of fae and witches

Flowers and Herbs

Tommy grinned, the joy all-present as ever in his eyes.

"Do you like flowers?" He repeated.

The fae was unsure how to respond.

Of course Wil did.

It was fae, and naturally fae adore nature.

"Uh, what kind of question is that?" He stammered.

Tommy chuckled.

"Dumb, yes, I know. You are fae, and on instinct you do love nature."

Wil scratched at the back of its neck.

"What flower do you like the most?" Tommy asked, almost tilting his head which layed on his palm.

His elbow sat nearly on top of his knees.

Wil breathed softly.

"Chrysanthemum." The fae replied.

Tommy's smile softened.

"Fidelity, optimism, joy and long life. I think it suits you." He grinned.

Wil could feel his face flush.

A witch with flower knowledge?

He didn't expect this.

"Personally, I like borage or delphinium. They are quite beautiful."

Wil hummed.

courage for borage,

boldness for delphinium.

It suits him.

Tommy chuckled,

"Thinking about what those mean, right? Pretty sure you already know."

The fae nodded.

"It defines you, I guess." Wil muttered.

"Really?" Tommy perked up, almost glowing.

Wil shyed away, flustered.

Was it ok to be embarrassed over common interests?

It shrugged it off.

Tommy hummed.

"Do you have anyone else to talk to?" He asked.

Wil blinked.

"Well, in the Seelie Court me, Phil and Techno live together as family and serve under Queen Titania and King Oberon."

The fae made notice not to use it's family's real names, in the situation that the witch - Tommy - wouldn't use it to their advantage.

Tommy's head tilted to the side slightly in confusion.

"Seelie court?"

Wil raised a brow.

"How do you not know these things? Aren't you a witch?"

Tommy sighed.

"You think that with all the books you have you acquire all the knowledge of fae, yet you still discover things about them."

Wil nodded.

"The Seelie Court is an organisation of er, good fae?"

Tommy burst out into laughter.

"What?" Wil asked, confused as to the sudden outburst of laughter.

"You're a good, and you try to steal me away? Doesn't seem right if you ask me."

Wil shrugged, "We're fae. It's kind of what we do?"

Tommy sighed.

"So, er, are you usually born seelie or?"

Wil hummed in confusion for a moment, then realising.

"Oh, no, some of us are born unseelie, then turned seelie."

Tommy exhaled loudly in frustration.

"So is unseelie part of the Unseelie Court then? I'm guessing they're evil."

Wil chuckled lightly, "Bingo!"

Tommy groaned.

"Fae culture is really confusing." He stated, half laying down while his other half was still cross-legged.

He his his eyes from the sun by placing both his arms on them.

Wil exhaled softly in a fond matter, a small smile growing on its face.

Tommy looked like a little sibling at this point, Wil couldn't deny.

Wait.

Fuck.

It was getting attached.

All things Wil got attached to didn't really go well.

Once it was a salmon from a stream.

The salmon eventually died and Wil simply shut itself out of the world for a month.

"Say, Wil, do fae technically have gender?" Tommy asked, sitting back upright.

Wil blinked for a few seconds.

"Riiight, guessing you don't." Tommy sighed.

He wondered what to label Wil as.

He can't keep calling Wil an 'it', it sounded like he was dehumanising them.

But really, he wasn't sure if Wil was comfortable with being called 'it'.

"Do you mind if I refer to you as he/him?"

Wil shrugged, "I don't mind."

Tommy smiled.

Their brief little moment ended when Tommy heard crows cawing from above, flying overhead.

"Oh." Tommy mouthed, surprised at the sudden occurrence.

Wil raised a brow, confused.

"I've got to go. I will come back tomorrow." He promised, dashing towards his cottage.

It was going to be night soon, and night was a dangerous time.

You'll know why if you spend the night isolated, without any armor or protection and the only comfort being the dangers of the forest.

Werewolves would be about, and so would enemy witches.

He didn't have any golden swords to attack the werewolves, so he simply had to retreat.

For now.

When he got back, he realised Clem was already gone.

He sighed.

He was too late to wish her farewell.

But he remembered he managed to place a note down for her in case if he was too late.

He was happy to see it wasn't in it's place anymore, absent.

Clem must have taken it to remember him by.

He'll miss her.

The house won't be the same with one less voice to shelter.