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Tales From Under The Wisteria Tree Chapter 6 - The Tailor

Philza stayed awake. His brain was still shot with adrenaline. His brain was screaming danger danger danger.

“Deep breaths,” he whispered. Missa was safe and that was all he cared about. Right now all he needed was for Missa to get sleep and he could rest tomorrow night.

The late hours of the night stretched into the early hours of the morning. Eventually, the sun rose above the horizon.

“Missa. We’re ok.”

“Good, now you can get some sleep,” Missa murmured, trying to grab at Phil to pull him into the mess of bedrolls and half-burnt cloaks.

“No silly. We need to get to the village. You need new clothes and I’m fine.”

“But it’s early~” Missa whined. He blinked open his eyes and gave Phil the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes possible.

They really did need to leave. It wasn’t safe to stay in one spot for too long.

“What would convince you to get up wisteria.” The nickname felt soft on the top of his tongue.

“Wings.”

“What?”

“Your wings are soft, I want to hug them.”

“And you promise you’ll get up?”

“Promise.” Phil sighed and extended his wings. Missa did the same thing he did yesterday when he first saw them and ran his hands over them, as if he was testing they were real, before resting his head against them.

“Why do you like my wings so much?”

“They’re soft. And warm. And cozy.”

“Yeah, but they’re just wings.”

“They’re like angel wings.”

Waking up and getting to hug Phil’s wings was probably the best feeling ever. Missa would never get over how soft they were.

“Ok, that’s enough of that,” Philza said with an awkward laugh.

“Fine. I keep my promises.” Missa slowly got up. He brushed his fingers through his hair. Burnt pieces of hair touched his hand.

“Did the dragon fry my hair?” He asked.

Philza squinted at his hair. “It doesn’t look like it.”

“Feel it, idiot!” Missa grabbed Phil’s hand and placed it in his hair.

“Oh. Yeah, the tips are singed.”

“No mames.”

“You still got the dagger?”

“I put it in my bag. Why?”

“It's the best thing to cut hair that we’ve got.”

“No. There’s no way you’re cutting my hair with a literal knife.”

“It’s either that or hair that’s burnt.”

Missa sighed. “Fine. Don’t you dare fuck up my hair.”

Phil laughed as he moved to grab the dagger from Missa’s bag. “You trust me to save your life but not to cut your hair.”

“Nope, don’t trust you with my hair.”

Another laugh. “Liar.”

“Just cut my hair bird boy.” Phil did, carefully cutting off burnt hair.

“Can I even it out, like, making it all normal.”

“Yeah.” And so he did, hair kept falling and Missa’s long hair became much more mullet-like.

“All done?”

“Yep.”

Missa grabbed his bag. “All ready to go?”

“You realize that you can’t just leave the hair lying around. You do realize that locks of hair are a part of fae courting rituals right?”

“They’re what?”

“Have you read the entry on fae?”

“Not yet…”

“When you get the chance you should.”

“So where is the hair going to go?”

“I’ll keep it here,” Phil held up a small bag. “If that’s ok with you of course.”

“Sure.” Phil took the hair and put it in the small cloth bag.

Phil had to tuck his wings under his shirt, which was much more uncomfortable than hiding them under a cloak. But Missa was still clinging onto the shreds of his cloak, not that it would do much anyway.

The pair made their way back to the village in a few hours, getting a few weird stares probably due to the state of their clothes.

“Do you know the way to a tailor?” Missa asked a young woman who looked them both up and down before answering.

“Uh, yeah. Left at the fountain in the town square. A big sign that says ‘Roier’s Woven Wonders’.”

“Roier’s place! Oh, I’ve met him before, he’s a great tailor, C’mon Wisteria.” Phil tugged on Missa’s arm and they took off towards the town square.

“Who’s Roier?”

“You’ll see!”

“This better be good,” Missa grumbled.

“Trust me you’ll love him.”

When they stopped outside the shop Missa had to admit that the dark brick stood out against the rest of the shops. It was decorated nicely.

“Oi Roier!” Phil yelled as he entered the shop.

“Felipe? Felipe Craft? No mames!” A tall, wiry man appeared from seemingly nowhere and tackled Phil in a hug.

“Hey mate, long time no see!”

“Who’s this?” Roier said, finally looking at Missa.

“Oh, this is Missa.”

“I thought we weren’t using names with strangers?” Missa asked, confused.

“Roier isn’t Fae.”

“Fuckin cursed by them,” Roier said. “But that’s not what you two are here for. You need clothes.”

“How did you– Oh right our clothes are ruined,” Missa said.

“Dragon?” Roier asked Phil, who sighed before responding.

“Unfortunately.”

“You came to the right place then. Set up a shop since you last saw me. Putting my skills to good use.”

“I see that, how’s Cellbit?”

“Good, he’s with Bagi.”

Missa was left confused as the conversation drifted towards things he had no part in.

Phil mentioning his name is what clued him in that he should start listing “–Missa and I need clothes made of spider silk.”

“You do realize that you want six outfits made out of spider silk. That would take me months to make enough string for that.”

“What’s spider silk?” Missa interjected.

“The highest quality silk in the world,” Roier explained.

“Why do we need spider silk clothes?”

“Temporary precaution in case we get stuck in the Underdark,” Phil explained.

“Get stuck where?” Missa asked.

“Underdark is the realm of nightmare creatures,” Roier explained.

“It’s only a precaution. It will keep us warm enough in the underdark but it will also help at night too.”

“The most spider silk I can spare is for your cloaks and a basic set of clothes for each of you.”

“And you have normal cloth right?” Phil asked.

“Ay Felipe,” Roier turned to Missa. “Can you believe him? Your husband is trying to rob me of everything I’m worth.”

“Husband?” Missa asked.

“Wait Phil–” Roier started.

“Last time we met I told Roier I was done traveling until I found someone to share my adventures with. He must have assumed that meant a husband, right Roier?”

Phil shot Roier a pointed glance.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry about the assumption. I’ll need measurements for each of you. Once I have those I should only be an hour.”

