“I am Fae. There is very little I do that ultimately isn’t in my best interest. I have spent an untold number of years seeking power, and when I first laid my eyes on you, I knew you were different—I even said so. When you have lived for as long as I have, different is good.”
Jason waits, sensing the fae isn’t done yet.
“What I didn’t expect was the… the fire between us. I have had many lovers in my life, but never have I lain with someone who makes me melt the way you do. I want—I want to keep that for as long as I can.” Tim’s tone takes on an earnest note. “Fae do not love the way humans do—we’re incapable of it—but I feel like, thanks to you, I have an idea of what it is. I would rather die than see you come to harm by something I can save you from.”
I did remember parts of it but I definitely had to go and copy paste it cause didn’t remember it to the dot but loved the contrast and how honest and heartfelt they were. Love winter lord Timmy I miss him 😔
"You got anything big enough I can wear to sleep? Otherwise you’re getting Jason au naturale.”
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 ok now i wanna reread dog days of summer for the uptenth time. It's the season 💖🤣
He cocks his head, unsure if it's curiosity or abject confusion warring within. Before him stand the shadowlings he'd left in his human's care while he rested and recuperated from his ordeal at the hands of the Queen of Night.
This might have been a mistake.
"What are you wearing?" he asks, gesturing to one of the shadowy blobs that has some unidentifiable red fabric around its waist.
"A tutu, my Lord of Winter."
Puzzling, to be sure. However, he is already picking up on his human's suppressed mirth and refuses to be baited into asking what the garment's function is. He will find out, make no mistake about that because curiosity has ever been his downfall.
For now, he casts his gaze over the rest of the shadowlings. His memory of them is hazy, wracked by pain as he'd been at the time, but he's pretty sure they were all identical in shape and size and overall toothiness before he'd passed out.
These beings most certainly are not.
"You." He points languidly to one who wears a long shadow as a cape with a cowl adorned by little horns. "Why do you shadow instead of color?"
All the others are wearing something colorful, but this one blends well in the night.
Beside him, his mortal starts to audibly snicker, as does the purple one who has yet to leave his presence. "Oh, this is gonna be good," Hood murmurs to her.
The shadowling steps forward and thumps its chest, which has the effect of making its rotund little belly jiggle. "Becausse I'm Noir."
He suspects there is more to this answer than he is receiving as both Hood and the purple one grin widely.
"Noir, show him what you do to B," Hood coaxes. His grin grows even bigger.
The shadowling puffs its chest out and holds up its shadowy cape so that it billows in the clearing. "I am darkness. I am the night. I am BATMAN!" it all but crows.
Hood and the purple one fall into laughter like this is the most funny thing in all of existence and the shadowling preens under the attention.
As the rest of the shadowlings join in on the mirth with their hissing laughter, the Lord of Winter decides leaving these Fae creatures with the Red Hood was probably a rather large mistake. He inwardly sighs and gives up on trying to understand.
There are many other things he would prefer to do on this night before he has to return to Fae.
His gaze lands on his still-laughing mortal and basks in the brightness and warmth of his aura. If he has his way about it, it will be more than Hood's aura that will be wrapped around him tonight.
After all, there's only so much one can do in dreams.
