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tempting_the_fates) wrote2025-06-10 03:43 am
tempting_the_fates) wrote2025-06-10 03:43 am
Nyx + Willy
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.
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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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.
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"You are too kind, Nyx," Willy said gently, setting his bowl down. "You owe me nothing...though I appreciate everything."
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"I do owe you," Nyx assured him. "I'm reckless, without you I'd be dead or in a dungeon somewhere."
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"Do you think so?" he asked. "Without me, perhaps you might return to the homelands," he suggested.
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"Don't want to," Nyx said, pouting a bit.
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"I do," he sighed softly, staring into the fire.
"Sometimes I fear you feel trapped in this world," he confessed.
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"I'm not trapped, I'm free," Nyx said softly. "I get to do as I please."
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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.
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"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."
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Willy slipped his arm around him.
"Bare," was his only addition.
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"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?"
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"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.
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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.
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He played gently, a soft tune to bid the night farewell. He had a rich voice that cut to the very heart. He let the string fade on their own before he finished and put the instrument away.
"To bed," he decided, standing and giving a big stretch that cracked his shoulders and back.
"Tsstss, to bed," he shooed Nyx with a kind smile.
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Nyx grinned, giggling a little, the blanket still wrapped around him as he stumbled into the caravan and into bed.
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Willy followed after, stripped bare at the foot of the bed and crawled in with him. He squirmed and wriggled and finally settled close to feel as much of Nyx against him as he could.
"No palace bed could compare to this," he sighed happily, kissing Nyx where he could reach.
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Nyx nodded a bit, purring to himself as he curled up closer and held on tighter. Just a little, just enough that Will could really feel it.
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Once Nyx was settled, Willy buried his face in the nymph's hair and breathed him in. Outside the caravan the nightbirds called and the wind rustled the trees, but in their bed it was warm and safe as any nest.
"Try to sleep, little bird," he whispered.
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"Not tired," Nyx insisted, even though he clearly was. "Talk to me, tell me things," the nymph said softly.
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"Not tired? Then let me tell you a tale," Willy replied, taking a breath.
"Once, there was an elf price. The most beautiful, with hair the colour of silver moonlight and eyes as black as obsidian. Our prince one day decided he was bored of all the delights of the palace and set out into the wylds to seek pleasure. First, he found a sprite who offered him mushrooms of all colours of the rainbow. He ate them and opened his mind to the many pleasures of the world..."
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Nyx listened, slowly drifting off with his head on Willy's chest. When he woke it was early, and he gave the other fae a cheeky little bite.
"Wake up," he whispered.
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Willy groaned and hummed, rolling away in protest of being torn from his dreams. But he was awake and rolled back to find Nyx to hold him in this waking world.
"The night was too short," he grumbled.
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"We've nowhere to be, it can be night as long as we like," Nyx purred, nuzzling at Will's shoulder.
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"Mmm, but we do beneath the moon would make the sun blush," he grinned, grabbing onto Nyx and rolling him on top so Willy could look up at him.
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Nyx laughed, letting Will roll them and happily perching on him.
"I wonder if I'll ever make you blush like the sun."
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