“An hour?” Missa asked.

“Speedy hands,” Roier said with a flourish. “Phil, you first.”

“What the hell was that bullshit? Not your husband? I could smell the bond on him from a mile away. You gave him fae food?”

“Roier you don’t understand–”

“You think I don’t understand how fae work?” He pulled up his sleeve revealing a sigil branded onto his arm. Phil winced and looked away. “I’m eternally bonded to one. I know the signs.”

“He gets to choose.”

“But to all fae you meet, they will see the two of you as partners.”

Phil felt his cheeks go warm. “Yes.”

“So, what’s next?”

“I court him the human way. If he rejects me then I break the bond.”

“That sucks dude, human courting is weird.”

“Weirder than exchanging names, eating food, and gifting locks of hair?”

Roier laughed. “I know your clan is weird about the idea of ‘kidnapping’, which by the way isn’t kidnapping.”

“It is–”

“Don’t care, anyway look at him, he’s literally clinging onto the cloak you gave him.”

“He’s cold.”

“That shred of fabric ain’t warming him up but keep believing that if you want.”

“He knows about my wings,” Phil said his brain had lost its filter.

“Oh?”

“He didn’t run away screaming.”

“You want me to design some slits for your wings in the back of your clothes? That way they can still be covered by the cloak but more comfortable than normal stuff.”

“That would be great, you have no idea how many shirts I’ve ruined by making slits for them.”

“I’ve already got the measurements from the last time you visited, you should be good. I just needed to get you to fess up about your crush on your little human.”

“Shut up.” Phil paused. “Can I ask you for a favor though?”

“Always, you’ve only saved my life like twice.”

“Add some green designs into Missa’s clothes for me.”

Roier muttered curses under his breath. “You think I’d learn to not blindly accept deals with fae.”

“He should be ready to take your measurements now,” Phil said after leaving the backroom.

“Thanks,” Missa said.

“Close the curtain behind you.”

“Okay?” Roier took off his jacket and revealed a… second set of arms?

“Fastest sewer in the world.” He said, flexing his arms.

“I bet. How did you…”

“I was cursed by a fae. Became an arachnid. Basically a giant spider beast. When I got turned back I was left with these. Curse residuals. Nothing can get rid of them. I’m also eternally bound to the fae who cursed me.”

“Bound?”

“This thing on my arm: it’s the mark of my curse.”

“Oh wait, spider beast. Spider silk!”

“Yep, now let me get your measurements.” Roier took his measurements surprisingly quickly. His extra set of arms really did make him a better tailor. “Done, now you can go wait outside with Felipe.”

“Ok.”

Phil was sitting down on a bench, he was writing a new entry in his journal of the fae creatures.

“What’s that one about?”

“Fae curses, specifically ones that transfigure humans.”

“Like Roier?”

“Yeah…” He let out a yawn.

“I told you that you need sleep.”

“I’ll be fine.” Another yawn.

Missa took the journal out of his hands. “You’re sleeping, you need a break.” He sat down next to Phil.

“Where?” Missa sighed and moved so that he could be a comfortable pillow. When Phil rested his head on Missa’s shoulder he felt Phil relax a little bit. “Thank you.”

“I’ll read that entry on Fae you were talking about.”

“M’kay.”

Fae (General)

Also known as Faery, Fairy, tricksters, Elven folk, or Magical beings.

Most Fae fall under a different classification, such as changelings for example.

This is an overview of most Fae. Separate classifications will be separate entries.

Fae are tricksters. At the end of the day, they put themselves and their clan above all else.

Clans are a sense of family. Although there are many clans most specialize in certain areas.

For example, the king’s clan specializes in trickery, maintaining balance, and helping other fae.

His ‘children’ (faelings in his clan) are helpful but they tend to follow their father’s more mischievous tendencies.

Clans can be quite small with a singular head of the clan or they can be quite large with up to five heads per clan.

Fae are immortal. With few exceptions to this, most Underdark creatures can kill fae. Venom, dark sabers, etc. Fae born in the Underdark are truly immortal, but a fae born in the Underdark is very rare considering how dangerous that realm is for Fae. They look very different from normal fae.

Most Fae have wings. Butterfly wings, Dragonfly wings, or any other type of insect wings are common. Bird wings are rarer. And the rarest are dragon wings. Dragon wings are exclusive to Underdark fae and Dragonborn fae.

Fae and Humans

Fae are known for their unique relationship with humans.

Fae food, gifting names, and giving locks of hair are way to bond yourself to a fae.

-Fae food can send you to fairyland but it can also bond you to the person who grew/made the food.

-gifting names. Don’t share your name with a stranger . However, if a fae gives you their name and you give yours in exchange it can be seen as an act of courting.

-Locks of hair are special. They must be willingly given and often used when negotiating a deal with a fae.

Fae food that sends a human to fairyland must be given. Not sold. If anything is given in exchange for fae food it nulls the ability for it to transport humans.

Fae partners are often called “beloveds”. Beloveds are immune to aging. They will not die of old age however they can still die by any other means.

Fae Courting

The strength of the bond goes as follows, from weakest to strongest. Names exchanged, food given, hair exchanged.

Often the hair that is exchanged is used in a ceremony called handfasting. Ribbons meant to represent the couple are braided together along with the hair that was exchanged. It is used to represent commitment to each other. Hands are bound together using this braided rope.

This ceremony officially declares that a human is now a beloved. Most fae do not consider this ceremony a requirement to consider themselves partners.

Certain clans have rules about the courting of humans. These clans may specify that the human must be in full agreement of the bond before they are able to travel to fairyland. Some exceptions to this can be made but these clans strictly forbid the capture of humans for servitude.

To these clans humans are special. They may be more overprotective around other fae and more “claiming” may be involved. Claiming means different things to different clans but most bonded have a significant mark. A tattoo, a charm, a necklace; something to remind other fae around that the human is theirs.

