A Young God and Their Fae (o/o)

Seon complimenting his home left Wyn slightly off-balance, especially with their exuberance. Though he loved it, he didn't think it deserved the words Seon so easily threw out there. He rubbed at his arm and shrugged, then waved the God towards the carved up front door. "I dreamed of living in the trees as a child, so I decided to follow that the moment I could. Next thing I knew, it got… a little overgrown. But it helps keep the house sturdy, so I'm not complaining. Well, too much." Their grin was contagious, and Wyn found himself smiling as well as he traced a winding carving over the door—absentmindedly as though doing a personal ritual—and opened it. His head tilted towards the inside to indicate the God go first.
Just as the outside sported a slightly chaotic appeal, the inside mirrored that. Random paintings decorated the walls of the living room, all the way from foot-level up to several feet above their heads. The furniture didn't quite match, but similar enough to not be aesthetically bothersome, and all were built for comfort. Mismatched trinkets littered scattered shelves. Just through the open archway was a large kitchen. If Seon searched around, they'd find numerous ingredients for food and plenty of items crammed into the cupboards and pantry.

Something prickled at Wyn's skin at the sight of Seon exploring his home with such wonder and awe. Them simply standing within the walls sent sparks up his spine, and he didn't know what to make of it. He shook his head and cleared his throat, then closed the door behind him before striding across the room to enter the kitchen. "I'm glad you like it," was all he could come up with, head bowed and a small, happy smile caressing his features. The moment he heard that Seon was hungry, he went to the pantry and searched for potential food for them both to share. However, he froze when the God mentioned sleeping together.

Though not exactly what they said—and his mind was quick to supply incredibly unhelpful images—it still didn't do anything to ease his rising temperature and erratic heartbeat. Arenwyn, and Seonastra, sharing a bed. Arms around him, shielding him from the cold with their warmth. Breath on his neck. Hands on his skin. Whispered words beneath a blanket of stars and velvet, a secret no one else would know.

Wyn blushed profusely and coughed, then deliberately stuck his head further into the pantry, pretending to be deep in thought. "Uh–ehm. Yes. I have a guest room you can sleep in for now. I'll have to kick Míría out, though. Any food preferences?"

He nervously tugged at his hair when Seon didn't immediately answer, too cowardly to glance over at the God. He didn't need to, though, when he suddenly felt a presence at his back—along with a hand. Wyn tensed up despite his attempts not to, but forced his muscles to relax so as to not make Seon believe he was uncomfortable with them. The low, slightly intimidating voice right at his ear, though, didn't help matters any, and he ignored the slight shiver running down his spine. With a nod, Wyn began pulling out ingredients for a simple and quick dish, conscious of how his movements jostled the hand at his back.

"I–" Wyn closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This is only necessary. There is no need to be so anxious about sleeping in the same bed as Seon. Yes, they may be a God. And yes, they may be the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, and perhaps the only one to make him feel and act how he was feeling and acting. But he refused to let that get in the way of the main point of this entire arrangement, so he steeled his nerves and bit the blade. "Míría wouldn't be pleased to be kicked out… My bed is large enough to fit us both, with extra room to spare. It shouldn't be a problem." It's very much a problem, but one I'll ignore for the sake of keeping my dignity—and my life. Míría definitely would kill him if she were to be suddenly displaced to the couch, regardless of who was replacing her.

"No, no, it's fine," Wyn rushed to say, head already shaking before Seon finished their sentence. He grabbed a few other things from the refrigerated section, then moved to a counter to begin chopping up the items. His hands worked diligently and sliced precisely from years of careful practice, so he hardly had to think about it while carrying on conversation. "I just don't promise a pret–"

"Should I start planning a wedding?" Arenwyn started and swore up a storm when a perky and feminine voice spoke up. He whipped his head around to the staircase, where a female Elf stood with her arms crossed and a smirk plastered over her face. Her dark skin nearly blended into the retreating shadows, contrasting heavily against the pastel pink waterfall of tangled hair and matching markings striped over her nose and cheeks—as well as the peach night silks clearly borrowed from Arenwyn. Purple eyes darted between the two other Fae. "Because you two are just adorable."

