Fae character (A) who has a True Name. Something they never share with anyone, nobody is allowed to know.
Accidentally, their friend (B) finds out what it is. They tell A that they know, and they reassure them they'll never use it. They'll never tell anyone. They're so sorry they found out, but they won't ever abuse it.
A is shocked. They feel violated. They know it was an accident, B never meant to learn their name (maybe B even saved them and learned the name is the process. So A is thankful for B, but...).
But they didn't tell B. They didn't want B to know. It's not theirs to know, it's A's name. It was supposed to be theirs, the only thing that nobody could ever take from them. And now it's ripped away without consent.
A feels open, exposed. They're Known. It hurts.
Can they go back to normal now? With A knowing that B knows? Or are things awkward, tense? How do they navigate this new dynamic?
My recent rant about nonhuman whumpees has me inspired to write something, but I'm absolutely horrible at making decisions. So, as with most things, I'll force other people to do the work for me!
didn't wanna add my whump ramblings to this post where OP could be potentially weirded out by it but this post is sooo good.
but i can't help but think: what if it's a live, distressed fairy instead?
the fairy is actively fighting to keep themself awake and wading so they don't drown, fighting for their life inside the bottle
maybe the shelf is full of bottles of drowned fairies, and this one is supposed to be dead, but they just managed to last longer than is normal. most don't make it to the shelf alive
the bottle could be purchased by a caretaker who spends way more than they were expecting to when they woke up this morning, gets the terrified, exhausted, drunk fairy out, and cares for them
or, the bottle could be purchased by a whumper intrigued by this singular bottle with a live fairy, who could do any number of things after, now that the helpless fairy's all theirs
even if it's whumper, the fairy is just grateful to be transferred from a prison where they're fighting an inevitable death by drowning and will die if they fall asleep, to a prison where they can at least rest
maybe it's purchased by both, a couple who are about to learn quite a lot about their partner's levels of compassion for the non-human
„When startled the prey might realize the predator is near too early and the hunt is unsuccessful."
"Its a standart mission, they commited a crime and are a threat against the empire. Remove them."
"And?"
"I don't care what you do with them as long as they stay gone."
Electra quietly entered the hall their target was in, with a snap of their fingers the magical warding and sigils they had drawn sprang to live and started doing their job, effectively restricting just about any usage of music but her own. Now the demoness stepped outside of her hiding space. Dressed in a perfectly fitted blue suit with the white hair pushed out of her face and a katana hanging on her hip.
"Now Whumpee, why don't we do this the easy way and you follow me?", she asked casually approaching the other.
The spirit whipped around, magic flaming up around their body, only to flicker and then go out completely.
Oh, the horror on their face was delicious. "Guess not then. The hard way then.", Electra grinned. "So be it."
The demoness snapped her fingers again and threads of electricity flowed out of her fingerips, quickly skippping across the wooden floor and setting it on fire wherever it went.
The spirit looked around panicked, the lightning caused fire had quicly surrounded both of them in a narrow, enclipse shaped space. And despite not being a fire spirit they could tell that wasn't normal fire...Subconsciously they folded their beautiful butterly-eque wings and took one step forward, away from the flames. Unfortunately towards the demon-lady threatening them. "What do you want?!"
"Oh I just need you to come with me, simple."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"Or you can stay here and have first your wings and then the rest of you get electrocuted and burned to a crisp without ever being allowed to die. Absorbed by my magic. Your choice.
"I'm not making a deal with you!", the spirit protested, and they knew they were giving ground with this.
And Electra knew it too. "I'm not asking you to." Next to her she drew the rough outshape of a door into the air, creating a king's blue shimmering portal.
The spirit tried once again to activate their magic but it was pointless. Surely there still had to be some people around, right? "HELP! HELP ME!"
Electra smiled, making another step forward. "Oh silly, nobody can hear you. Its just you and me." She drew the electrocuting fire closer around them both. "And I'm really your best choice here, so just follow me."
The spirit looked around panicked but they couldn't find a way out. Then I just have to way out from wherever she's taking me... And against the screaming in their head they followed the demoness' outstretched and gesturing hand through the portal.