Missa sighed. His brain was overwhelmed with information. He felt the emerald still in his pocket from earlier. He carefully took it out, careful not to disturb Philza who was still fast asleep on his shoulder.

The gem was almost like a teardrop. However, it still had jagged edges like it had only been smoothed partially. It would make a perfect necklace. He reached into his bag and fished out his pocket knife, he probably should have asked Phil to cut his hair with this rather than a dagger.

He angled the knife and started to carve out a small hole towards the tip of the teardrop, just thick enough to slip a small piece of cord through. He carefully untied a string of his bag and threaded it through the tiny hole, making the gem hang from the center. While he was tying a knot, one of those adjustable ones, Roier stepped out of the backroom.

“All done!”

“Has it really been an hour?”

“Yep. How’s the sleepy head?”

“Well, he’s asleep.”

“You should make sure the measurements are accurate.” Roier handed him the stack of clothes. “Everything should fit but make sure to try on both the spider silk and the normal outfits. The material could fit differently.”

“Okay.” Missa carefully stood up, only moving Phil a tiny bit. It didn’t really matter though, Phil was fast asleep.

He went into the back room and changed into the outfit made of spider silk. Roier was right, it was warm. It also fits perfectly. Roier really did know how to make clothes. He then tried on the normal clothes next. They weren’t as soft as the spider silk but they were much more breathable.

Missa looked at himself in the mirror. The pants were black and the shirt was a deep blue. The sleeves had green designs and they resembled flowers, if Missa squinted he could also see hearts and feathers incorporated into the design. He also admired the cloak which was made of spider silk. It had a similar design as the sleeves, but the green slowly blended into the rich purple of the cloak.

“Is this good?” Missa asked, stepping out of the back room.

“Much better.”

Missa looked towards Phil. “He’s still asleep huh?”

“I can wake him up!” Roier offered, eager to annoy his friend.

“No, don't! He barely slept last night.”

“Then do you want to come upstairs? I’m sure Cellbit left some tea lying around somewhere before he left.”

“That would be great.”

Missa noticed the necklace he left on top of his bag. He tucked it into his pocket before he followed Roier up a small set of stairs towards the back of the shop.

“Pepito! We have guests!”

“Apa Roier!” A small boy yelled before grabbing onto Roier’s leg.

“AY!” Roier picked up the boy, “Pepito, Pepito, Pepitooooo! Did Apa Cellbit leave some tea in the kitchen?”

“Mhm, and some cocoa powder! Can I have some?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please?”

Missa was suddenly struck with an overwhelming amount of homesickness for Chayanne.

“Alright I’ll boil us some water, go draw Pepito, I’ll call you when yours is ready.”

“Thanks apa!” The boy bounded off for another room down the corridor.

“Sorry about him.”

“No, no, don’t be. My son is the same way.”

“You have a son?” The two made their way into the kitchen.

“Yeah, he’s seven. Had my friend watch over him so that he’d be safe.”

“Pepito is four, a bundle of energy, but he tends to put it into his drawings.”

“Chayanne is the same way.” Missa laughed. “Except he uses his energy to try and fight his friends with wooden swords. Nearly gave me a heart attack the first time I saw him fighting.”

Missa smiled at the fond memory. His son was roughly the same age as Pepito when Missa caught him making a wooden sword. He smiled and said “Look, papa! Now I’m like you!” Missa nearly cried that day.

The sound of boiling water distracted him from his memories. “Shit.” Roier quickly poured the water into three mugs. He was adding tea to two and cocoa powder to another.

“Pepito cocoa!”

The three sat down at the table, Pepito’s legs swinging back and forth. “Hello Mr.”

“Hi pepito.”

“What’s your name?”

“Missa.”

“Great! Apa, Mr. Missa has very pretty clothes. Did you make them?”

“I did Pepito, why?”

“I want you to make me pretty clothes!”

“Pepito, I already made you plenty of clothes.”

“But I want flowy ones like Mr. Missa’s.” The four-year-old pouted.

Roier let out a laugh. “I’ll make you flowy ones.”

“Yay!” Pepito went back to drawing on the blank paper with crayons.

“What’s that?” Roier pointed at the cord falling out of Missa’s pocket.

“Oh. Nothing special.” He took it out of his pocket and put it on the table.

“Who’s it for?”

“Who said it was for anybody?” Missa sputtered.

“You just don’t strike me as the type of guy to wear jeweled necklaces.”

Missa paused, he should not be asking Roier if— “Does Phil like these types of necklaces?” He was done for.

Roier’s grin turned sharklike. “I bet he’d love it. But you should use a different material for the cord.”

“Like what?”

“Let me go grab some.” Roier stood up and headed into the hallway.

What was Missa going to do while he waited? Pepito was distracted drawing. Roier had left. Tea. He’d drink his tea.

“Got some!” Roier came back into the room with a handful of ribbon. “Purple and green ribbon. You should braid them together, it’ll go with the clothes I made him.”

“Oh. Okay.” Missa took the ribbon from Roier and braided the ribbon together. It looked rather pretty when he was done with it.

“Now you can take that plain cord out and replace it with this! Much more personal don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” Missa admired the necklace. It did look a lot better this way.

Phil blinked his eyes open. Did he really fall asleep? Missa was right, he really was tired. “Missa?”

He looked to his left. No Missa.

“Missa?” He said, this time a bit louder.

“He’s upstairs with me Felipe!” Roier called.

Phil noticed the stack of clothes on the table in front of him. He had to check on Missa first.

The first thing he noticed was the necklace on the table, then Pepito, and then the designs on Missa’s clothes. Then the wicked grin on Roier’s face. That mother fucker.

“Hi, Pepito. How are you, buddy?”

“Hi Tio Philza, I’m good.”

“I left your clothes on the table downstairs,” Roier said.

“Oh yeah, I noticed that.”

“They’re really comfortable,” Missa said. “You should change.”

“Oh ok.” Phil instantly walked downstairs and changed into normal clothes. Missa could ask him to do anything and he’d instantly do it.

