[littl3chocobo]

when he was freed from his duties he found himself heading for the garden, when he went inside however he found his wife already there looking put out and kneeling in the plants. "you look quite fae there dear wife, if i did not know you better i would find holy water with which to send you away"

[Honey]

He spoke softly as he lowered a hand to graze across the soft, rounded petals of the blueberry plant he'd visited his first time in the garden. "To dismiss the fae you need something of iron, holy water would do little good against them aside from give them a shower, my lord."

[littl3chocobo]

"really now?" he smirked and drew closer until he was standing almost directly behind the other. "to hear a holy man speak it anything can be driven away with holy water if it is unpure"

[Honey]

Drawing a hand back from the unblemished blossoms, he folded them neatly into his lap and relaxed into his kneel as he could feel the Prince squat down beside him. "That is true, but what is to say the fae are unholy? They just enjoy playing tricks on us humans, whispering secrets too. I do not believe they are bad for enjoying themselves."

[littl3chocobo]

lightly he leaned in and touching his nose to the soft fabric breathed in the scent of the other. "what of the unseelie? those evil fae that capture you in an unholy hunt until you die?"

[Honey]

The normally placid lips turned downward into a frown as he heard the words. Though he remained still as his Prince leaned in close. "They would be cast away at the words of the monk and a sprinkle of holy water. I had been referring to the brownies or daoine sidhe. But did you truly believe I was one of the Unseelie kneeling here among the flowers waiting to engage you in some sort of hunt for your life?"

[littl3chocobo]

"if i professed i did not know what you were or your intentions only that you are to kind to be an angel and too beautiful to be a demon what would you say?" pressing his face into the back entirely he kissed the fabric

[Honey]

The kisses made him feel marginally better, though he did not allow for his face to betray his sullen feelings that still filled him. "I would say that both you and your words are flattering, and that if you'd like you may assume that I am either, or neither, or whatever you'd like."

[littl3chocobo]

"they are and i shall, you are nothing if not unnatural, being fae suites you much more than being a man or a woman or even an angel or demon, it is strange and unholy and beautiful" he offered several more kisses. "or... maybe you are a flower"

[Honey]

Even he could not keep his face clean of a smile at the sweet words and soft kisses that continued to pepper themselves across his back. "I do not believe I am a flower...though perhaps one of the fae. Only, one of the seelie though...I might not be going to heaven, but it does not mean I do not have so much of a heart to kill anyone."

[littl3chocobo]

he hummed across the bony knobs of ainsly's back and finding a place he liked nuzzled it before resting his cheek against it. "there is more than one sort? what one can learn from a heathen is astounding. teach me more wife"

[Honey]

Despite himself, he could feel the smile lingering at the corners of his lips, and he could feel it working at the gloomy cloud around him. "They probably don't write it in books because it could be seen as blasphemy when some of the fae do good. But I wouldn't know if it were in books or not, I'm afraid I can't read." Clearing his throat he pushed the subject away before starting again. "There are the seelie who are happy faeries. They are kind, and help the humans with chores, and if you do a favor for them they return the gesture." Feeling the smile return, he shifted ever so slightly in an effort not to jostle the Prince from his backside. "They come out when the sun sets and only a twinkle of twilight remains in the air, since it is hard to see them then. They like to keep their prizes to themselves, so they have to hide in order to keep it safe." Bringing his hands forward into the shadow of a bush, he mimicked finding a small piece of treasure hidden among the darkly colored leaves. "The unseelie are the bad faeries, always looking for revenge against humans, even if nothing was done to them first. They arrive in the middle of the night, when all under God's zenith is dark, so they can tease, and influence travelers do do things against their will. They pull them into the air, and steal their things, and will frame the traveling ragamuffins for deeds they would have never done, like shooting farmer's livestock." Briefly and quickly he moved his hands across his chest and face and made the Lord's signs. "There are the lone traveling fae as well. They have no particular alignment, though most are inclined to be mean to people. that is, most except for the brownie. They is a delightful creature that will help women with their household chores without asking anything for return. The last kind of fae I know of is the Changelings." His smile was replaced with a scowl, which became more visible than he'd intended as the sun started to rise well past the tops of the trees. "They take human children into their faerie realms and in exchange give the parents a bewitched doll that looks like their babe, though it dies shortly after the faeries return to their realm. When they take them into the realm they make them age quickly, becoming adults so they can be their slaves. Working for them as though they are worth as little as a bent penny...Though, you can keep them away by laying iron beside the child's crib. The smell of the metal, and more so the touch of it repels them like smoke sends biting insects away."

[littl3chocobo]

when the boy spoke he spoke freely and the words fell from him like a river after the rain, both abundantly and quickly. he had not known these things beforehand and so said nothing, simply contenting himself to rest against the narrow back and feel the hum of the other's voice through the creamy-pale fabric. when the lad was done speaking he stilled and they both sat there in the sun breathing until he realized he was expected to say something, ".....you are wordy like the monks though i would much rather listen to you than they, thankyou wife"

[Honey]

The words were cause for him to turn his frown back up into a smile; If he sounded better than the monks it was a true achievement. Still, he offered no words to the Prince, and instead hummed a faint sound of thanks before he could feel a silence settle around them once more. With each breath he inhaled, his chest rose and fell, and he could feel the other still pressed close to his back, moving along with him, and it sent a wave of contentment over him. He only wished it could have lasted longer

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[littl3chocobo]

the boy was warm, the sun was warm and he found himself growing lax. languidly he slid his arms around the narrow waist and leaned close enough that the other was surely supporting something of his weight. he sighed. "beautiful devious wife, i have been ensnared"

[Honey]

He could feel the breath of the soft sigh against his back as arms encircled themselves around him, only having brought his husband ever closer. Slipping his hands over-top the ones that came to settle over his navel a soft sigh fell from him as well. "What of, husband? Was it perhaps the dust of the flowers and fae?"