Only to end up in a singular room of a mansion that was even more of fortress than the fire enclosure.
I wanted to use this to write an example of how Electra also captures targets when on shadow missions.
Hello! Sorry to bother you if this isn’t your thing, but do you have any ideas or prompts for a Fair Folk whumpee? Perhaps with a human caretaker, if you don’t mind?
Thank you kindly in advance!
Oh yesss (though forgive me if it's not accurate, because how Fair Folk work seem to be different depending on which source you check...)
Just imagine a human caretaker who doesn't know what to do, because they don't know exactly what they're dealing with. Maybe they try to patch up their wounds, but they use iron tools and only hurt Whumpee more.
Maybe the Whumpee slowly gets poisoned by the human world, as they don't belong here. Caretaker tries to help them heal and get them back, but they don't know how. Whumpee tries to help, but their condition gets worse and worse, until they're not making sense anymore. They're calling out names that Caretaker doesn't know, begging for help. Caretaker can't ask anyone else for help either, as that would put Whumpee in danger.
Adding to that, maybe caretaker can delay Whumpee's poisoning by getting them magical objects, just to get them some more magic from their world, so they can hang on.
Maybe Caretaker is hiding Whumpee from human who want to hurt them. Caretaker struggling between taking care of Whumpee, and also keeping them hiding.
Or Caretaker and Whumpee do not trust each other, but Caretaker won't let Whumpee suffer either. So they help, but the distrust between the two is making it difficult.
Or maybe Whumpee really needs help or they die, but Caretaker knows how dangerous Whumpee's kind is. So they will only help if Whumpee agrees to a deal, so they're bound by their word. Whumpee hates it, but they have no choice. (Does this backfire later?)
Hahahhh I finished it finally! I love my boys so much, they fill my heart with so much joy :;) @annablogsposts this obsession is all your fault! I need to make a masterpost for this... anyways, ENJOY!
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They rode in silence back to the Kingswood as one of the soldier’s had called it. Cosimo had scrunched his nose up at that name. How can a woods be owned by a King? Nature was its own master. Besides, there wouldn’t be Elfbows there if the original inhabitants of the forest were humans. No, Cosimo had the sneaking suspicion that this was the forest Henrik had told him about in his story of Niko’s father.
Cosimo remembered his tutor, one of the Elder Elves, telling him about the histories of their people. How they would live in harmony with nature, together as one, both giving and taking in equal measures. How the humans would come like an invasive species and only ever take… upsetting the balance of the earth to build their soulless cities and castles and nature be damned. Animals be damned.
“Nothing is sacred to humans, Cosimo,” Ludwig had told him. “They are selfish creatures. They would sacrifice anything to satiate their own greed.”
Cosimo’s eyes had gone wide at Ludwig’s cautionary words. He spoke them with such hatred that was foreign coming from the teacher’s mouth. Ludwig was patient, kind, compassionate — so hearing him speak with such malice, it struck a chord within Cosimo that echoed now in his mind and his chest. Jarring, eerie and wrong.
Was he making the right choice in leading the humans to the boy that Cosimo was trying to protect? Was there any way he could possibly distract them? Sneak off and find the boy and the fox and run?
Nestor’s laugh made his chest ache, as he floated into the memory without Cosimo’s permission. Nestor and his happy-go-lucky grin. After he heard Ludwig’s take on the humans he joined the conversation, leaning down heavy on Ludwig’s shoulders. Cosimo remembers smiling as the Elder rolled his eyes.
There was only one elf who would do such a thing.
“Ah, Ludwig. You are scaring the boy.”
“I am merely teaching,” Ludwig said, the hatred gone from his voice as he straightened his spine and grabbed Nestor’s arm lifting it from around his neck. “You should know better than to interrupt.”
“Always good to be a little nosey,” Nestor said, lifting his eyes to meet Cosimo’s and winking at him. “Eh, Cosimo?”
Cosimo’s smile grew into a cheap copy of Nestor’s mischievous grin. “You should know better than to fill his head with such nonsense, Nestor. Not all elves have the freedom to be as carefree as you.”
