... Another nightmare...? (Illuga sits up in his bed, sighing quietly to himself. At least he didn't wake up screaming this time - small victories. It's dark, but his eyes adjust quickly. Water... That should help to calm his nerves.) ...
(Fae aren't the only creatures capable of greed and desire. Illuga's legs wound around Flins, securely locking him right where he wants him as they kiss. If it means tasting Flins' lips for even a second longer, Illuga will do it. He'll spin this fae round and round in endless circles to make +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last wk.𝘮𝘺 , [ what emboldened confession ! the flame flickers and almost going 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘦 , switching into red and blue all at once , even when the body doesn't react drastically . ] you really know how to spin me around , dear nightingale . [ and with that ,
(Illuga squeezes Flins' hand, and 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴.) If you'll be anything, then... be mine. (It isn't a request, but a demand. Not one asserted, but rather, simply stated, as if it will become a fact by doing so.) And since I'm yours... come have your fill.
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last wk.I can be 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you want , young master illuga . be it the embers , the candles , the light of 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 ... even becoming 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 you can always perch your claws down to , the anchor of your longest flight . [ because of this outfit , illuga almost
(Aedon takes flight, circling above their heads with a flourish before perching nearby, his golden light joining the myriad of lanterns decorating the hall. Illuga's gaze does not move away from Flins - 𝘩𝘦 calls him 𝘩𝘪𝘴 muse, and yet, who is the muse's muse if not the enchanting fae before him?) +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last wk.[ the fae chuckles , coming 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 like moth attracted to a flame . gloved hand didn't hesitate with holding illuga's , simply kissing the surface before smiling sweetly , expression honeyed with endearment . this time , he's the audience , kneeling
(A soft blush dusts his cheeks - but he doesn't shy away in the face of Sir Flins' compliments. For whatever reason, Illuga feels emboldened in this outfit, out of character as it may be for him to wear such fanciful clothes... Maybe they suit him after all.) Sir Flins... +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last wk.master illuga . [ how could flins say something without making it so 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 ? that outfit is going to be the 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 of him . **𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 , 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ! and yet his temperament remains nonchalant in
... Sir Flins? Geez, why are you just staring without saying anything?! You helped pick this out, didn't you? (Puffing up his cheeks in a pout.) At least say what you're thinking...
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last wk.... [ many unholy thoughts , things flins cannot say so easily in public . he's just ... in a 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 . that gentlemanly façade is so 𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙋𝙏 at this ... spectacular view . ]
[💭: For you? Always.] Oh, Sir Flins! (Illuga lights up - as if Flins' presence alone has chased away a personal rain cloud that was looming overhead.) I believe I do, yes. You have good timing. I was just about to leave to deliver you a letter.
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · 4w ago@nightingales-song.bsky.social ; do you have some time , young master illuga ~?
// random illuga hc before i sleep but ever since playing through his anecdotes with aino's class and ineffa scolding him i've thought illuga's internal dialogue can be a looooooooot like jahoda's sometimes lol
// goodnight. busy day tomorrow AND SNEZHNAYA DROPS YEAH!!
(Regrettably, Illuga's first reaction is not to reject Flins' thoughts, but to 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 in all the ways he could never say aloud. Except - he knows now that Flins can hear everything, and although no noise escapes his lips, he is quickly mortified all the same.) [💭: I need it.] +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last mo.( 💭 : I 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 you loud and clear , dear nightingale ... perhaps , like a bee 𝘴𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 with the sap ? like a rabid dog licking around its favorite bone ~? ) [ 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 with metaphors , flins knows exactly with playing words ... even more so ,
[💭: Devour?!] (Illuga's brain short-circuits, mouth agape and a deep flush burning his neck.) [💭: Sir Flins, that's playing dirty! Wait, but hold on. Can only I hear him, and not the other way around? He's not reacting to anything I think... only my physical reactions. Maybe I'm in the clear?] +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last mo....? [ to telepathically express thoughts like this looks 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 enough; flins pretended not to 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 , however there's no helping it , given that they've bonded together . well , that would mean he can hear some ideas that aren't family friendly
(Flins' bright smile in return brings a sheepish grin to his face, and he scratches an index finger at his cheek. Despite all they'd been through and committed to together, he's still learning how to reconcile the constant crisis mode of a Lightkeeper with normal things like 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 and 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last mo.𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒂 , given that you only brought here 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 without the paperwork , I can assume . [ smiles widely . ] ——which I am 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 . [ 💭 : 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 . ]
// i'll be here more tomorrow i FINISHED THE THING I WAS WORKING ON GN...
