Willy

[eliot_thespectacular]

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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[willysilver]

"Would it soothe your heart if I lied and said I have searched for you for all the days since I parted with your mother?" he asked.

"I could spin you a tale,' he offered.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot rolled his eyes. He took another drink, prepared for the burn this time. “Whatever. I don’t need a father.” Though in all honestly it did sting a little. Since the man he’s thought was his father had pretty much hated him.

[willysilver]

Willy shot him a skeptical glance.

"You have two, I should think," he pointed out.

[eliot_thespectacular]

“No,” said Eliot coolly.

[willysilver]

Willy studied him a moment, then a curious smile settled on his lips.

"Are you upset because now calling me Daddy isn't what you'd imagined when you approached?" he asked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot looked at him for a second and then said, "If you're planning to lecture me because I want to fuck random men, then you really will remind me of the man I thought was my father."

[willysilver]

"I think the judgements about who you fuck live in your own heart. Stop projecting," Willy replied.

He selected a small cake to enjoy.

"But do stick to men. With your attitude toward fathers, avoid women, lest you become one."

[eliot_thespectacular]

At that, Eliot went slightly pale. It clearly triggered him in some way, but he said nothing about his own experience, instead muttering, "Good advice, you were certainly a bang up dad."

[willysilver]

"I was the love and comfort a woman wished for on a night of blood and fists and sorrow," Willy said. "Had she wished for a child and a decent father, she would have had that. But all your mother wanted was...a bang up job. Be mad at her, not me."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Yeah well, I got my share of blood and fists and sorrow too," Eliot muttered, though he really should stop being sorry for himself. "Did you even know about me?"

[willysilver]

"No. Why would I?" he asked. "Do you know about all of your children?"

He asked it with a bit of a laugh. How ridiculous. Willy certainly had offspring in every land he'd been to.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Yes," Eliot said. Because he didn't fuck women. With one exception.

"But great. Fun knowing there's a non-zero chance I've fucked a sibling."

[willysilver]

"My friend, no one of fae blood will ever find your bitter heart attractive. I feel confident all your lovers have been mortals," he said in an attempt to assure him.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Maybe I'm not bitter towards everyone, maybe you're special," Eliot retorted. "And I did kiss a fae recently."

[willysilver]

"One with free will or one of the ship's captives?" he asked then.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"One of?" Eliot asked, frowning. Fucking hell, was there more than just Nyx?

[willysilver]

"One of," he confirmed with a nod.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Who?" Eliot demanded. "Besides Nyx."

[willysilver]

"All of them," Willy replied, a touch confused.

"There is no freedom at sea for fae."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Fox and Winter?" Eliot asked, seeming confused himself. "And then why are you here?"

[willysilver]

"I chose temporary captivity over permanent imprisonment," he replied. "When we find land again, I will carry on."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot sighed and slumped a little in his chair. "Well I'm sure I'll never see you again, but my name's Eliot, in case you care."

[willysilver]

"I do not," he replied simply. "And you should be cautious giving your name to any fae, my friend. But since you have, I feel you should know your name is Mac Ogh."

He smiled then, a warmth in his eyes as he studied Eliot a moment.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"You gave me your name," Eliot pointed out... then frowned. "What do you mean, that's my name?"

[willysilver]

"I gave you a name, Eliot," he said, the power of the man's name sparking a shiver. "Willy Silver is known, but it is a name I chose. My name...your name...Mac Ogh is your birthright."