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Turns out I never posted these here, look at them being cunty in their pride

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We're back on the toxic yaoi train chat

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A fairy Merry Christmas

I meant to schedule this to post on Christmas day, but turns out I don't know how to use tumblr. I wrote this cute sun 3.0 story as a christmas gift to thief, merry yule pookie hope you like it <3

Christmas comes in many forms throughout the planes, traditions and names for the day varying wildly. But to everyone, those who celebrate and those who don’t, the day is still seen as one of rest and day for being home. This tradition is no different in the eternal winters of the unseelie court, a place where hearth and home are values above all. 

The tradition of a large and towering pine tree stems from this court, where the abundance of evergreen trees means easy access and represents hope of life in the eternal frost. The town square boasts  the largest tree many have ever seen. Strung with lights that dance along the branches like pixies in the snow, with dried oranges and fruits that bring the smell of home throughout the town, with bells that sound like the laughter of far away pixies. A tree that brings all of the snow fae home.

It is under this tree a small family gathers to celebrate their first yule together, a small girl and her adoptee. The child, Sylvie, stares up at the tree with the awe and wonder of any small child; the tree too large for her to comprehend, and the magic being so wonderful it continues to draw her eye. She tugs on Sun’s hand attempting to get his attention while she gestures wildly at the branches. He looks down at her in confusion, unsure what the small hexblood is trying to tell him. 

“Birdie I don’t know what you’re seeing” he says genty, Glancing at the tree she's gesturing at in confusion. The young girl stares at him, her blood red eyes showing hurt and confusion, but she doesn’t say a word. 

Confused sun crouches down to her level and follows where she is pointing from her level. That's when he sees what she sees as a small sprite, waving at the girl wings glinting in the tree lights. He aves back politely and leans closer to Sylvie whispering in her ear “did you make a friend birdie? Want to go say hello?”. 

The little girl, who Sun still isn’t even sure speaks sylvan, seems to think for a second then slowly nods at him. She's quickly scooped up into suns arms as he approaches the tree with her, quickly telling her to be kind to the sprite as he walks towards the tree. The small sprite seeing the girl approaching with her father seems delighted, smile growing larger and she hops through the branches to the lowest boughs of the tree. The small sprite sits on the lowest branch she can, about a foot above suns head as she waves at the small hexblood. Sylvie looks at Sun before waving at her new friend. When the sprite smiles back and does a small magic trick for her, sun watches as her face lights up in pure joy as her small hands reach out to touch the magic.

Sun can’t help but smile at her and then the sprite in turn, this is the first time he's seen her light up like this. The poor girl only came into his possession a few weeks ago, and her walls have been hard to slowly break down. The only other time he's seen her even close to happy is when his mother came over with cookies. The girl had been hesitant then, clearly wary of strangers and gifts; but, when she realized robin was no threat and the cookies clearly tasted better then they smelled she ate some with a small smile and nodded thanks. He can’t help the smile that creeps on to his face recalling the memory, this small girl deserves all the joy in her life he can find for her. 

Unlike all the other children he’s helped before he has yet to find her home. The little hexblood has yet to utter a word to him, and other than they fae he “dispatched” to get her no one seems to know where she's from. That had frightened him for the first few days, unsure what to do with the small girl with no home. Surely she couldn’t stay with him, most children found his armour frightening, found him frightening. And yet this one didn’t, despite her first memories of him being in his dark armour covered in blood smelling of death and magic, she didn’t hesitate to run into his arms like all the other children. No this strange little hexblood ran straight to him and never let go, and maybe after these few weeks sun was willing to admit he wasn’t willing to let go of her either. 

Under the evergreen tree meant to invoke the feeling of home, and nostalgia of holidays long past he decides to make his home. Put down a few roots, and take a little bird under his wing.

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hi thief, hows the crash out going pookie

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HI. HI AM I JUST MEANT TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS??? HI. HELLO.

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Hmmmm I think it’s another night for jack writes things TM. But this time I hit sirion and sun with the NPC happy beam. This one is sun centric but I should get a more siron one later

Sun doesn’t remember the court at all, he was much too young when they left. Mom was getting sicker and mama despite her magic is no healer and certainly not an expert in the shadow plague. So despite the pain of leaving the wintery home mama had grown up in and had hoped to raise her song bird in, they left to find someone with a cure.

They made their way to the mortal plane, both women seeking any sort of direction of who may have answers. That’s how they wound up in that small town, nowhere special but with enough connect to the lady of shadow and loss to have some hope.

It is in seeking help from this secluded circle of cleric Sun meets his first friend. A small boy who hide behind his mother’s legs (no only then 4) as she talks to the fae women. Sun waves to the boy, but Siron is little and very shy so little progress is made on making friends that day.

Shadow sickness can not be cured, it’s simple fact of life once the shadow is in your blood and bones there is no erasing that only holding it back. So the monastery became a place well known to sun, often following on the heels of his mom as she came to meet with the clerics and see what they could do, it’s during these visits when they’re both a bit older and young sun and siron finally it off, often running to the courtyard to play fight together, or too the outside garden to play pretend. Childhood friendship is a strong bond when properly forged, and while mom coming to the monastery was often a sign of a bad day sun was always happy to find joy in playing with his friend.

When they are older and sun is allowed to roam on his own, the two often meet outside of the home of Shar and even on days when mom is feeling fine. It is on one of these days, somewhere in their teens as they sit on the edge of town near the main road they meet a young Var.

Var is in town to meet the clerics of shar as they believe the clerics have an item that may help with their craft (whatever that is) and that they have the item they requested. Var a good decade older then the two, notices as their walking to the monetary the two boys watching the gun strapped to their back and the array of small weapons strapped to their belt.

After being escorted to the clerics and finishing up business, var offers to reward the boys by teaching them how to handle their prized weapon as long as they promise to not loose a toe in the process. Siron nearly breaks that promise 5 minutes in

I’m eepy this is all you get

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Thief memes

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