flins thoughts for the brain.... (tw; pseudocest, MASSIVE age gap, sick things — do be guided that this is a dark content blog!)
oh, to be flins’ fae apprentice that he so sweetly picked up from the snow at a young age and took in under his wing... perhaps you were abandoned for being a runt or for other such reasons, but that aside, he takes you in anyway—for he is a lightkeeper, is he not? what are lightkeepers for but to guide and light the way for those who need it? and he’s decided the day he took you in and learnt you were too young and weak to even glamour some magic over yourself and hide your fae features, that you’d be his ward; his to guide, his to raise, his to lull some magic over when the warmth of nod-krai prods at a snowland fae too wrongly.
and, oh... the wrongness he’d feel when you mature into years where growth is most prominent for fae. you’re at your first hundred years (practically a fledgling compared to his lifetime) and he’s... well into his thousands—and if that wasn’t enough to deter his want for you, you consider him a father! to be fair, he did take you in to be both ward and apprentice... he blames it on the grief or loneliness that comes with having lost many comrades over the years for being the reason as to why this odd desire festers in the first place. guiltily does it thrive whenever you call him sir or master, whenever you lean against him hoping he'll provide some icy air to your skin, and whenever you trot after him and naively promise you’ll spend your eternity with his.
(for how can you not? he is the old fae who so generously took you in and raised you, taught you all about mortal and immortal society, and keeps you chilled when the warmth of the lighthouse and nod-krai proves to be too much for a young, snowland fae such as yourself. oh, and you just know he spoils you rotten too...)
ah... how it digs at him that he cannot claim you the way he wishes to. it wouldn’t be proper of him to claim his ward as his mate—no, the only thing it’d make proper is a proper bastard out of him, he thinks.
but... if you were ever to have your first heat season in your hundred years... of course, he’d help you—he can’t just leave you alone to cry and wail unsatisfied and in pain—! no, no, it’d burden his fond heart too much. after all, his desires aside (it will never be extinguished unfortunately, try as he might), you’re still his ward and apprentice that he swore to take care of in every way :)