The clothes looked like Missa’s. Roier even added similar detailing on the sleeves, except his was purple and the main color of the shirt was a deep emerald green.

The slits in the back fit his wings perfectly. He grabbed his cloak but he decided not to put it over his wings. He would give them a moment to stretch.

When he came back upstairs he noticed Missa’s trailing eyes staring at his wings. “So uh, what’s happening guys?”

“Nothing much,” Roier said. “Waiting for you to wake up and then Missa showed me something he was working on.”

“Roier!” Missa shouted, pulling the necklace off the table.

“Show him it!” Roier urged. Phil pretended like he didn't see it.

“Fine, I will.” He pulled out the necklace and handed it to Phil. “It’s for you. I got the emerald from the dragon’s hoard. Roier gave me the ribbon.” Missa was hiding his face from Phil.

“You’re welcome,” Roier said before standing up and grabbing Pepito. “I’m going to put him down for a nap then we can discuss payment.”

Phil still hadn’t said anything about the necklace. When he took a peak at Phil he wasn’t standing across from him. “Can you put it on, I can’t quite reach.” Missa nodded and tied it, face still hot. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“No problem.” He stuttered as Roier came back into the room.

“Alright, Pepito is asleep. Now Phil, spider string outfits are going to cost you. The rest are free but I can’t give out premium outfits for free.”

“15 gold.”

Roier barked out a laugh. “Are you insane? I charge that much for a normal shirt. 100. Each.”

Phil scowled. “150.”

“I’m giving you a deal on 100 each, the lowest I’ll do is 175 for the two of them.”

“Fine. My bag is downstairs.” They all headed downstairs and Phil pulled the money out of his bag. “175. As you asked.” Phil threw his cloak on, careful to hide his wings. “See you around again mate.”

“Hope you two have fun on your little adventure,” Roier said with a wave.

“It was nice meeting you, Roier,” Missa said as he also put his cloak on, mirroring Philza.

“Bye, mate,” Phil said before they left the shop.

“Three hours until sundown. We should have enough time to get out of the area and set up camp.”

“Why do we need to leave so soon?”

“Just a precaution. The scent should be thrown off by the change of clothes and the amount of people around us in that village but I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

“Ok.”

About an hour or two later the sky was turning almost pink. “This should be good right?”

“Yeah, I spotted a river nearby too.”

“I’ll set up the bedrolls if you want to get a bucket of water for the fire.” Phil nodded, set down his bag, and left for the river with a bucket in hand.

Missa rolled out the bedrolls, and gathered some firewood, before sitting on his bedroll to take off his cloak. He put it down next to him as Phil got back.

“Wow you got firewood and everything, that’s great!”

“Mhm.” Missa scratched at his hair, despite all the burnt pieces being cut off he could feel some ash still clinging to the roots of his hair.

“What’s wrong Wisteria?”

“Nothing.”

“You seem uncomfortable, is there anything you need?”

Missa sighed. “My hair feels a little dirty but it’s fine I swear.”

“I could help you wash it, we’ve got the water anyway.”

“Isn’t that for the fire?”

“It’s warm enough out tonight. We should be fine without one.”

“How would you even wash my hair? I don’t have any shampoo or anything, I've been using stuff from the inns.”

“I’ve got my own shampoo, don’t worry about how I’ve got it all taken care of. If you want me to, I will.”

Missa considered it. He did trust Phil. He did want his hair cleaned. But was this too much? This was a lot. But Phil offered. He didn’t have to do that. He probably wouldn’t have offered it if it had been an inconvenience for him.

“Fine.”

Missa had agreed to let him wash his hair. His brain was yelling thousands of things at him but he had to drown them out. He needed his shampoo and brushes, so he grabbed them from his bags. He wanted Missa to be comfortable.

“Over here should be good.” Missa followed Phil and sat down next to him. “The water is going to be a little cold but I’ll do my best to avoid getting the water in your eyes. Can you lean back a little?”

“Yeah.” Phil splashed some water until he could lather on the shampoo. “You know I used to do this with my son, especially when he was younger. He’d complain that I washed his hair better so I should just do it for him.”

“Yeah?” Phil started to scrub at Missa’s scalp. It was a calming feeling, knowing Missa trusted him this much. Not only to allow him to wash his hair but to share stories about his son.

“He loves to be babied sometimes. He puts on this strong facade but at the end of the day when it’s just me and him he just clings to me like he’s little again.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“He has this huge bedroom, it’s honestly bigger than mine. But for years he would crawl into my bed in the middle of the night. Eventually, I just started putting him to bed in my bed then I’d clean up the house a little and head back to bed. Now his bedroom is basically just a huge playroom.” Philza leaned Missa’s head back so he could rinse off the shampoo. “I miss him a lot.”

“I bet. He sounds like he’s your whole world.”

“He is.”

“You mind if we go back to the bedrolls, I left a small towel in my bag and your hair kind of needs to be dried a bit more before I can brush it.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I already have my brushes out,” Phil said as he helped Missa up.

The two made their way over to the bedrolls and Phil dried Missa’s hair.

“Are you sure? My hair always tangles because of how long it is.”

“Believe me, I’m sure Wisteria.” Phil touched the emerald that hung at his neck.

“Do you mind if I tell you more stories about my son, it feels good to talk about him.”

“Of course, I love hearing them.”

Missa laughed, before launching into a tale about the time his son got stuck in a toy bin. Philza just listened as he brushed through the knots that had somehow formed in Missa’s hair.

“Do you mind if I tie your hair up? Like half of it, so it stays out of your face while you’re sleeping. I always hate it when my hair is in my face.”

“Do whatever, I’m getting a bit tired though.” Phil reached into his bag and found a bit of purple and green ribbon in there. Roier must have slipped it in there while he wasn’t looking. He took a bit of the green ribbon and used it to tie up Missa’s hair. He then took a small section of hair from behind Missa’s ear and braided it. Slowly whispering the words of a charm he had used so many times before on his kids' hair.