“If he’s learning the bad he can learn the good of the humans too, no? About their music? Their art? Their love, Ludwig.”
“The boy is but a child,” Ludwig hissed, glaring at Nestor. Cosimo swallowed as Nestor’s smile fell from his face. Ludwig stood to his full height, turning his body slightly to stare at Nestor down his crooked nose. “It is better he be cautious around humans than seek them out for no good reason.”
Cosimo’s heart pounded in his skull but he couldn’t just sit by and watch Nestor be scolded. “I would never do such a thing, Ludwig.”
The two elves turned their head to look at Cosimo who was standing now too, head high, chin up, determined. “I heed your warning. You’re my teacher. I want to learn from you, and from your experiences. What reason would I have to leave court in search of humans? I have everything I need right here.”
Ludwig cocked an arched brow at Cosimo’s words, a begrudgingly proud tightness wound his jaw. “You are too smart for your age, Cosimo.”
“That’s because he has an ancient elder schooling him,” Nestor said with a cheeky laugh, slapping a hearty palm onto Ludwig’s back. “I’m heading out on a reconnaissance mission today.”
“To the humans?” Cosimo asked, ignoring the scolding glance Ludwig sent his way.
Nestor scrunched his lips up. “Sort of. More like, seeing them at a distance. If they’re close to the court we can disguise it better or hide it well, make sure the humans don’t disturb us and just walk past the court.”
“You should go do it then,” Ludwig told him. “Let me get on with my job.”
Nestor hummed sagely, nodding in agreement. “Yes. I agree. Cosimo remember to frown when he speaks so he knows you take him seriously.”
Cosimo laughed as Ludwig shoved Nestor away playfully in reply. “Get out of here.”
“I’m gone.”
Cosimo stared after Nestor who waved before disappearing from sight. Ludwig settled back down, sitting once more and gazed up at Cosimo. “What is it, boy?”
Cosimo swallowed, snapping himself out of his daze and sat back down across from Ludwig. “I just wonder what reconnaissance missions would be like.”
“If Nestor’s anything to go by, clearly it drives you mad.”
Cosimo smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I mean being that close to humans.”
Ludwig’s gaze was heavy on Cosimo’s face, studying the young elf’s features. His high cheekbones and shrewd eyes, always busy, always calculating something behind them. It wasn’t the first time Ludwig had been left out of Cosimo’s musings, but even so… he wanted to know what the boy thought. How his mind worked. But that wasn’t Ludwig’s job.
“We resume,” is all Ludwig said. Cosimo blinked and he was staring at Ludwig, focused once more. He nodded and shifted in his seat, clasping his hands together in front of him. “We resume.”
The memory left, leaving a sense of uneasiness in its wake. Maybe Ludwig was being over-cautious, sometimes he was like that.
And the humans only ever treated us with kindness, a sarcastic voice hissed in the back of Cosimo’s mind. Take off the hood and see their true colours.
Cosimo ignored the voice and focused on the task at hand. They were amongst the trees now, coming close to the camp. Maybe another twenty minute ride.
“Everything okay, Cosimo?” Henrik asked. Cosimo took a deep breath. Everything seemed too big right now. Too much for him to grasp between his fingers and wrestle under his control. All he needed to do was find the boy. Once he saw him, he would be fine. Everything will be fine.
“I just want to find my brother,” Cosimo told Henrik, careful to remember that’s what Cosimo had told the King and his right hand. A lie. He had told them a lie, and when they found out… what would they do to Cosimo then?
When they arrived at the camp Cosimo’s heart jumped into his mouth, remembering the events that happened here yesterday? Today? That brought him back here. How Henrik was the one who kicked him to the ground and kept him there. Cuffing him, bringing him to the palace… it turned Cosimo’s stomach.
Henrik climbed off Ebony behind him, and Cosimo lifted his leg over the saddle to slide down himself beside Henrik. He brushed the hood back off his head, the earth under his feet feeling like a sigh of relief. Nikolas came over to the pair as someone led Henrik’s horse away to be tied off.
