A Young God and Their Fae (o/o)

Wyn continued to shower Seon in kisses. Neck, face, shoulder, none were safe from his loving assault. "The Gods are viewed as perfect because they are not here all the time. We only know of them from their brief and very particular appearances. They are allowed to then be themselves when they are no longer being spotted." He stroked his thumb over Seon's hand and kissed his forehead. "You don't have that luxury with me, and that's okay. You're bound to lose that illusion of perfection after being around someone for some time."
Carefully mulling over his words, he added, "I never expected perfection from you. All I wanted was for you to exist. That was all I desired from you, and you've fulfilled that tenfold." Never did he expect to be cuddling and comforting Seon, or giving them kisses and allowing them to compare their relationship to that of lovers. Never did he imagine he'd want Seon, not like he did now. A mirage of perfection had solidified his desires as fruitless, but its shatterings gave him secret hopes he knew he shouldn't have in the first place. "Really, I'd take this over some God that could do no wrong and not cave to emotions. I doubt I'd be able to stand you for long if that was the case."

Wyn deliberately plucked Seon's hands from his face and wiped at the tears, just as he had done earlier. "Then we'll work on it," he promised. Whether he meant helping Seon see that his tendency to be emotional was okay, or helping him be more 'Godlike' was up for debate, but Wyn didn't want to push them anymore than he already had. He said his peace, and now it was time for comfort and silence.
Acting on impulse, Wyn shifted until he had better access to Seon's face, then planted two butterfly kisses to either cheek, dangerously close to becoming more intimate. In this moment, he wished they were on that level, purely because he'd have the freedom to distract Seon from their pain with more meaningful affection. Wyn would know them better to understand how to help him better, and not be left floundering for other tactics. He'd already know what to do. Instead, he admitted defeat and simply hugged Seon tighter.

Wyn wanted to say something, just one more thing to comfort Seon and rid their mind of everything plaguing it. He searched for the words, only to come up empty. So he stayed quiet and allowed the God to get closer, his breath short and few at the proximity of their faces. So close—close enough to bump noses. Then a gentle touch over his face, moving down to his lips. Wyn froze. He couldn't react. A part of him wanted to escape back into his bubble, to retreat from the onslaught of new and hide away in a shower of familiarity. But another part, the stronger part, had him subtly leaning his face into Seon's hand, practically nuzzling. Yellow eyes never strayed from blood-red ones, though they appeared apprehensive, alongside undoubtable trust and care. No matter how much his mind said to flee, Wyn held fast. Seon needed him, and it wouldn't be fair to run because of some silly feelings from a simple touch—ignoring the fact that he felt as though he could drop dead at any moment from his racing heart.

Wyn could breathe again, no longer feeling the need to run from the situation, when Seon joined their hands once more. No more attention on his lips. No more fantasies that he wanted… but wasn't quite ready for. Wyn leaned his head against Seon's and brought their hands between their bodies, moving his free hand to stroke Seon's skin. His fingers danced over the God's hand, twisting over knuckles, then skimmed up and over their forearm while Seon spoke.
He couldn't hold back his grin, though he did try to hide it. The more Seon spoke, the more Wyn learned about the way his God thought—and loved to talk. Touchy-touchy? More like talky-talky. "Mmm," Wyn hummed, a noncommittal response to show that he was listening. "I'm glad you don't hold yourself to such supremacy, though I'm not surprised that others do. It's inevitable for those in higher power to look down on those naturally and classily lower than them. But," he added quickly, to not dampen the mood, "that's not important right now. How about we talk about us, hm? Anything on your mind about that?"