Protect this one I love.

Protect them from the kiss of death.

Save them with the love I have woven,

And let them stay with me for a little longer.

The charm set with a green shimmer. It wouldn’t unravel unless there had actually been a brush with death.

“Ok done.”

“Thanks, Cuervo.”

“I’m glad I was able to help.” Missa turned to face him with a soft smile on his face.

“I’m going to get some rest, you should too.”

“Ok, goodnight Wisteria,” Phil said as he packed the extra supplies in his bag before lying down.

“Goodnight,” Missa murmured. He was already half asleep.

#TFUTWT AU #qsmp #pissa nation #pissa #qsmp pissa #pissa au

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Tales From Underneath The Wisteria Tree

Chapter Five - Dragon’s Breath

Philza woke up first. He was laying on top of Missa’s chest. He didn’t know what he expected sharing a bed but he tried to quickly pull himself away from Missa. Shit. He fell off the bed. Of fucking course he did.

“Philza?” “Yeah?” “What happened?” Philza sat up and saw Missa rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Every new side of Missa he saw just made him fall harder. Oh the stars really were tempting him. Every fae instinct was telling him to take Missa back to fairyland this moment. No. He couldn’t. Not only did he make a promise to his clan but Missa also deserved a choice. A choice. If Missa didn’t want to be bonded to Phil then he would remove their bond in an instant. Anything for Missa. Even if it hurt him, he would do anything for his husband with the Wisteria colored eyes.

Phil was on the floor when Missa woke up. Staring at him. “What happened?” “… fell off the bed.” Missa giggled. “That must have been a fun way to wake up.” “Rude.” Phil stood up. “Well I’m going to shower then.” Missa got up and grabbed his spare set of clothes and headed into the bathroom. When Missa turned on the water he noticed a singular black feather. He tucked it into his pocket and stepped into the shower.

Philza packed up their bags and made sure that everything was set so that they could leave when Missa finished showering.

That feather was weird. Missa doubted that a bird would just fly into their bathroom. It was also a rather large feather. He kept it in the pocket he initially left it in and left the bathroom. “All ready?” “Yep!” “We should get going as soon as possible, they hunt at night and we don’t want to be there when they’re hunting.” Missa sighed. He was having second thoughts about trying to get dragon scales once he read that the caverns of the night were basically dragon nests. Besides, wouldn't it be easier to convince some pixies? Missa knew that it wouldn’t be easier but he tried to rationalize it. Missa left the room in silence, slowly making his way out of the village as Philza tried to start a conversation.

“Are you ok?” Missa was not. “You’ve barely said anything since we left. I’ve tried to respect that but we’re about to face a dragon. We need to be on the same page here Wisteria.” “I don’t want to hurt the dragon.” Phil looked confused. “They’re beasts, even by fae standards.” “They’re trying to protect their young. And we’re marching in here trying to steal their scales. Which is essentially their armor.” “Yeah but—“ “I’m not going to hurt it. We are going into its home. Trying to take their things. When all they want is to make sure their kids are safe.”

Missa didn’t understand that this plan was going to get them killed. Or at least Missa killed. Missa might be bonded to Philza but he needed to accept the bond to truly be immortal in the same way Philza was. But Philza went along with it. They would go into the cavern with no weapons and try to talk to the dragon.

Missa hated this. Everything in his gut was telling him to run the second he smelled sulfur. “For Chayanne…” he whispered to himself. He entered the cave. Philza was slowly following him, double checking that there was an escape route if needed.

“Hello dragon, we don’t want to cause you any harm!” Missa yelled. His voice echoed, bouncing off the walls. Screeching echoed back. “This isn’t a good idea.” Phil hissed. “I’m not hurting it.”

“Hello mortals.” A figure said from above them. Phil scoffed. “No way you’re going to float up there showing off your wings and just taunt us.” Missa clamped a hand over his mouth. “I apologize for him. He left his manners back at home.” “Typical of his kind.” The dragon(?) glided down to them. She stood towering over the two of them. Over eight feet tall. “My name is Serafina. What are you doing in my cavern?” “I wanted to ask you if you’d be willing to spare us some of your scales.” She raised a singular eyebrow. Screeching came from deep in the cave. “I will be back human. Let me go check on my young.”

“How the hell have we not been burnt to ashes yet?” “I don’t know, maybe Dragons are nicer than everyone thinks.” “Even the fae don’t trust dragons. She wants something.” “And I’ll trade it with her. I need to get back to my son.” Phil looked at the floor. “Fine.”

“I apologize for that. My younglings think that it’s feeding time.” Serafina appeared in front of them. “Would you like to see them? They really are quite sweet.” “Of course!” Missa followed Serafina, Philza was anxiously tugging at his sleeve. “This wasn’t part of the plan Wisteria.” “She wants us to see her kids, this is amazing!” “No this isn’t, dragon younglings are vicious. Mature dragons are cunning and manipulative. Younglings want nothing but blood.” “You worry too much!”

Something was wrong with Missa. He was being lured into the cave too easily. “These are my young.” Serafina’s eyes sharpened and she slowly transformed into something much, much larger. Shit. They were dead. “How wonderful! They look just like their mother!” “Oh foolish faeling didn’t you warn your beloved not to mess with dragons?” Missa turned to Phil, his normal purple eyes were bloodshot and they were turning a shade of black. “Leave him alone!” Phil shouted. “He’s mine now. Sever the bond.” “I won’t do that.” Phil quickly turned to his bag and pulled a dagger he kept just in case Missa’s plan failed. Which it did. “I will kill you both.” “You can’t kill fae!” “I can’t. But the venom of my younglings can.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “Break the bond. I will spare you.” “Missa. Look at me.” Black eyes stared at Phil. “You won’t remember this after the venom wears off.” He took off his cloak and pulled Missa into his arms. He flapped his feathered wings and prayed to the stars that he would be fast enough to get them out of there.

