightful.

"Lay with me," he whispered, coaxing the little one to lay down, to lay on him.

[winter_wisp]

Suddenly Winter's smile faded, and he pulled away, looking unsure and uneasy as he wrapped his wigs around himself.

"No more," he said quietly, not upset, but simply struggling to let things continue right now. "I think I want to go back to the mortal's home now."

[phouka]

"Of course, primrose. If that is your wish," he said softly. Phouka moved away just a bit.

[winter_wisp]

"Thank you, Phouka," Winter said simply and softly.

[phouka]

Phouka took no offense to the fact that Winter wanted to stop. He simply moved away a bit and his glamour shifted so he could become large once again. And once he was large he was also dressed in a fine gold silk shirt and burgundy brocade waistcoat. His black trousers were fitted and his boots had a high shine.

"Would you like something fine to wear before we go?" he asked as he smoothed his hair into place.

[winter_wisp]

"Please," Winter chirped, folding his wings neatly and standing up straight. "I would like that very much."

[phouka]

Phouka smiled and nodded and with a wiggle of his fingers Winter was dressed in somber court finery. The black worked well with the pale pixie's colour. The fabrics were rich and perfumed with spice and flowers.

"You look lovely," the fae said. "Come, we will step through the mirror and be in Finlay's flat."

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked pleased with his new clothes, then nodded, waiting to be lifted off the bed since his wings were too weak to carry him still.

[phouka]

The Phouka carefully picked him up and cradled him close. The creature's heartbeat was steady and loud as he held Winter to his chest.

The mirror in the corner of the room in the cottage was large and all it took was a pass of his hand and he stepped through into Fin's bedroom. The mirror behind them rippled and then became solid once again.

"And we are home. What is your pleasure now, primrose? Food? Rest? Music or telly?" he asked.

[winter_wisp]

"I am hungry, Phouka. Let's feast and enjoy one another's company while we watch telly," Winter suggested cheerfully. "Do I have plenty potion left? I can take more and be large again, if you'd like."

[phouka]

"You should save your potion. I am quite comfortable making myself pixie-sized," he said as he took Winter to the kitchen so he could prepare a feast of bread and fruit, honey and cheese and other delights.

[winter_wisp]

Winter wandered around on the counter, watching Phouka work with curious and bright eyes.

"Fae Willy said my magic may never return," he said after a moment. "Do you think that's true?" he asked.

[phouka]

"It is possible. The wizard's spell was quite awful," Phouka replied. "Have you given thought to what life may be like as one without magic?"

[winter_wisp]

"Terrible," Winter said softly. "It would be the worst thing ever, Phouka. I do not want to live without magic in my blood."

[phouka]

"Then we will trust to hope that the wizard Ebenhard's potion will restore you," Phouka said. "I see glimpses of magic, in between times of fatigue. I think you will not be completely without magic."

But he thought that might be even worse, to have a small taste but be hindered. He wasn't sure he could live like that.

[winter_wisp]

"I miss flying," Winter confessed. "If I must live without magic, I hope my wings at least heal. I would love to fly with you, Phouka. I will dream of it nightly until I can."

[phouka]

"If you like I could become a raven and take you to the clouds," the Phouka offered. Raven was not his prefered form, but it was a possibility.

[winter_wisp]

"No. I want to beat my own wings and soar high," Winter said, spreading his arms and closing his eyes. "When I fly again, it will be because I can. Not because someone has enabled me to."

He smiled then, pleased at the thought of flying high once again, then let his arms drop back to rest at his sides as his eyes opened once more.

"We will have such adventures, Phouka. Just wait and see."