Wyn sighed heavily and tossed his head back, begging the Gods for the patience and heart to get through this conversation. No one could possibly be this clueless about the meaning of lovers. "When someone talks about a lover, they typically talk about a long-time partner," he supplied gently. Even if Seon was completely aware of the real meaning, Wyn wanted to sway his view of their relationship to a more platonic, realistic version.
"And not the kind of partners that we are. I mean the kind that are intimate. The kind that, mutually, know each other on a deeper level than anyone else does." Despite himself, his cheeks bloomed—which he was starting to realize was his signature complexion around Seon—and Wyn cupped Seon's face in his hands. "Please don't make me explain this to you." His embarrassment was formidable, even more than when he tried explaining marriage to the God. His mind couldn't stray from the thoughts of lovers. It was horrible for him, but he managed to keep everything off his face, besides the blush.

Wyn's mouth opened—closed. Really, he didn't care what Seon called him, or how they referred to their relationship. But every time he was called Seon's lover, his heart ached just a little. To him, a lover wasn't just the intimate. It was the emotional. It was the commitment and promises, the joined memories spread throughout a time-encompassing relationship. It was the joining of two people who knew each other, better and deeper than anyone else.
That wasn't them. And as much as Wyn wanted that every time Seon said they were lovers, he knew they weren't. Not yet.
Taking a deep breath, Wyn gently pressed a hand over Seon's mouth and leaned forward. The cool kiss of his own lips pressed into the back of his fingers and only lasted all of a second before he pulled back and dropped his hand. Wyn's eyes darted away, not daring to look at the God in front of him. "That is what a lover is to me, on a base level. And I… I'm not ready for that, not yet. I don't know you well enough to call myself that. For me it's not about the future and being destined for each other, it's about an established, present relationship that has history and potential for a fruitful future." Wyn paused and laughed, fingers rubbing at his eyes. "Or maybe I'm just being dramatic about something I never thought I'd have." He shook his head as if clearing his thoughts. "Of course I'd want to be called the lover of a God, but not superficially. Not… Not without the hope of it becoming true."

Wyn loosed a heavy breath and nuzzled into Seon's hand, his own coming up to keep theirs there and loosely threading his fingers through theirs. So there's a chance. All this time, Wyn had it in his mind that there was no chance that him and Seon could become anything more than friends and destiny partners. But here Seon sat, cuddled into Wyn's chest, telling him in a roundabout way that he was a fool to think anything but the opposite. The way they said it, it would be inevitable for them to become real lovers. Wyn couldn't think of anything better to be told.
"No, no, you're okay." His eyes flicked up to meet Seon's gaze, and he smiled reassuringly. As long as there's a chance. "I'll be sure to tell you if I'm not okay with something, but for now, you're fine." After a moment of consideration, he stroked a free hand through Seon's hair and tilted his head. "And… If lover is what you believe will describe us best, then I suppose you can continue referring to me as your lover." With that, he grinned and playfully bopped the God's nose. "Though I expect you to take care of me if that's the case. Only fair."

"I'll keep you to that promise," Wyn murmured, fingers moving to brush lovingly over Seon's cheek. "But first, let's head to bed. For real this time." A crooked grin. "However nice that nap was, we need some real sleep." Well, Seon needed some real sleep, from the sight before him. Seon was a giggling mess, and however adorable that was, Wyn knew it meant it was time to get out of the sun and into the comfort of his bed. Their bed? It just might end up becoming that.
As gently as possible, he extracted himself from Seon and prodded at his sides to coax them to their feet. "Come on, then. You still have to undo my hair. There's no way I'll be able to unwind all these braids. You've made me even more a prisoner of my hair than I already am." As if to prove his point, he gestured to his hair, the loose strands already coiling back up to their natural curls and ignoring the deliberate straightening and curling Seon had done at dawn. At that moment, a yawn broke through Wyn's defenses, and he just barely managed to smother it with the back of his hand. Yeah, it's far past my bedtime.

