Who: Mathias
With: Virgil ( @sxncerelyme )
Verse: A Fourth of a Soul
Prompt: send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours… 45. out of anger
Mathias liked to think he was a rational man. He was also a man who was very, very, very used to getting his way- but that was only fitting for a Fae Prince, he thought. His home in the fae realm was plush and comfy, filled with finery and so many books that even he in his endless lifespan would be kept terribly busy if he intended to get overtop all of them. He’d never been inclined to take very many a lover, but when he had, he’d kept them for as long as he’d wished. He wasn’t blind enough not to realize they were more windswept by his status than anything, but it mattered little. They kept his bed warm and offered a fun bit of respite from the droller politics that accompanied his position.
Suffice it to say, he was ill prepared to be slammed in the face with a miserably insistent tugging in his chest for a man that didn’t even seem to want him.
‘Soulmate,’ they were calling it. Whoever and whatever had transported them here- and that was an entire bucket of gnomes that Mathias wasn’t inclined to open just now- had left them all with something that was either a gift or a curse, depending on how you were to look at it. In Mathias’ case, he’d been left without any indication that this was anything but a curse.
He would have preferred it if Virgil had been scornful and scathing. Ire, he knew what to do with; he could wriggle his way into forgiveness given time. But this polite, detached distance? It wasn’t even that Mathias had done anything wrong, he just wasn’t good enough for the witch boy. Maybe he wasn’t human enough. Maybe he wasn’t redheaded enough, or maybe it was that he didn’t have an eight- pack.
Plenty of ‘maybe’s for him to throw around for all eternity, because the human Virgil was always hanging off of couldn’t have been any more different from Mathias.
Obviously, there’d been some kind of mistake.
Mathias really had meant to just fucking ignore it. Ignore the bond, ignore him, refuse to acknowledge someone who didn’t think he was worth anything more than a fake grin and being brushed off. But Fate, oh, she liked playing tricks, didn’t she?
He’d be the first to admit that brooding in a tree was a painfully stereotypically fae-ish thing for him to do, but up here, above the rest of the world and surrounded only by the tree tops, Mathias felt most at home. It had been three days now with no sign of a return path opening, no sign of things going back the way they should. All he wanted to do was return home to his realm where he could spend a hundred years or so sulking until both the soulmate that didn’t want him and his soulmate’s boyfriend were dead and he felt better.
There was a saying, something of how if you thought of the devil, so would he appear.
And Virgil the devil himself appeared, waltzing his happy ass through the forest, and all of Mathias’ wounded feelings and anger flared up at once, sending rational thought out the door.
His boots hit the leaf- coated forest floor with a crunch, and he hoped his sudden appearance would startle the coldhearted witch.
“Dangerous forest to be wandering alone,” He chimed aloud, arms crossed haughtily. He stood in place for a moment before moving to the left, circling the man. “No telling what manner of wicked fae you’ll come across. Some of us are quite cruel, you know.” His voice was syrup- sweet and lilting, but that, perhaps, spoke of even more danger than a decidedly pissy tone would have.
Mathias was beyond hurt, now. Beyond jilted, beyond jealous.
He was the sort of angry that a millennia ago might have lead to razing a village. But he was a Prince, a King- to- be, and though this insult would take time to shrug off, he would manage to do so eventually. He refused to entertain any other possibility.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” He asked, switching topics seemingly abruptly. “The whole little group is just all aflutter with this soulmate business. Pairing off left and right, just like the birds and the bees. I can’t help but wonder, though,” He said, moving a little closer to the man, “At what manner of imbecile could fuck up a spell so terribly that they’d pair me with someone who can scarcely even be bothered to look in my direction. Don’t worry,” He said, offering a smarmy smirk and a wink as he brushed the underside of Virgil’s jaw with his fingertips, finally coming to a stop as he circled his body once more and landed, facing him, nose to nose, almost. “I won’t hold it against you, beloved. You mortals are infamous for fucking up every other step you take, after all. I just want you to answer one question for me.”
Mathias let that put- on, cheerful grin drop, replaced by a look that was heated and hungry and far too revealing, and without giving the witch an opportunity to react he was curling long fingers around his throat. Not squeezing, nothing more than a barely there reminder- a sliver of possessiveness and authority, and he pressed in, claiming Virgil’s lips with his own in a kiss that was both demanding and furious, tongue and enough teeth to leave behind a suspiciously reddened lip when he retreated.
His fingers tightened a little. “Does he taste sweeter than I do?” Mathias asked, hurt slipping through his cold tone, and then he withdrew. Left behind where his fingers had been was a shimmery sigil, shining with a faint but otherworldly light on Virgil’s throat. The mark of his house.
Virgil may not want Mathias for his own, but he was Mathias’, and now anyone that looked at him would know as much.
“Don’t worry. I’ll leave you alone, now, pet.” The smirk from before returned, but it lacked the animation Mathias’ previous fury had lent it. His goal had been to leave the witch with something that would haunt him- the mark, since presumably a kiss from him wouldn’t be enough to accomplish it- and he’d just left himself with a bitter ache. “But you might warn your beloved boyfriend to watch his step in these woods,” He warned, taking a step backwards. “There’s no telling what might happen to him.”