“Well, Cosimo,” Nikolas said with a sweeping gesture. “Lead the way.”
Cosimo nodded, searching for the stream he had crossed. He prayed that nobody had been through here since he was. No elf, nobody who came looking. Let the boy be there.
He crossed the stream first, then looked over his shoulder to the King and his right hand. He straightened himself, shoulders pulling back, making himself taller before speaking. “Would it be okay if I went and retrieved the— my brother before I introduce him to all of you? He might be frightened.”
Nikolas tilted his head slightly, regarding Cosimo with his discerning green eyes. Nikolas pursed his lips. “No, Cosimo. I think it’s best if we find him together. What if you get lost?”
Cosimo scoffed. “I’m an elf. I can’t get lost in the forest.”
“All the same,” Nikolas said with a kind smile and a little shrug. Cosimo swallowed and faced forward again, gathering his discarded water container and walking up the slippery bank to the trail on top. He was so close… he could run, the likelihood of the humans catching him was slim. He could disappear in the trees, come out when they had given up looking for him. The boy would be safe in the Elfbow.
Unless the elves started looking for him too. The thought unsettled him more, in which case he would be better off with the humans. So Cosimo planted his feet even though he wanted so badly to run. He had to remember who he was, he wasn’t some scared boy. He had to trust his instincts, they got him this far. Everything would be fine.
“I could do with your long legs,” Nikolas said to Cosimo with an airy laugh as he climbed the bank.
“Or maybe it’s the lack of shoes,” Henrik mused, nodding at Cosimo’s bare feet. “It gives you more grip.”
“Perhaps you humans should whine less,” Cosimo said with a smirk, which only grew when the two humans full attention was on the elf. “It seems to weigh you down more, makes you slow.”
Henrik laughed his deep heart chuckle, and slapped Cosimo between his shoulder blades playfully. It was Nikolas who spoke next: “You lead the way from here, Cosimo. Hopefully we can find your brother before dark.”
Cosimo’s smile dimmed a bit at the edges as he bowed his head slightly. “Of course. This way.”
They trekked in silence back the way Cosimo came, the trees and trail familiar, the forest floor almost guiding him to where he needed to be. Cosimo prayed that the boy be okay. That he’s safe. That the elves didn’t find him and take him back to court or worse.
When the elfbow came into Cosimo’s sight he took off into a run. “There!” Henrik and the King’s footsteps thundered behind as Cosimo ran through the thick coat of leaves with ease. He craned his neck around the tree, chest heaving to see the fox in the nook, cuddled up beside the sleeping boy. Sweat soaked hair clung to the boy’s forehead and he looked far more pale than the last time Cosimo had seen him.
“Cosimo?!”
Cosimo pressed his forehead against the elfbow under his palm and closed his eyes in relief. Thank you. I’m here to take him again.
“Cosimo?” Henrik called from faraway. “Where are you?”
Cosimo’s eyes shot open. Humans couldn’t come into the sanctuary of the elder trees. Elfbows served elves and were almost sacred in their protection. After the humans started destroying forests to clear way for cities and villages, the elder trees made a pact with one of the first elves: that if the elves protected the tree then, it would serve as protector for future generations. Or so the story went.
The court elders always made a point of telling Cosimo that if he was ever lost or scared to find an elfbow and he would be safe from humans. It only occurred to him then, that he could just hide with the boy here and Henrik and Nikolas would never find them.
The humans wouldn’t find them, he reminded himself. Elfbows don’t protect elves from elves. A smaller voice, a childlike voice in the back of his mind continued: and who are you more scared of?
“I’m here,” Cosimo called back, unsure if they would be able to hear him. “He’s here, he’s alright. I’ll be just a second.”
The fox tilted her head as Cosimo entered the small nook, and watched silently as Cosimo hooked one arm under the boys neck and the other under the boys knees and lifted him from the soil and blanket of leaves. The boy was cold and covered in a thick sheen of sweat that made Cosimo’s heart race.