Wyn hummed and leaned into Seon, staying there even when the God moved away from their original cuddle. "Because my hair is naturally curly and incredibly stubborn, the original texture usually comes back by dawn. And you can bathe in as much sunlight as you want another time, preferably when I'm already sleeping." He deliberately ignored being called mean, though his lips twitched in amusement. Wyn nudged Seon into the house and finally up the stairs to their bedroom. Oh, my sweet bed. How I've missed you.
With more playful prodding, Wyn maneuvered the two of them to the mirror in his bedroom, with Seon standing behind him. "Alright, do your thing." He tipped his head back to grin up at Seon, eyes sparkling and expression cheeky. He knew very well that he could take out the braids—he wasn't helpless. But he liked the feeling of Seon messing with his hair when the hairstyle had been done up, and Wyn wanted to feel that again before he went to bed. "Please?" he added softly, putting on the pleading puppy eyes.

Once again ignoring Seon's comments, Wyn practically purred at the feeling of Seon's fingers deftly working through his hair, even with the occasional tug. He got his wish, and now he was a happy little Fae—which meant that he didn't complain when Seon gave up on his hair in favor of charging into bed. Instead, he watched the adorable God with a smile while he got to work on his bedtime skincare routine. Wyn didn't want to miss the last few moments with an awake Seon, so he made it quick, ultimately sacrificing a few steps of his routine for the cause. Once he was done, he dried his face and strode over to the bed.
He undressed while he walked, not caring where his clothes ended up. Right as he reached the footboard, he grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and hastily pulled them on. Then it was time to sleep.
Wyn rounded to the side of the bed and settled onto the mattress, then crawled across the space to Seon, and slid on top of the God's back, straddling him from above the covers. He buried his face into what would be Seon's neck and braced his arms against the pillows at their head. "Thank you, for confiding in me," he mumbled into the covers. "And… And caring so much about me. I only wish to be as great as you someday, and to deserve you at my side." With his final words of that exhausting day spoken, he shifted to slide off Seon's back.

Wyn—almost automatically, as if expecting it—welcomed Seon into his arms, his legs tangling with Seon's to wrap them together even more. "I wish only to have your care and attentiveness you've shown me in the short time we've been together," he offered, confused by the sudden lamentation about Seon's qualities. "My ears are plenty big enough for listening, and I'm certainly not talkative enough to warrant not listening to you." He nuzzled into Seon's hair and hummed, pensive.
Seon often spoke, and when they did, it always sounded important. Even if Wyn didn't think so, it had that sound. Like he should think so, that he should be listening deeply and considering. It made him wonder what kind of God he was. What did Seonastra represent to the Fae people? "Seon," he murmured slowly, trying to not come across as rude with his next question. "Love. I'm curious to know what sort of thing you symbolize and embody." Wyn hugged his God closer to his chest and absently kissed the top of their head. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, though."

So that explains the excessive talking and slightly confusing subjects. Wyn combed Seon's hair with his fingers, thinking over his response and calculating his reaction. Subconsciously, perhaps, he had already known. Or simply suspected it'd be something along those lines. It made sense, and fit Seon perfectly. It fit all the musings and character trait topics. It fit the instinctual urge to pay attention to whatever the God was saying. And it just fit with Seon's personality as a whole. Now that he knew, he couldn't imagine anything else for his God.
"It's good," Wyn finally said, head slightly cocked to the side. "It's good that our people have that now. I know that people would find comfort in a God looking over their sense of self, to have the option of going to you for guidance in troubled times. And it could do quite a few some good to debate our purpose for existence. Some may find it to be helpful in figuring out what they wish to dedicate their lives to, and hopefully make some sort of helpful impact." Wyn smiled and closed his eyes, imagining a time where Seon was recognized and wanted by the Fae people. Accepted and embraced with open arms—and with Wyn back home, ready to help him unwind from a long day. Wishful thinking, but he could hope. "You'll do good. I know it."

Wyn didn't know what to say to that. He wished he could reassure Seon that he didn't need to worry about his importance and impact. But he had exhausted every angle he knew how to approach the subject, and he was exhausted himself from spending so long awake. So Wyn pressed his face into Seon's hair, breathed in their scent, and hummed a soft and brief melody tune. "Then get some sleep, love. Tomorrow is a new night." A quick and tender kiss to the God's temple, then the Fae fell asleep snuggled into his God, grip on them never faltering, even while unconscious.

