Bits - Reunion
Another bits scrib.
This time it's Mooka. ^^
It had been a very long time since Phooka had visited his homeland. The vacation brought back mixed feelings, and the water elf spent much of the night in bed with Matty, wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
Matthias knew his lover was having problems with being back home, but he never said anything past slathering the kelpie with love and affection.
Even now, the beautiful blond youth slept with his head pillowed on Phooka’s shoulder and twitched gently and made small kitten-ish noises as he dreamed. The kelpie pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Matthias’s head and cuddled the human closer.
It was true that he was unnerved at being back in a place where he had received so much ill will and humiliation, even if it was his homeland. But the thing that really amazed him was how small and petty it all seemed.
When had fairykind become such a joke?
The waterhags that had dredged themselves from the depths to try to defend their space had been so weak and powerless! They hardly seemed more powerful than . . . . oh . . . Jack’s bodyguard; the chick with the big rack. Whatever her name was and she didn’t have shit in the way of power!
For the most part, the Irish still believed in fairies, so logically fairy-kind’s power should have remained the same.
Which could only mean . . .
Phooka had grown more powerful.
In the darkness, one black eyebrow arched sharply at the thought.
In all honesty, he had always considered himself on the low end of the power scale.
He was just a water horse, after all.
But . . . . one thousand years of globe-trotting, of mixing it up with Chase Young-level baddies, and of course who could forget the training and control of dressage? That had to start adding up after a while. So, while his brothers and sisters in fairykind were talking smack about him for being cast out so long ago, he was traveling the worlds and learning and growing more powerful.
Matty shifted again and cuddled closer. A whimper escaped the blonde’s lips as he shivered slightly from the cold.
Phooka instantly conjured a thick down comforter to cover the rather worn blankets the Bed and Breakfast had covered the bed with and tucked them around his beloved.
The magic powers aside, he had fallen in love.
Real, deep, true love, like the bards sang of.
Phooka would bet his remaining horn no other fairy in Ireland loved as he did.
A small smile quirked the elf’s lips.
So maybe he wasn’t one of the losers who came slinking into the high school reunion hangdog and ashamed. Maybe he got to be one of the assholes who walked in wearing a suit that cost more than people’s cars, with a gorgeous blond on his arm and looking far better than he had during his school days.
He was starting to look forward to this Gathering..