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eliot_thespectacular) wrote2024-01-15 08:30 pm
eliot_thespectacular) wrote2024-01-15 08:30 pm
Willy
Though it had certainly made things interesting for a bit, Eliot was glad that things on the ship were back to normal. He'd also noticed some newcomers around - the white haired elf, his equally hot friend. And... was that another one? He moved a little closer, hoping to get a better look at him.
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"Fae blood is lucky, my son, but there must be balance. Someone always pays the debt," he told him with sympathy.
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As much as he blamed himself, it had never occurred to him that there was some other way it might have been his fault, that somehow his luck had been at their expense - he felt sick.
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"Bad...for what?" Willy asked.
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Willy smiled knowingly at him.
”You certainly have a kingly ego, believing your actions caused their problems. If only you could wield such power. Consider, perhaps, they suffered because I have never been beheaded. They suffered because Nyx remains untouched. Why are you so special, Eliot, to cause the suffering of your own friends?"
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"Eliot, my dear, if it makes you feel better to assign all your problems to a stranger you have not known even half a day, by all means...free yourself and return to your state of happiness and ignorance,” he invited.
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"I understand. Which is why I will hold it for you. But eventually, you will have to find a way to own your own truth," he said, wise and placid and calm.
He was far too old to be ruffled by any of this.
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Though there was something that was more important than all of it.
He forced himself to look up at Willy. "Apparently the fae blood is interfering with my wizarding," he said. "Can you help me control these wild magic surges?"
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Willy did laugh at that. Not unkindly, but warm and indulgent. His smile was warm enough to heat Eliot's chest.
"Sweet child," he said., "You will never learn the magic of men. Stop trying. Just...do it. No child fears a stumble, they charge forward with confidence and curiosity. Will things explode? Perhaps. Sometimes. But you will learn."
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"But I'm a wizard," he blurted. "I was top of my class at Brakebills!" He was so proud of his skill. Though that's also way he was so upset when things went sideways.
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"But of course you bested a school of wizards," Willy smiled, a bit of pride colouring his tone. "...But you are no wizard."
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"What am I?"
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"You are the son of the last Daoine Sidhe prince, the Poet Exile, and your mother carried magic in her blood, if not in her hands. You, Eliot, are a gift," he smiled.
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"The deepest desires are the smallest and most simple," Willy told him, easing a little closer to hold him. His touch was easy, natural. He touched Eliot with the same ease as he'd touch his own skin. Like he knew him. Had known him all along.
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Willy began to hum. He hummed soft and low, fingers playing against Eliot's back.
And then he began to sing. It was a common lullaby, nothing special, really. But surely it was new to Eliot.
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"Fuck, you have a great voice."
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The lullaby was interrupted by a soft laugh.
"Take care with compliments, my dear," he cautioned. "Your kindness may become a burden."
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"Take even more care with surprise," he cautioned softly.
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"So young," Willy chuckled softly.
He rolled onto his back and enchanted the ceiling to sparkle with stars.
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