One-On-One anyone? (CLOSED)

Fae gave into defeat. "At least let me make you a vine hammock."

Farron sighed a little but nodded, “Fine… if it’ll make you feel better…”

Fae got to work, weaving a vine hammock with her hands, making it look as though she was creating art in midair.

Farron watched on in awe, his own magic twisting lazily and slowly round his fingers. Small patterns of black spread up his skin over the left side of his face.

Fae was finished, and the hammock was clearly big enough for two. She helped Farron into the hammock before putting up three shields: 2 water and 1 fire. She put one water shield up so that the fire wouldn't spread any unnecessary heat into the forest. She put the fire one up because The Doctor hates fire. The put the other water one up so that they wouldn't get the heat from the fire, and so that Farron wouldn't be burned.

Farron closed his eyes when he was comfortable in the hammock. He really shouldn't have done so many jumps so quickly in a short amount of time. The patterns had spread, feeling cold against his skin but he didn't mind that much.

Fae snuggled into the hammock next to Farron, her red and orange hair glowing faintly. "What if he finds me? I don't want to g back."

Farron sighed and put an arm around Fae, "He won't find you. I'll do everything I can to make sure he doesn't fine you. Even if I have to hide you in another dimension."

"Silly human. Other dimensions don't exist," Fae laughed. "I've checked."

"You sure about that?" Farron teased.

"Yes…..I'm…..sure……" Fae trailed off, falling asleep.

Farron smiled a little, pressing a kiss to Fae’s head before falling asleep himself.

A cold, concrete cell. A small gap underneath the two sides walls with thick bars. Sobbing filled the cell with only one elf.
"Na cuir dragh air mo Faelynn," A soothing voice cut through the sobbing.
"Ciamar nach urrainn dhomh, Mam?" Fae asked back. The door opened, and Fae scooted back.
"Iarraidh mi thu a-rithist," The Doctor said. "Ciamar a gheibh mi do dhraoidheachd?"
"Chan eil fios agam!" Fae yelled back. The Doctor motioned to someone, and suddenly her mother's screams cut through the air. "Chan eil! Mas e do thoil e! Fàg i fhèin! Chan eil!"

Fae woke up in another cold sweat, yelling "CHAN EIL!"

("Do not fret my Faelynn."
"How can I not, Mother?"
"I will ask you again. How do I get your magic?"
"I don't know!" … "No! Please! Leave her alone! No!" … "NO!")

Farron awoke shortly after Fae, “Fae? Hey it’s okay, you’re okay I’m here.”

"'S urrainn dhomh na sgreothan aca a chluinntinn," Fae muttered. "Cha tèid iad air falbh." She didn't realise that she was speaking in Athenian.

("I can hear their screams. They won't go away."

“It’s gonna be okay, I don’t know what you’re saying but everything will be okay…” Farron said gently.

Fae looked up, and was able to see through her shields that it was daytime. "We should leave."

“Yeah, probably for the best.” Farron climbed out of the hammock,feeling slightly tired but better then before.

"We need to go to Athenia," Fae said to Farron, but she looked slightly nervous and her gaze was downcast.

“Fae no. We can’t.” Farron said firmly.

"I have to. I need to."

Farron rubbed at his neck, “Okay then… hold on.” He held out his arm for her again.

"Let me do it this time. I don't get tired."

Farron rolled his eyes a little, “Fine… show off…”

Fae shot a ball of water at him, drenching him. "I'm not trying to show off. It's not my fault that I have these powers. I was supposed to be a water elf."

"And I was supposed to be an ordinary human…" Farron muttered, shaking his head to dry it slightly.

Fae just smiled tightly and wrapped an arm around Farron, vines reaching around his waist. She tapped her foot on the ground and a force field of light surrounded them at a distance. As Fae dropped the shields set up last night it was clear to see that the shield had no top.

“Let’s get going…” Farron said to Fae, looking down at her with a small smile.

Fae used the air currents around her to propel her and Farron into the air, the currents swirling as if like rockets attached to her feet.

Farron held into Fae in fear of falling. Flying and heights weren’t something he enjoyed and probably never would.