The Fae And The Puck | Moxiety
A/N: this was an experiment fic to see if I could write a piece without using their names
Requested by a close friend :)
Prompt: Virgil is a Faerie that wilts anything he touches....except for Patton for some reason?
If you're familiar with the welsh lore on Faeries then to help you imagine what they look like Virgil is charcoal and amethyst colored and would be from the unseelie court, (but he doesnt act all evil) , Patton is a mushroom faerie.
Patton is blind.
Patton and Virgil are genderbent, and Virgil is referred to as Fae or Faerie, whilst Patton is referred to as tiny Faerie, sprite and Puck.
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It was in a flash that the tiny Faerie was seen, nimbly sifting through the landscape, picking at herbs and the like. It never looked at what they were picking, an unfocused gaze accompanied the sprite looking creature.
It never looked at her, and to be fair the cursed fay didn't mind. It was expected.
The birds sung and flew about the sprite girl, and her shoulders visibly relaxed. A smile graced her features as she looked upwards with no certain destination in mind. She reveled in the sunlight that broke through to meet her.
It was then, that the taller of the two decided to leave, better that than to stir up trouble. As she turned to walk away, the other called out to her.
"Where are you going?" A breathy voice called.
The fay stood still, turning to look at them again, to see who she was talking to. She found the other looking in the general direction of where she stood, smiling softly. Their frost covered eyes staring uncertainly at them.
Truth be told, the wretched fay was hesitant to speak. They didn't want to risk defiling sprite in anyway possible, as silly as it may seem. The sprite wasn't deterred by the response, or rather, lack thereof, and began walking towards her.
The taller of the two backed away, and the shorter one stopped walking, head cocked to where her ear was pointed at the latter.
The sprite frowned, but continued forward, hand outstretched as if showing her the way. The sprite stopped feet from the fay, and bent to pick something up.
Before she could process what the puck was doing, goats-beard was shoved into her hand, causing her to back away, dropping the gift. The fay stood there, mouth agape whilst the flower wilted away.
She looked up and chose to stare at cap of the girls mushroom, if the sprite could see her, she'd see uncertainty swimming across her features. The fay could however, see the sprites face out of the corner of her eye, and the unbridled sadness that she bore at the death of a flower.
"You shouldn't have done that." She knew her voice sounded somewhat intimidating, but she didn't rightly care. The sprite didn't seem to notice she was in danger, and her demeanor faltered none.
The former stepped forward. "It's alright," she reach out to touch the other, and as soon as their skin met, the Fay hissed and jolted backward.
"Do you have a death wish?!" She sneered. Voice sounding barely above a breathless whisper.
The sprite did yank her hand back, and upon the feel if her palm she showed the cursed fay the unmarred skin left behind.
The fay was awestruck, lips parted slightly. The sprite took another step, but the latter had turned and hurried away, leaving a tiny trail of wilted plants in her wake.
Barely a fortnight had passed, the charred fay had noticed the fortnightly visits the little puck had been growing accustomed to. Some nights the sprite would hum a soft melody, fireflies danced around her at times. It was an exquisite experience.
This night, however, was the faerie with the cursed touch, who had been humming. She watched nature buzz around her and she found it mesmerizing how the world didnt need her, the evil she represented, or anything else she brought. Sure, it made her, but as she could see it also prospered without her.
She sat with her right leg folded beneath the other, and she sighed at the length of wilted grass beneath her left outstretched leg. She found it incredible that the sea of greens before her made a bleak, inky, amethyst mess. Made for destruction rather than the gift of creation.
While the thoughts spread in her mind like wildfire, she failed to notice the puck walk up to her.
Only when the sprite hummed along with the fay, did she even notice.
She stopped humming and stared at the puck, something that was similar to abhorred horror written on her face. Unbeknownst to the sprite, of course.
"What are you doing?" It came out lighter than she wanted, borderline gentle.
The other pause, turning to stare at nothing. "Im humming?" She smiled.
Still tense, she chose her words carefully. "Why are you here?" The fay watched with meticulous care at the others response.
"Is.." The puck adjusted her untrained gaze to match the sound of the others voice. "Is it strange.... To say I find you interesting?" Each syllable that left the sprites lips sounded like a windchime, a beautiful collection of sounds.
"Everything I touch wilts away." She responded bitterly.
"Yes," the sprite nodded, "and yet, from the feel of it, the fields are still green, and the rabbits bound free." She inched closer, sitting down. "Not to mention, when you touched me I was fine." She let out a breathy chuckle.
Dumbfounded, she remained silent for a while. Before finding her voice again. "Won't you be in trouble for even speaking to a thing like me?" It was rhetorical, even a blind woman (pun intended) could see the answer.
"Well, then, make it worth my while." The puck slide herself into her side, head resting on the faeries leg, hugging it.
The fay could feel the smile that the sprite had, and to her credit, the puck was interesting too. No one had ever behaved this way around her, which made her curious. With a bit of hesitation, the fay let her hand rest on the pucks side.
She drew a breath and looked back out across the field. "I'm not gonna change what I was doing, you know." The faerie was stubborn, that much was clear if the tone in her voice was anything to go by.
"I never asked you to."
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Hope you enjoyed💜
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A/N: How the fic played out is actually inspired by a scene in Outlander season 6, where the siege is taking place and Claire finds comfort by laying her head down on Jaime and he soothes her by rubbing circles into her back, I am absolutely in love with that scene- :)
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