“Get them younglings!” A stampede of tiny feet rang through the cave. They were nearly out. Nearly. He could see the sunlight. Just a little further— Flames hit his wings. No. No. No. He fell from the sky, trying to use whatever he could to get Missa into the sunlight. Eventually, he muttered a spell under his breath.

Ash was in his lungs. What the hell happened?

Flying.

Phil’s wings.

Phil had wings?

He was hurt in the dragon's cave. And Missa didn’t know how to save him.

He snuck into the cave again. It was sundown. Serafina would leave her den to hunt and Missa could get Philza out. He held his breath as hot sulfuric breath filled the cave. “Your beloved is still out there.” “He’s safe, do whatever the hell you want to me.” “He won’t make it to the village before nightfall.” “There are other ways to avoid being detected by a dragon.” A screech came from the left of the voices. “You want human meat younglings? Let's go find the feathered one’s beloved.” Footsteps pounded against the cave floor as beating wings launched little dragons into the air.

“Philza?” Missa hissed. He quickly hid behind a different boulder. “Missa?” Missa ran towards the voice. “Get out of here.” Missa looked at Phil. He was held to a wall with golden chains. They looked like melted-down coins. Acid dripped from the chains, whenever they hit Philza’s skin he winced.

“I’ll get you out.” “She’s looking for you Missa, get out.” “No. I made a mistake. You advised me against it. I’m not letting you die because I messed up.” He tugged at the first gold chain binding his feet together. “I have a dagger, it’s up at the top of her hoard of gold.” Missa spotted the deep gray of the blade. “I’ll be right back.” He slowly climbed, hoping that the stacks of gold coins wouldn’t slide out from underneath him. He grabbed the dagger and his hand caught on a small emerald. He slid down the pile of gold. Which, ow, that hurt like hell. He tucked the emerald in his pocket. Maybe he could use it as a bribe if Serafina came back earlier than expected. “Target the areas where it’s welded together.” Missa looked and quickly struck at different points where the gold seemed its weakest. The chains broke off his feet. He did the same thing for Phils arms. He had to be careful with the acid which caused him to be a bit slower than before.

“Do you have any of the strawberries?” “Like from yesterday?” “Yeah.” “They should be in your bag.” “I left that at the entrance with yours. Shit. We have to get back to the entrance without her noticing.” “Your wings…” Missa murmured, finally noticing them. “Missa focus, I’ll explain later. We need to get out.” “Right, sorry. Can you fly?” “They need rest and to be cleaned. All the ash is going to mess up my flight.” “Ok so we walk.” Missa grabbed Phil’s hand and quickly retraced his steps from before.

“Where is that silly human? He couldn’t have gotten far!” A voice boomed. “The bags are right there but she can see us if we try to grab them.” “I’ll go, she won’t expect me to escape.” Phil whispered before rushing to the bags. He pulled out the strawberries and threw the small fruits as far as he could He then grabbed the bags and ran back towards Missa. “How the hell did she not notice you?” “She’s looking for you, not me, her senses are distracted.“ “We’re fine now,” Phil said, walking out from behind the rocks. “What the hell?” Missa followed him, very nervous of the huge dragon looming over them. Sniffing furiously at the direction of where Phil threw the strawberries “Weird dragon thing I learned, they love strawberries. It overwhelms their senses and they instantly chase after it.” The tiny dragons and Serafina all were heading away from them. Towards the strawberries.

“Run,” Phil whispered and the two of them ran as fast as they could out of the area. When Philza decided they were far enough away from the dragon they stopped to catch their breath.

“You saved me.” “I wasn’t going to leave you there.” “You should have.” “You saved my life first, I was going to return the favor, bird boy. Now mind explaining to me that you have wings?”

Ah, shit. Missa wasn’t meant to remember that. But the dragon must have affected him a little differently. At least he didn’t seem to remember the dragon calling him a fae. “I was given them by a fae when I was little.” Not technically a lie. He was gifted them by a fae, but it wasn’t exactly as simple as it seemed. “And you didn’t tell me?” Missa seemed hurt. “Most people take one look at them and decide I’m evil and they should kill me. Or they see them and decide that they want to use my feathers for some reason or other.” “Huh. I guess that makes sense why you would hide them then.” “I had to protect you. I’d rather you know about them than let you suffer.”

Missa felt his heart soften. How could anyone see these beautiful wings and think of Phil as evil or as a material object? He was an angel. “They’re really pretty.” Phil’s face turned red. “Tha- thank you.” “They look so soft.” “They typically are when they aren’t filled with ash.” He tried to shake out the wings and a small amount of ash flew into the air. “Can I touch them?” Missa asked. “Oh uh, go ahead.” Missa tentatively touched the feathers and instantly face-planted into the fluff.

Phil was wishing he could just die. Why the hell were fae immortal, Missa was nuzzling into his wings.

“Soft.” “They’re filled with ash, you probably shouldn’t be breathing that in.” Missa pulled away from the wings and saw that Phil’s face was neon red. “They need to be cleaned.” “There should be a lake nearby, I think we passed one on our way here from the village.” “We don’t need to do that.” “They’re clearly making you uncomfortable.” Phil was silent. “C'mon.” Missa led the way to a small lake a few minutes away.

“I’ll wash them. Can you set up camp?” “Yeah…” Missa wanted to help. He felt bad that Phil’s wings were damaged because of him. But Phil clearly wanted privacy as he headed to the section of the lake with the most trees.

So Missa laid the bedrolls out, attempted to start a fire (it failed, Missa was terrible at starting fires), and laid down to read the entry on Pixies.

