Winter

[phouka]

The Phouka was lonely. He flew about the city in his Raven-self, observing mortals to try to find something that would catch his attention. The prince was quiet and rarely came out of his room, leaving the Phouka to bring him shiny trinkets. He didn't even have Keat's companionship.

This was, in his opinion, ridiculous.

He went to the hotel, Man-shaped, and he found Finlay's room. Riding the lift he knew he wanted only to see Winter. He did not care for the troubles between the prince and his love. He did not care. He cared only for Winter and he missed the pixie's light and company. So he found himself at the door and he knocked, hoping it would be Winter who answered.

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[phouka]

"I would be honoured to stay the night, my love. I, too, hate sleeping alone. I miss you terribly, Winter. My heart aches when you are not home," he said softly.

[winter_wisp]

"We should get our own home," Winter said softly. "Something grand and lovely."

[phouka]

"With a garden? With grass to eat and space to run? I would like that very much. A home for us. I am free now, yes? We could do anything we want to," he replied with a soft smile.

[winter_wisp]

"Yes," Winter yawned. "All those things. Anything you want."

[phouka]

The Phouka held Winter close, even draping his leg over the pixie to lock him in a total embrace.

"We should start looking for a home, then," he said, his eyes falling closed. "Tomorrow."

[winter_wisp]

"Sure, Phouka. We'll look tomorrow," Winter promised as he settled against the phouka, inhaling his scent.

[phouka]

The Phouka couldn't help but kiss him where he could Soft kisses and gentle. His passion was spent as was he, but he had days worth of kisses to make up for, even as he began to fall asleep.