Not too much. I, um... I wanted to see you.
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last mo.master illuga , hello . what fairs you this fine day ~?
(He was like putty within Flins' hands. Easily shaped, readily leaning into every touch. A shudder ran through his frame as cold breath fanned over the shell of his ear, eyes screwing shut - and he did his best to summon all of his resolve. There was something Flins needed to know - he had to +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · last mo.𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 . [ flins' been holding back for 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 , albeit the yearning's been settled , the fae cannot simply 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 himself so casually unless illuga's ready——𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 and all . it can be 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 , and he doesn't 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 . ] it is only
// ooooooooooh i know Exactly What Illuga Is Going To Do but i'm in video editing jail
(Although he 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 of Flins' inhuman strength, experiencing it himself takes his breath away. Wonder dazzles in his eyes, enchanted by a creature who could end his life in a blink, and yet, he only feels 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 as the fae's pace quickens. Illuga's pulse spikes - not out of fear, but rather, +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · 2mo agoas you 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 . [ flins instantly carried illuga via an arm through knees , wanting to showcase his 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 for someone who's about to witness his 𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩 when approaching the other's sanctuary without wasting time . each pace becomes hurried ,
(Several emotions crossed his face at once: Fear, relief, confusion, denial... they soon settled on something more bold, more 𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢. Anger.) What if the Wild Hunt takes you? (Illuga clung to Flins' coat lapels, refusing to let him go. Metaphorically, and physically.) You... you don't take +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · 2mo ago...! [ flins' irises became slightly 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 when seeing illuga's teary-eyed mess——the waters from eyelids relentlessly fall , pleading this fae to 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 . if that's a 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 , who is he to 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 ? he cannot neglect the bird who needed guidance ,
(Fae power or not, the kiss to his forehead had a magical effect. In that moment, Illuga stopped denying his own release. He, who cried more than anyone during the Ratniki's large banquets where they mourned, had locked his vulnerability away, refusing to put it on display for anyone... +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · 2mo agoadmitting weakness is one step of 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 , master illuga . enduring your truest emotions will only bring you 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 . I understand that much . [ flins kissed illuga's forehead , relieving those thoughts with his fae power , even for a moment . he cannot
Why...? (As tears stain black leather, as his chest seizes with anguish, as his expression twists and contorts with every wave of pain washing over him - he holds Flins tight, his grip unwavering.) Aren't you ashamed of me? So then why... Someone so weak... so useless...
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · 2mo ago... [ there's nothing wrong with being vulnerable , when illuga finally loosen the grip around uneasy feelings he's been subduing to remain hidden , flins have seen a fountain full of fragile glass——such tears falling like gentle rain , bursting from the
(Unfortunately for Illuga, he 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴. There is a silent love in the way Flins holds him - a sort of patience that only accompanies a serious commitment to care for another - but Illuga is 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. He isn't used to it. All of the attention he receives, the consideration Flins gives him, it's +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · 2mo agowith how you're 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 yourself this moment , I highly doubt it . [ because , humans are susceptible to keeping things to themselves . flins know that , and yet , he wanted to acquire that certainty ... he's always here to support illuga , nothing
(A chill runs down his spine - in part out of fear, and in part... an emotion he doesn't dare put a name to just yet. If Flins will use that tone of voice with him when he acts out - it might encourage him to do it more often. For now, he's still in a bad mood.) +
┃ᅠ𝒍ᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ——𝒂ʟɪɢʜᴛ .@nocturne-sentinel.bsky.social · 2mo agodo not 𝘭𝘪𝘦 to me , illuga . I can tell that something's bothering you . [ flins don't exaggerate about hating pretenses and faux assurance——to 𝘭𝘪𝘦 means distrust , he ... 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 it . ] if you cannot tell—tale , please , let me at least comfort you ~.