Pixies Mischievous. Cannot fly without pixie dust. Overall just annoying. Their pixie dust however is very valuable. Enough of it can summon a pixie and if you have enough skill it will be indebted to you. (do not recommend, when indebted they will do anything in their power to try to make you agree that their debt has been paid (ie. annoying you)) Often a pixie will grant you one wish if you can summon it. (This is often up to the type of pixie you summon though most will twist your words. Much like their fae cousins.) Pixie dust comes in a variety of colors. Colors depend on the type of pixie. Pink - The peaceful pixies. Often considered the least powerful pixie but they are rarely hostile. Red - Blood Pixies. Rageful. Will bite you for the fun of it. (Pixie bites sting) Orange - Rare. Thought to be extinct. Yellow/Gold - standard pixies, the most common Green - Hard to find, grow plants with this color of Pixie dust. These pixies are very very devoted to their plants. Often mistaken for a small dryad. Blue - Water pixies. Can ride kelpies without a saddle. If you see a lone kelpie a water pixie is probably nearby. Purple - Unknown Silver - Unknown Black - DO NOT SUMMON (evil pixies, however these pixies can control aspects of death; only valuable for immortality)

Evil pixies are by far the most dangerous. They can kill you for summoning them. Most won’t but they will kill if they find that you summoned them for what they deem to be an unimportant reason.

That wasn’t great. Missa was trying to avoid death and now he had to essentially look death in its eyes as a small sprite.

Phil came back to the small camp and shook out the water from his wings. “Ash is all gone?” “Should be.” “They’re still soaking wet, you’re going to get hypothermia. Come here” Missa reached into his bag and grabbed his last set of clean clothes. “You aren’t going—“ “They’re the best I’ve got. You need something to dry your wings with.” Phil sighed and sat down next to Missa. The cloth brushed up against the feathers and Phil instantly pulled away. “Sorry. They need to get dry.” “I know.” Phil let Missa slowly dry his wings. The muscles hurt. He could probably fly again in a few weeks but until then he was bound to the earth.

“Is that better?” “Yeah.” Missa leaned into the soft feathers. They had somehow gotten softer after Phil cleaned them. “I doubt we’re going to be able to get the dragon scales without killing a dragon.” Right. Their quest. That’s what Missa should be focusing on. Not how soft Phil’s wings were.

“Oh um— I was thinking we would try to summon a pixie.” “Ok. I know you’re being a secretive about why you need this stuff but I need to know what you need it for. You know about my wings. I’m not going to put us in danger for something that I have no idea what we’re even trying to get.” Phil had a point. Despite his brain yelling at him to just keep a secret for once in his life he whispered “I need them for immortality.” Phil whipped around, Missa no longer having the soft wings to hide his face in. “Immortality? Are you crazy?” “I don’t want it for myself! The king wants to be immortal.” “He sent you on a quest for immortality and you accepted it, knowing it would mean certain death.” “Better to let my son live!” Phil was quiet. “You can leave if you want, I’m sorry for roping you into this mess.” “What do you mean? I’m helping you.” “I put your life at risk. You still want to stay, knowing things are only going to get worse from here?” “Yes.” No hesitation. “Dragon scales were for a potion, right?” “Yeah, I thought it would be easier to brew a potion than try and find a pixie.” “It definitely would be but we just pissed off a mama dragon and her young. No way she hasn’t told all her dragon friends.” “Yeah…” “So pixies—“ Missa noticed Phil’s eyes wandered down to the book. “Ah you already read about them.” “I did.” “So you know we have to summon a pixie with black pixie dust.” Missa nodded and Phil sighed at the reaction. “Well we have to go back east, when we get to the village I think we should take the southeast trail. Pixies enjoy the warmth so the warmer climates will have a greater amount of pixie dust.” “Ok.” “The sun should be rising in a few hours. You should sleep while you can.” “What about you?” “We’re still technically in dragon territory. I’m going to make sure we don’t get killed.” “Oh.” “Just go to sleep, there's only a few more hours left of night. When the sun rises I’ll wake you up and we can head back to the village. I think we might need new clothes.” Missa looked at his cloak. It was burnt and frayed. “Yeah that might be a good idea.” Philza took his cloak, which was also burnt, and gave it to Missa. “Use it to stay warm, I don’t have the energy to make a fire.” “Goodnight Cuervo.” “Night Wisteria.” Missa laid down and even as he slowly drifted off he could hear the faint ruffling of the leaves that were being blown by the wind.

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Tales From Under The Wisteria Tree

Chapter Three - Names and a Song

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Some lil notes are needed for this chapter:

Missa does sing a little song in this and I highly recommend you listen to it!! (lyrics are italicized but it's towards the end :3) It's called Sleepsong by Secret Garden Link is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T19_-ycPYjk&ab_channel=SecretGarden-Topic please please please listen to it captures what I wanted the vibe to be so well (thank you rainbowchaox for the song it's amazing)

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Why did Philza tell him his name? Why? And why did Missa share his back? Names were special. And Missa’s, well Missa’s was precious. The crown on the top of a stack of gold. The most prized– Philza cursed himself. He bonded himself to a human who didn’t know anything about Fae rituals.

He carefully opened the door to Missa’s room. The human was fast asleep. Surely he wouldn't mind Phil just sitting in the room for a few minutes. As Phil sat down on the chair by the bed he noticed the worn purple bag at Missa’s feet. It didn’t have anything decorating it. No charms. No protection. He sighed. Missa was so naive, any fae that would stumble upon Missa would grin at how easy it would be to trick him. Philza looked into his garden. A protection charm was typically made out of oak. Luckily Phil had plenty of oak trees for his crows to nest in when they visited. Philza moved away from Missa and gathered some dry wood that had fallen off the trees. Now what to make the charm? Philza thought back to the form he was in when he first met Missa. A crow. That would be perfect.

So Philza got to work, carefully carving away at the wood. He made sure the wood had the detailing of the feathers. The more detailed it was then the stronger the protection. He clipped a lock of his hair and quickly transfigured it into a piece of string. He carefully imbued the charm with magic, making sure it would protect Missa from anyone who would dare harm him. Finally, he went back into Missa’s room and tied the small charm around one of the bag’s claps. He took a final look at Missa’s calm, sleeping face before heading into his room to sleep for the last few hours of the night.