"For the love of—Míría," Wyn hissed. His cheeks were flaming for sure now, and she surely noticed, but chose not to answer.

She grinned, toothy and wide, at her friend. "Glad to know you love me enough to sacrifice your precious space to avoid moving me."

Wyn pointedly gazed down at the food in his hands. "Love is a strong word."

The two of them bickered back and forth while Wyn cooked. Míría pestered him for food, he demanded she feed herself, and the two fell into a comfortable and vaguely hostile interaction. Wyn heard Seon's confused question and ignored it for the time being, though made a note to acknowledge it the moment he could. Míría then turned her attention to Seon, pulling out a chair and plopping herself down in front of the God.

"So," she started, still smiling, "I've never seen you around before." Her head tipped curiously. "And Wyn here never has people over, except maybe me or Phorae." The gears seemed to turn in her head, and Arenwyn braced himself for what was about to spew from her mouth as he eyes lit up. "Oh. You're a lover, aren't you? Gods, that's incredible. I never thought Wyn would get out of his shell enough to get himself one, yet here you are. Amazing." Her head propped itself up on a fist, and she surveyed Seon. "You're a bit odd looking, but still incredibly hot. I'd totally steal you, if you don't mind me saying so."

"They mind," Wyn cut in sharply. He swooped over and placed a bowl in front of Seon, which contained a pasta mixture with vegetables and a light sauce. He was so focused on the unknown emotions bubbling up at having Míría here—interrupting their conversation, and now flirting with Seon—that he hardly thought about his following actions. Bending low enough to have his lips next to Seon's, he spoke soft enough for the third Fae to not hear, "I'll explain marriage later, when we go to bed." In this position, he nearly caged the God with his body from behind; One arm braced itself on the back of Seon's chair, and the other pressed against the table right next to them to hold his leaning weight.

He realized his mistake the millisecond Míría arched a brow at him, and Seon's scent flooded his senses. Wyn cleared his throat and quickly extracted himself from Seon as inconspicuously as possible. Her smirk said she caught it, and he glowered at her, which thankfully shut her up for the time being. Wyn sighed and sank into a seat next to Seon, then grabbed himself his own plate of food to quietly and quickly consume. Regardless of his apprehension about sleeping in the same bed as Seon, he wanted to sleep—and get away from this situation as soon as possible.

Míría hummed and grabbed herself a small snack. "Well… if you say so." She tapped two fingers to her temple in a little salute. "Lovely to meet you. I'm sure you heard, but I'm Míría, Arenwyn's best friend. If you're here long enough, you'll see me around quite a bit, as I live here. Wyn isn't a horrible sleeper, so you're lucky. Please treat him well, he deserves it after dealing with my harassment. Hmm. Oh, yes, and he has this thing about his ears? If you really want to get him worked up, I suggest focusing your attention there." She tapped her fingers against her smiling lips, winking.

Wyn's ears, subject of the conversation, burned from embarrassment. He regretted ever letting her discover that secret of his.

Wyn breathed easier when Míría retreated back up the stairs and into her room. He poked at his last remains of his food and glanced up at Seon when they started to speak, head tilted in interest. His cheeks had a dusting of red when they mentioned the 'stress factors,' and he poorly attempted to rub it away, but he otherwise settled down from their first meeting, and when Míría plunged into the picture. "She's… something else. Can't imagine my life without her, even if she's infuriating at times."

He happily let Seon change the subject, however, even if he calmed down. Wyn leaned back in his chair and idly ran his fingers around the edge of his plate. "Some is self-taught, some is the other clerics. I tend to enjoy learning things on my own, but accept guidance when needed." He shrugged and covered his mouth when he caught a glimpse of Seon's squirrel cheeks, hiding his grin. Even when partially undignified, and looking like he needed some sleep, Seon was still magnificent. Wyn wondered how he managed to get himself in a situation like the one he got himself into—feeding, housing, and eventually sleeping with a very real God. He couldn't get over the thought. Perhaps I really need some sleep to snap myself out of it.