Surely the humans could heal him, they could fix him. Do something! They would know more. The fox chirped at Cosimo’s heel, bowed into a deep stretch her tail swishing as she stood. Black beady eyes peered up at Cosimo and he understood that she was asking: what now? Even if he wanted to, Cosimo couldn’t dissuade the fox from following and protecting the boy. Foxes were far too cunning to be tricked by a young elf.
The boy was far more lifeless than ever, his chest rising shallowly. Cosimo didn’t waste anymore time in the Elfbow’s protection. He emerged from under a sheet of leaves to see Henrik and King Nikolas with their backs turned to Cosimo.
“Here,” Cosimo rushed out, voice hitching as his feet carried him quickly across the distance to the two humans he decided to trust. Even though this could all be a farce, Cosimo was desperate. The fox pattered along behind him.
The humans turned at the sound of Cosimo’s voice, eyes drawn to the half alive boy in his arms. Henrik rushed over went to take the boy out of Cosimo’s hands but Cosimo turned at the last moment, wide panicked eyes meeting Henrik’s stunned gaze turning sympathetic.
“I have him,” Cosimo said, tone clipped. Henrik straightened, nodding.
Nikolas was the one to move them along. “We need to get him to Artzet immediately.”
“Will he be able to fix him?” Cosimo asked, following the humans back through the forest to the camp.
Henrik leaned into Nikolas and said quietly: “Niko, did you—”
“Yes,” Nikolas replied quickly, cutting Henrik off. He glanced over his shoulder at Cosimo, but the fae had his eyes and attention fixed solely on the unconscious boy in his arms, expression tight with worry. “Now’s not the time, Henrik. We can talk more once we get the boy back to Artzet.”
“Did you see the fox?”
Nikolas laughed, low and rich. “Yes. I saw.”
“Do you think it’s coming along too?”
“I don’t think we could dissuade it even if we tried.”
Cosimo was oblivious to the conversation ahead of him as he carefully stepped down the bank of the stream and hopped it effortlessly. The fox padded along beside him, not even faltering when they emerged into the humans camp.
“Come, men,” Nikolas called to the camp. “We are to be off as soon as we ready the horses.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. Soldiers milled to action. It was a smaller party than Henrik was with so within minutes they were packed and on horseback again.
Henrik stood beside Ebony and held his arms out to Cosimo. Cosimo’s sharp eyes cut into Henrik, narrow, untrusting. Henrik tried to look as reassuring as possible.
“You can’t get on the horse with him in your arms, Cosimo. Don’t worry, I’ll give him right back.”
Cosimo worried his bottom lip before nodding with a sigh. He passed the boy to Henrik’s strong arms and hesitated before releasing the boy. He quickly climbed up onto Ebony and held his arms out for the boy again.
Henrik’s smile was kind and reassuring as he passed the boy up to Cosimo before mounting the horse behind them. The fox sat in front of Ebony’s snout as she grazed, beady black eyes peering up at the elf.
“Will the fox be joining us?” Henrik asked.
Cosimo nodded. “She will walk behind. I don’t think she’ll mind the distance.”
“Still, it is a long way to go for such little legs,” Nikolas said coming to a stop beside them. “Will she let me carry her?”
Cosimo looked at the fox who tilted her head at him. A silent understanding passed between them, and Cosimo nodded.
“Yeah, she’ll let you pick her up.”
“Come on sweet thing,” Nikolas said, crouching and extending his hands to her. The fox walked towards him, sniffing his hand before plodding up to him and letting herself be lifted. “Oh, she’s so soft. I think I’ll ride with her beside you, so she can still see you both.”
Cosimo nodded. “Of course.”
Nikolas did just that and then they set off out of the king’s wood back to palace, Cosimo holding the boy tight to his chest. Henrik put the hood over Cosimo’s head before they reached the city gates, the cloak partly obscured the sleeping boy’s face, the other pressed into Cosimo’s chest.
Nikolas had one soldier ride ahead and tell Artzet to prepare a bed for the unconscious boy. They didn’t stop for chats with villagers this time, the air of urgency within their ranks must have carried outwards because no one stopped Nikolas for a catchup as they raced through the streets. Hooves clapped like thunder with steady, rhythmic beats as they passed the village to the wealthier residential area and finally the gates of the palace came into view.
