Nyx + Willy

[tempting_the_fates]

The wagon didn't look very large, but magic was deceptive that way. The horses had been fed and tethered for the night, still grazing near the camp as the sun went down. A fire nearby was cooking something, the soft glow showing off the colours of the painted wagon that had been parked nearby. It wasn't much to look at, with its tatty curtains and chipped paint, but inside was nice, with a plush bed that didn't seem like it should fit, and rich velvet bedding.

Nyx was sitting just a bit too close to the fire, a slice of veg charring on a stick over the flame, beside a pot of something filling and warm. Potato soup, most likely- Maybe with a bit of leek.

"Did you see that man before, the one that was headed into town? He had a nice watch. I'd like a watch, I think," the nymph said, even though he had no need to tell time, and never seemed to wear things that had pockets to hold a pocket watch.

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[tempting_the_fates]

"I made soup," Nyx said, nodding at the pot. "Potato and leek. You like that one, don't you?"

He gave Will a quick kiss on the cheek, then got up to check the soup was ready.

[willysilver]

"You made soup?" Willy replied, not only lighting up, but also getting up.

It was one of his favourites, and the reason he would say he kept Nyx around if anyone asked.

"We shall feast tonight," he smiled. "I have bread and butter put away in the larder."

[tempting_the_fates]

"No cake though," Nyx said, pretending to sulk. Still, he joined Willy by the fire so they could enjoy some soup and bread.

"Cold tonight," he complained. "Should be warmer by now, don't you think?"

[willysilver]

"By now? Yes. Don't be fooled, soon we will be sleeping bare, begging for a breeze," he smiled.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I like that though, bare, under the stars, together," the nymph purred happily.

[willysilver]

He couldn't deny that he liked it as well, though he did have an appreciation for a decent bed.

"would you prefer bare under stars, or bare beneath furs and silks?" he asked as he produced the bread and butter to have with the soup. "I think I would choose furs."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I want to lay wherever you lay," Nyx said simply, taking some bread and dipping it in his soup.

[willysilver]

"Iiiii...want to lay in a fine bed with linen sheets and down pillows. With silk draperies to close us in. Like at a palace," he mused, enjoying his own dinner.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx tried to not look hurt when Will didn't seem bothered if he was there or not, humming and returning his attention to his meal.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll go into town by myself."

[willysilver]

"I doubt our bed is in the next town," he sighed. "The king never stops when he travels north so there will be no finery for us."

He took a big bite and savoured it.

"No palace bed could warm me like your cooking," he decided.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx glanced over, then back down at his soup. "It's just soup," he said quietly.

[willysilver]

"It is," he agreed with a nod. 'But your cooking is better than any conjuring. I can tell the difference."

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx looked at him a moment, then shrugged.

"You look after me, you deserve to be fed," he said quietly, almost sounding shy about it.

[willysilver]

"You are too kind, Nyx," Willy said gently, setting his bowl down. "You owe me nothing...though I appreciate everything."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I do owe you," Nyx assured him. "I'm reckless, without you I'd be dead or in a dungeon somewhere."

[willysilver]

"Do you think so?" he asked. "Without me, perhaps you might return to the homelands," he suggested.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Don't want to," Nyx said, pouting a bit.

[willysilver]

"I do," he sighed softly, staring into the fire.

"Sometimes I fear you feel trapped in this world," he confessed.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I'm not trapped, I'm free," Nyx said softly. "I get to do as I please."

[willysilver]

That small reassurance brought a smile to the sidhe's lips.

"I am happy I please you," he said, turning to look at him and admire him in the firelight.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You do more than that," Nyx assured him, finishing his soup and cleaning up with a bit of magic.

Making his way over, he sat next to Will and leaned into him.

"Tonight we can have a plush bed and blankets, cozy in the caravan."

[willysilver]

Willy slipped his arm around him.

"Bare," was his only addition.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Agreed," Nyx said. "Have you had enough to eat?" he asked, glancing over. "There's fruit left from the other day. Apples, pears... I could fetch one for you?"

[willysilver]

"No, little bird, my belly is full. Douse the fire and I will play 7s a lullaby before bed," he told him warmly, then fetched his guitar to play.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx nodded, using his magic to put out the fire, then heading into the caravan to make sure the bed was ready for them to turn in later.

He liked when Willy played, and he returned with a blanket around his shoulders as he sat back down.