Waking up before Seon was surprising. Wyn had expected to sleep through them getting up and making him breakfast again. But here he was, eyes fluttering open, with an adorable sleeping God right in front of him. Wyn cradled his head in his arms, propped up on his pillow, and stared at Seon with a serene smile. He could get used to this. Really, he already was used to it. If Wyn had to go back to having the bed all to himself, he didn't think he'd be able to sleep. He'd miss Seon's warmth too much; he'd even miss being occasionally crushed from the God's weight.

Wyn sidled closer and, having woken up in a good and adventurous mood, nosed his way into the crook of Seon's neck, planting a small kiss right there. Three nights. Wyn has known Seon for three nights, and his life finally felt like everything clicked into place. How long had he gone, unknowingly lonely on a level deeper than a simple social life, unknowingly craving the attention and shared space of another person? How long had he been missing an important piece of his life? Wyn moved a fraction and kissed Seon again, distracting himself from his own thoughts.
His ears twitched slightly when soft footsteps attempted to tiptoe through the bedroom. Just as he shifted, preparing to roll over, a small body crawled into his bed and prodded at his back. "Aren," came the loud whisper. "Aren."
"Echa," he scolded, voice hushed and much quieter than the young Fae girl. Wyn carefully extracted himself from Seon, willing his movements to be undetected, and rolled over to face his sister. "What is it? Where's mum?"
"Mum's home," Echa whisper-yelled, gap-toothed grin blooming when she spotted her brother's pissy and tired face. As per usual, his sour moods did nothing to faze her. "She misses you! So do I. Da says you should make suppa." She leaned to the side, consequently elbowing him in the ribs, and eyed Seon. "Who's that?" Wyn was about to respond, but she interrupted him with a scandalized gasp. "Sleepover!"
"Echa, doll, shut up," Wyn hushed once more, ushering her out of the bed. She bounced off the bed with a soft thump, her brother rolling further over to see her off without actually getting out of bed. "Yes, sure, I'm having a sleepover. And an important part of that is sleeping, which my friend is trying to do." Her eyes lit up, knowing where this was going. Wyn smiled and held a finger to his lips, which she mimicked while bouncing on her heels. "Let's play the quiet game, yes? If you're quiet, I'll steal you a cookie from mum's stash."
Echa nodded, bouncing up and down, then dashed downstairs when Wyn shooed her off. She managed to stay quiet for all of thirty seconds before a soft crash of her bumping into something echoed through the house, her tiny "Oops," soon following. Wyn sighed and rolled onto his back, an arm draping across his eyes.

Wyn startled slightly at Seon's weight dropping into his shoulder, the arm over his eyes lifting to peer down at the God before falling back down around their neck, fingers burying into Seon's hair and idly petting him. "Hey, sorry," he whispered. Wyn nearly did the customary "I didn't mean to wake you," but that took talking, and he didn't feel like bothering the comfortable quiet even more than he and Echa had already done. Instead, he twisted his body further into Seon's body with a hum and closed his eyes. He might fall back asleep, he might not. It didn't really matter to him either way.
The remains of his muddled dreams resurfaced as he tilted back and forth on the razor's edge of consciousness. They told of stories of chained Gods and nights spent huddled up with Seon. He saw hundreds of kisses shared between them. Goodnight kisses and good morning kisses—which Wyn would refuse to give until their teeth were thoroughly cleaned. Kisses they exchanged in passing, and heated sessions in times of passion. He saw Seon walking up to him out of the blue just for cuddles, and him openly returning the affection. He saw them together, and in the hazy veil of slumber, he felt ready.
And even now, when he knew he wasn't ready, he had a feeling it wouldn't take long before he was.