Knowing they were a God, but watching them eagerly finish the food, didn't add up in his mind. It felt too contradictory. But a lot of what he was learning about Seon didn't exactly add up to anything he had expected, so Wyn left it alone in favor of focusing on the task of getting the both of them to bed. "It's not rudeness. You're alright."
As Seon stood, Wyn nodded and nearly reached for the plates to wash them, but paused at the glimpse of an outstretched hand. They can wait until dusk, he concluded as he accepted the offered hand. "I don't imagine we'd get very far tonight. How about we save the tour for when we wake up? That way we have our energy back, and get oriented." He smothered a yawn and unconsciously rested his forehead against Seon's shoulder, a small humming noise rumbling from his throat. "If that's alright with you."

Wyn hummed again, and though he knew his cheeks and ears were red as he stared down at their intertwined hands, he decided he'd stop caring for tonight. Even when Seon wrapped him up into a gentle embrace. Sure, he freaked out internally—being assaulted by their scent and inescapable presence tends to do that to him—but he managed to keep his face as passive as possible by using sleep as a cover. He let Seon continue talking and took the lead up the stairs.

The curtains covering the full-length windows through the stairway/hall that connected the levels were unrolled at this point to give Wyn and his friend privacy. But had they wanted them to be open, they could be rolled up onto the full-length rod that held them above the windows. Arenwyn led Seon through one hall, which coincidentally led to the plant room. He quickly tugged on their hand into the next hall, which was a ramp instead of a staircase.

"Believe me," Wyn murmured, "they'll be more interested in the fact that I'm with someone than your looks." He didn't want anyone thinking ill of his God's appearance. He snuck a quick glance up at their face. I like how you look. They were mystical. Gorgeous. Incredible. Beautiful. Every word he could think of, Seon was it, and he didn't like the idea of anyone else thinking otherwise. To distract himself from that train of thought, he opened the door to the next room and muttered, "This is our room. Well, my room, but you know what I mean."

I can stare at them while they admire my house tomorrow, he reasoned with himself. Wyn rubbed at the skin beneath his eyes when Seon let go of him, his palm already tingling with the emptiness. We have tomorrow. He needed to get ready for bed, which was a ritual in of itself, so he tasked himself with that to keep his mind off of the God making himself comfortable in Wyn's bed.

Wyn made a beeline for the mirror on the opposite wall as the bed, so he could see Seon in the reflection. Remembering his promise from earlier, he started to softly speak while carefully pulling his hair from the precisely pinned bun. "A wedding is like a ceremony. It is a ceremony, celebrating two people getting married." Long and curly hair flowed down his back and shoulders, with a frizzy mess lumping at the top of his head from being up for so long. He raked his fingers through the strands and fluffed it up to try and get it to flatten down some, but the loose curls were stubborn in their quest to remain irritatingly kinked. "It's supposed to be for people who are in love, but… well, not everyone is like that, and that's not for me to decide. But generally speaking, that's how it goes, and what it's for."

Giving up on his hair, he absentmindedly picked up a herbal cream and started putting it on his face. "When people get married, it's an incredibly important thing. Two lovers make a commitment to each other for the rest of their lives. They promise to care for each other, love each other, and stand by each other's side for eternity. It's… It's a special thing." He looked over his shoulder at Seon and offered a slightly grim smile. "Not that I'd know, of course."

The Gods smiled down on Wyn tonight, even if this particular God seemed set out to shatter his composure and set his heart aflame. He just finished with his skincare when the last thing he expected to hear was dropped into the room without a care for the poor Fae. Wyn's entire face, ears, and neck quickly bloomed a deep rose, and he tried to hide that by standing in front of his closet and changing into sleep clothes. "I–" I have no response to that. Wyn decided to stay silent until he could get his tongue untied and his brain un-fried. Which, unfortunately, left the last thing to do—get into bed. With Seon. The very reason for his speechlessness.

Wyn groaned and fell face-first into bed, face buried into his pillow and arms tucked under it. "Yes, okay, maybe I'd like to someday meet someone that I'd want to commit my life to." His voice was muffled from the fabric, and he turned his head just so to be able to peek over at Seon. His hair spilled all over the pillow and his bare back, and fell in strands over his face. The red tips of his ears peaked out over the frizzy steel-blue cloud. "But that's not the point. We can't just—That's not how that works. We're not lovers, Seon. We don't—It's more complicated than that. Our relationship, at least to me, has just begun."

