willysilver | (no subject)

Willy had survived the chaos, delighting in the gay bit of magic. He was sitting on the deck in the sun, strumming his instrument and making up a silly little tune about some of the hijinks he had watched.

He was stuck, though, and played the same three chords over and over. Over and over, as if the rhythm of the strings might drag an idea out of him.

"Hey nonny nonny always fits," he considered aloud.

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx hadn't spoken with Will since they'd met on land, and he watched him for a long moment before sitting down beside him. He was back to wearing that dark eye makeup and red lip, it all just made him look that much more like the nymph he was.

"Play that bit again."

He missed art, missed creation. He preferred art, but he knew music well enough. Though he'd preferred the harp.

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willysilver

"Which bit? This?" he asked, repeating the three chords, then playing the few bars that led up to them.

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tempting_the_fates

"Mmm," Nyx nodded, humming a bit and then starting to vocalize a bit with him, before starting to sing in their native tongue.

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willysilver

That made Willy smile and he played on, watching where Nyx took the story. It had been far too many years since he had heard such a sweet sound. The land he'd fled had been dreadful.

"Do you know anything traditional?" he asked when the song played out. "This, maybe?"

He began to play a familiar tune.

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx smiled a little, then nodded as he started to sing along. He swayed with the familiar music, smiling a little as Willy played.

It felt like home.

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willysilver

Willy enjoyed playing for anyone who could appreciate it, but to play songs from home for kin was quite special.

"Do you know any others I could play?" he offered when he'd finished.

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tempting_the_fates

"Do you know..."

Nyx started singing another song in their native tongue, one about the lights in the forest. About the owls who kept watch at night.

"I loved that one as a boy," he admitted.

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willysilver

"The version I know is from the Daoine lands," he offered, then began to play.

The tune was close, close enough that the tender magic of it wrapped around Nyx like a blanket.

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tempting_the_fates

Nyx started to purr, swaying again as Willy played. It was the most content the fae had seemed in months.

"Pretty," he said softly.

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willysilver

Willy happily played on, so long as Nyx enjoyed it. When he let the magic ebb and the song fade away, he finished with a smile.

"You seem at peace, my friend," he noted.

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tempting_the_fates

"That's the closest I've felt to home since I was taken," Nyx confessed.

He was quiet for a moment, looking a bit upset- Then smiled sadly as he gave Will's knee a squeeze.

"Do you like the ship?" he asked after a moment.

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willysilver

"It is a ship," Willy shrugged. "It is better than where I was, and will be worse than where I am going."

He laid his hand over the strings to still them.

"Where are we going?"

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tempting_the_fates

"I'm never privy to these things. South, I think? That's best I can tell," Nyx admitted. "They don't treat me like a guest, they treat me like cattle."

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willysilver

"Few notice me at all," he replied. "Mortals mostly ignore my glamour, which suits me fine."

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tempting_the_fates

"I notice you," Nyx said softly. "Everytime I see you, it's like a glimpse of a life I miss."

He did something then he'd never do with a human, he leaned over and rested his head on the other fae's shoulder.

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willysilver

"You miss court?" he asked kindly, leaning into him for just a bit more contact.

"I could never stand it..." he confessed quietly.

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tempting_the_fates

"I miss slipping off to the gardens to paint. I miss the dinners, I miss meeting people, finding lovers," Nyx sighed. "I miss the smell of flowers, the warmth of the sun, my perfect, lush bed..."

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willysilver

"Ahhh," Willy smiled, looking off to some middle distance as he let himself recall home. "I miss my bed as well. None has ever been as fine."

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tempting_the_fates

"I have improved mine here some. It isn't the same though. Not enough pillows, not enough feathers..." Nyx sighed.

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willysilver

Willy nodded toward Nyx's wrist.

"That hinders you," he said, a question the prince didn't need to answer. "Perhaps I could assist?"

Few knew the dangers of such an offer.

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tempting_the_fates

"What would it cost me?" Nyx asked, not saying no, but wanting an idea of what he was getting into.

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willysilver

"Company," Willy answered easily. "Perhaps you and the wildling and the pixie would join me. Kersen is fine, but a vampire. He is farther from home, hmm? It has been so long since I've been near kin of any kind..."