the concept of unseelie fae!flins knowing only malice because of how he's lived his life, because of the company he's kept for thousands of years. him thinking that there's nothing more to life than the chaos and cruelty he's meant to bring about as a member of the winter court, that the world is simply meant to decay, and that all life is meaningless, especially to an immortal like him. he looks the part of death and darkness and has fully accepted his nature as a sower of discord.
but then he stumbles across you, a young priestess, praying in the middle of the woods to the lord of the summer court. and when you spot him, you brighten — because you're not afraid of him, because you think he's there to answer you.
and he thinks it's only right that he should toy with you, if only to better break your little heart later on (because isn't that what malicious fae like him are meant to do?). so he tells you lie after lie — that he'll grant your foolish little requests: the end of the war on your country, the protection of your people, the coming of a bountiful harvest. he leads you, and you follow blindly, willingly, trusting in him. he asks you for offerings he doesn't need — your finest milk and honey first, then more of your time, then more of you. all this worship is meant to strengthen the power of the winter court and his kin, he thinks, and that's why he keeps coming back for a little more each time. once you're fully his, he'll destroy your soul.
but then he can't seem to explain why sometimes he wants to give you what you ask for. he doesn't know why he keeps coming back, when he knows his disappearance would cause you the most despair. he can't seem to fully grasp why he craves you even when you're not there with him, why he feels a strange tug in his heart whenever it seems like you just might see through his deception — even though you trust him too much, even though it never happens.
flins doesn't know why he now desperately wants to be the fae you believe him to be.