Wyn sighed and rolled his eyes, though his heart squeezed uncomfortably in his chest at the audible and visible disappointment Seon expressed. I did that. I should've explained better. "Míría is Míría. She's over the top and likes to make jokes like that to get under my skin. I doubt she meant it as a serious suggestion." To get more comfortable, Wyn pulled the blankets over his body, and only froze for a second when he felt the hand on his back. Progress. It's progress. I can get used to this.

Out of things to say, he mumbled a teasing, "Touchy-touchy," in reference to Seon's tendency to physically comfort Arenwyn whenever he seemed distressed, but sobered up when he came up with an acceptable apology. "I didn't mean to suggest your interpretation was outlandish." He smiled and hesitantly reached out to lay a hand on Seon's shoulder. "It caught me off guard, yes. But I should've explained better. It's… Well, it's one of those things where you don't truly understand it until you experience it. So please don't apologize for my failure to properly explain." He sought out the God's gaze, skin still dusted pink, but tried to hold it as confidently as he could. "And as for getting comfortable with each other… I'm trying. I'm not exactly used to this sort of thing, so be patient, please." As if to prove his words, he shifted his body closer to them, seeking out their warmth almost automatically. His skin itched with the urge to curl up against Seon's chest and fall asleep there.

Wyn leaned into Seon's touch, eyes fluttering closed and hands idly tracing patterns over the God's arms and back. "It's okay, Seon. You're alright," he whispered, but he had a feeling the words went mostly unheard when he steadily got crushed into the mattress. He heaved a sigh and knocked his head against the God, thinking over the current situation. So much for keeping our personal space. Granted, he could probably push Seon off after a bit and regain their personal bubbles. But basking in their warmth and being securely held in his arms felt too good to give up so soon. So he shifted around for a moment to get comfortable, careful to not disturb the being using him as a body pillow, and settled down once more—an arm lazily draped over their waist, body tucked close, legs still tangled together, and a hand resting against them. When completely awake, Wyn knew he'd never have the courage to be this physical. It was too intimate, too personal. But Seon didn't seem to think so, and he recognized the need to get used to their ways, or else he combust at any small movement.

With that lingering thought, the little Fae yawned and fell asleep snuggled against their God.

Leaves and vines rustled awake from within the house, stretching their limbs and letting their petals soak up the loving caress of the moonlight. Blooming plants creeping over the tree's branches outside softly brushed up against the windows and tried creeping their way into the room to join the others. Greenery and flowers alike roused from their slumber; they woke with grace and beauty, so unlike their caretaker.

Wyn remained asleep, not easy to wake after a long and emotional night. His face scrunched up at the loss of Seon's warmth. The unconscious Fae sleepily patted the bed where the God's warmth lingered, then grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his chest and buried his face in the soft fabric. Wyn's body curled up into the fetal position around the pillow, his hair was a tangled and curly mess, and he partially struggled to breathe, but a content smile graced his features as Seon's scent flooded his senses and lulled him back into a peaceful dreamland, filled with unspoken fantasies and hopes that he'll forget when he wakes.

Minutes ticked by in comfortable silence. Dreams flickered and morphed into fizzling and muddled messes until they completely dissipated. Wyn was blissfully unaware of the attention on him. Had he been aware, he might've tried to he a little more presentable and less ruffled. But alas, it was what it was, and he slowly regained consciousness.
Wyn's eyes cracked open a fraction. The heavy feeling of eyes washed over him the moment he woke, and he had a feeling he knew what it was. Sure enough, the sight of Seon's gaze on him was the first thing presented to him. Strangely, the thought of this being a regular dawn sight brought a happy thrill through his spine. He blinked sleepily and smothered a yawn with the back of his hand, but otherwise didn't move a muscle to get up or make Seon stop looking at him. In fact, he stared back. Squinted and with slightly hazy vision, but he stared and admired the God's beauty instead of shying away from them. "Maybe I can get used to this," he mumbled into the pillow.