“Just hold on,” Cosimo whispered, tightening his hold on the boy as they trotted to the stables. Henrik dismounted quickly, spreading his arms for the boy. Cosimo hesitated, again, but he didn’t have time to waste. This was life or death and Cosimo vowed he would keep the boy safe. They had come too far to risk it all over Cosimo’s feelings.
Cosimo had just passed the boy to Henrik when Nikolas appeared beside them, fox at his heels. Anxiety at not having the boy close crawled thick up Cosimo’s spine along with a sudden warm feeling as he jumped off Ebony. He had only begun to take a step towards Henrik when his vision swam with an impenetrable darkness. The world swayed and his body became like lead and he was falling.
A warm chest caught him before he could make contact with the ground. Cosimo let out a startled gasp, hands reaching up to hold onto the solid person that kept him upright, his body shivering as strong hands wrapped around him, reassuring.
“It’s okay, Cosimo,” Nikolas told him. “You’re okay. You’ve had a very long day.”
“The boy—” Cosimo mumbled, his tongue heavy as he tried to push his legs to work properly so he could stand on his own. An elf leaning on a human… what would the Elders think?
“We’ll get him to Artzet, as promised, dear boy. Henrik will carry him—”
“No.”
“Yes, you can barely stand. Don’t worry, you and I will head up together. Henrik and Artzet will take good care of him.”
Cosimo wanted to protest but there was no time. Instead he fought back tears as he nodded meekly. “Okay.”
Nikolas nodded at Henrik. Henrik turned on his heel and within seconds disappeared into the palace. Cosimo turned in Nikolas’s hold, one hand fisting the fabric of the King’s tunic in a stranglehold to keep standing. He only stopped when he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Nikolas. Nikolas wrapped an arm around Cosimo, the other ready to catch him if he tried to make a move.
“Easy, Cosimo.”
Cosimo risked a step forward. He would have fallen if it wasn’t for Nikolas’s strong arm holding him up. Cosimo let out a breathy curse in elvish, frustrated at his temporary weakness. He needed to get to Henrik and the boy. He needed to make sure they didn’t do anything bad to him. What if they locked him in iron cuffs? What then?
Something scratched the back of his brain but Cosimo didn’t have the energy to focus on it or give it the light of day.
“Just wait a second, Cosimo, it will pass. Your brother’s not going anywhere.”
The air around him was thick and clammy, like there was no actual oxygen getting to his lungs, as if he was inhaling tiny amounts of iron with every breath. He wouldn’t put it past Rochus to do something like that, poison the air while Cosimo was away.
Nikolas reached over to Ebony’s saddle bag and pulled Henrik’s waterskin from it. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
Cosimo took it from Nikolas, unscrewed the bottle and drank it down. The cool liquid was soothing and refreshing as it went down Cosimo’s throat and he found the more he drank the more he wanted to drink. He finished the container of water and opened his eyes, already feeling a ten times better than before.
Nikolas grinned. “Better?”
“Yes,” Cosimo said, handing him the empty water-skin. “Much better. Can we go to Artzet now?”
Nikolas laughed and shook his head fondly. For a short, heart-stopping moment Cosimo thought the king shaking his head side to side meant no, and Cosimo’s mind conjured up the worst.
“You are a determined boy, Cosimo.”
Cosimo felt his cheeks flush pink as he stepped forward, trying to hide his reaction from the king. Nikolas stepped with him until they got to the railing on the stairs. Cosimo let go of Nikolas’s arm and placed all his weight on the railing. He could do this. He could get to the boy. He was so close to saving them.
Once they were up the stairs Nikolas led Cosimo, arm in arm, to Artzet’s clinic. Cosimo almost cried when he saw the boy, something in his arm that connected him to a bag of water. A damp cloth over his forehead.
Myshka was sitting on one bed over, observing Artzet as he worked. Henrik greeted them. “Ah, you’re here. Good.”
“Is it serious?” Cosimo rushed out.
“No, no. Boy is good, strong, healthy of heart,” Artzet replied, smiling at Cosimo over his shoulder. “He will make full recovery.”
“He’ll be okay?” Cosimo whispered, not willing to believe his ears or eyes or anything as he walked with heavy feet to the end of the boy’s bed. The fox was laying there, curled up at the end of his bed and made a noise of recognition when Cosimo approached.
“He will be fine, boy,” Artzet said again, looking to Henrik and Nikolas with a shrug. “I thought that is what I said?”
“Cosimo’s had a long day,” Henrik said. “The two of them both need some rest.”
Cosimo didn’t dare blink in case the world would trick him and make the boy disappear. He couldn’t sleep, not until the boy woke up. He had to make sure the boy was okay. That he didn’t doom them both.
“You say boy is your brother?” Artzet asked, eyes as wide as an owls. Cosimo swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. Did he catch him in a lie?
“Good,” Artzet said happily. “Then I know he will be okay. He will be as strong as his big brother, uh? Now, I set up bed beside him for you to sleep.”
Cosimo glanced up at Artzet and nodded fervently. Nikolas made a noise behind him. “Cosimo, I think a proper bed would be better. Hospital beds are uncomfortable—”
“Niko,” Henrik said softly. Nikolas sighed. Cosimo turned to look at the King. His shoulders sagged as he yielded.
“Okay. Fine, I know I won’t convince you otherwise, but Cosimo, the minute you and your brother are better you—”
Nikolas cut himself off as Cosimo crossed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around the King, squeezing tightly.
“Thank you,” Cosimo whispered. Nikolas let out a soft, shocked breath of a laugh, wrapping his arms tentatively around the elf.
“It’s my pleasure,” Nikolas replied as Cosimo stepped out of his embrace. “I will go and prepare your rooms. Artzet, I leave the boys in your capable hands.”
“Full house!” Artzet cried, drawing the covers back on the bed beside the sleeping boy’s. Cosimo walked over to it and climbed in, thanking Artzet and Henrik as he pressed his head to the pillow. Artzet and Henrik started talking in low, hushed voices while Cosimo watched the boy’s chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall.
Alive and safe.
Cosimo did it. He rescued them. His eyelids suddenly grew heavy and Cosimo didn’t fight them as they slid over his eyes, darkness welcoming him like an old friend. Sleep took him somewhere far away, somewhere he didn’t have to think and worry and fret. Somewhere he didn’t betray his race and seek refuge in humans.
Henrik stayed even when he was sure the elf was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling softly. He looked so much younger when he was asleep, Henrik thought, without the hard crease between his brows. His jaw wasn't clenched, his face relaxed, no stubborn, steely gaze to contend with. He looked like a boy, a human boy around fourteen years old.
Already Henrik had developed a protective streak for the elf, wanting to comfort and care for him as much as the elf would allow. More than the elf would allow. The fondness in Henrik's chest for Cosimo wasn't the only recent feeling that had taken hold of him since he met the boy. There was something foreboding, unnatural, as if there was a presence watching him from somewhere unseen to the naked eye, and Henrik knew that Cosimo's presence here would only spell trouble. Still, he couldn't find it in himself to let the boy go now that he had met him. He still had so many questions to ask him; why he ran, who he was, will he stay?
All those questions could wait until Cosimo and his brother awoke. For now, Henrik pulled up a chair and rest his head against the backrest, content with watching over the newest residents of the palace.
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Continued here
Orphanage roll call (zee tag-list, lmk if you wanna be added or removed): @tippytappytyping
He did have wings at one point in his life(as you can see in the image above)as he was born as a half fae. But his wings got torn off by a soldier of an opposing force, so in its place are 2 scars where his wings used to be.
(Yes, I used an autopsy report template, idfk why, but I chose to)
Basically, to paint the picture for you; his enemy(let's say that it was a dragonfly warrior of some kind)was able to knock him down, and before Declan could get the upper hand and stab his opponent, the opponent grabbed his arm and broke it, before then grabbing him by his wings and tearing them off with ease before throwing Declan to the ground, and leaving the once winged soldier to die on a cold autumn evening, alone and too hurt to really move much. But someone did end up finding him