Missa woke up in an unfamiliar place. Where was he again? Oh right. Philza’s place. He desperately needed to shower. He smelled like Richarlyson after playing in the mud. A horror. He quickly left his room, making sure to leave it like it was yesterday. He brought his bag into the kitchen. When he set it down he noticed a small charm that wasn’t there yesterday. A crow. Oh, Philza must have given it to him, how considerate! The bathroom was at the end of the hall, right? That’s what he remembered Phil saying yesterday. He slowly made his way into the bathroom, careful not to wake Philza as he passed by his room. The door was slightly ajar and he was still sleeping.

Missa carefully turned on the shower, he really hoped Phil wouldn't take offense to him showering. But he’d probably take offense to him smelling too. Missa’s anxiety battled each other until he stepped into the stream of water. Shit. He also hoped Philza wouldn’t mind him borrowing his soap. You know what, Missa just wouldn’t mention it. Unless he was asked of course. Lying would be rude, he was a guest in someone else’s home.

When he stepped out of the shower and changed he felt like a brand new person. Philza was in the kitchen. “Morning, was your shower good?” “Oh uh, yeah. Sorry I just assumed that I could—“ “No need for apologies, I’m not offended in the slightest.” Missa’s face felt flushed but he ignored this. He had a mission to get back to. “So to a dragon's lair first right?” “Yeah, uh they should be in the west, near some caverns of the night.” Phil nodded like he understood. “Yep, that should be great. It should take us like three days on foot.” “How do you know all of this?” “I used to be an adventurer.” “Really?” “Yeah, I traveled all around the place.” “Wow, that must have been nice. I’ve stayed in my kingdom my whole life.” “It was nice, I'm glad I’m going to travel around again. There’s so much I can show you now. The worst part of traveling is the loneliness, but now that we’re traveling together we don’t really have to worry about that!” Sharp teeth flashed him a stunning smile. Jeez Missa, he needed to pull himself together and stop blushing at any small thing Phil did. “Did you make me the charm on my bag?” Missa asked, desperate to change the subject. “Yes.” The answer was immediate. “I mean— I did but, it’s a protection charm. It will keep Fae from stealing your stuff in your bag.” “Thank you Philza. That’s really kind of you.” Missa gave the shorter man a quick hug. “Oh uh— it’s not a big deal— I mean it’s just a sign of protection. So I guess in a way it is a big deal but just for your safety you know? Missa giggled at Phil’s terrible attempt at being nonchalant. “You’re a terrible liar.” “I guess so huh.” “Ok so we need supplies for three days.” “I‘ve got a spare bedroll in the hallway closet, you don’t have one attached to your bag.” “You’ve already packed?” “I mean, I keep most of my stuff ready to go. Never know when you need to get out.” “Oh. That’s not healthy, home is meant to be where you feel safe.” “I know. I feel safe in the wild.” “Oh.” “You say ‘Oh’ a lot. Am I that surprising?” “Just interesting.” Phil smiled and moved to grab his bag from the closet. “I should have everything we need. I packed us food and water last night.” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s in my bag.” Phil carried a bag, Missa’s bedroll in his arms. “Thanks so much, Philza.” Missa took the bedroll. “Is there anything you didn’t pack?” “Not really, I figured you’d want to leave early. Get out there before the daylight is almost gone.” “Smart!” Missa checked over his bags and when he realized he had everything he started to head outside. “Wait–” Missa felt something grab his arm. He was pulled into Philza. “We shouldn’t use our names in public.” “Right, uh…” He tried to think of a good nickname. “So would you allow me to call you Wisteria? It’s the color of your eyes.” Missa’s brain stopped working for a few seconds. Wait, that was a question. Phil needed an answer. “Yeah– That– that's a really pretty name.” Crap. Now he needed a name that would fit Phil. A caw broke him out of his trance. A crow was sitting up in a tree. A crow! Missa loved crows! They were smart and resourceful, just like Phil! “I’ll call you Cuervo!” Phil’s face flushed. “Cuervo?” “Oh it means crow in Spanish! I saw a crow up in a tree and I guess it just reminded me of you.” “Oh.” “Anyway now that we’ve got that settled, lead the way, Cuervo!”

Missa was going to be the death of Phil. At least in a symbolic sense, Fae couldn’t exactly die. Every single time Phil tried to do something sweet and inconspicuous Missa noticed. The charm, the names, everything was slowly killing him. Making him into a ball of mush whenever he was around Missa.

“Cuervo—“ Missa was having too much fun with that name. “It’s getting dark.” Shit. It was. How did he not notice this? (Probably because he was staring at Missa for so long). “Oh, I’ll set up camp then.” “Do you think that you can start a fire? I’m so bad at that.” “Of course Wisteria.”

Missa was glad the darkness was starting to hide his face. Every time he was called Wisteria by Philza he remembered that moment where Phil explained the name. ‘The color of your eyes’.

He curled up next to a tree and waited for Phil to light the fire. The tree was a good enough place to sleep, right? He started to allow himself to sleep when Phil’s voice snapped him out of it. “Wisteria! I got the fire to light!” “Great.” Missa rubbed at his eyes. “Tired?” “A bit…” “We can just sleep if you need rest.” “That would be great actually.” Missa yawned and tried to adjust so that he could lean against the tree comfortably. Phil snickered. “I’ve got the spare bedroll.” “Oh. Right. That. Sorry, I’m tired.” “It’s all right mate.” Philza laid out both bedrolls. Missa brought his bag next to his bedroll. “Goodnight Cuervo.” “G’night Wisteria.” Missa laid down, warm from the fire and he quickly fell asleep.

Missa was so pretty while he was sleeping. Phil wasn’t staring at him. He just had to stay up to tend to the fire right? It was magic but if he wasn’t making sure it stayed lit then it would go out. He had to make sure it was burning.

But even the stars themselves were in awe of Missa. Philza was sure of it. Even though he had a fire, which was meant to bring them warmth, Philza was still shivering. Sure he could just deal with it… but what if he… Phil moved his bedroll closer to Missa’s. “Mm?” Faint noses came from the human. “Phi—Cuervo?” Shit. He has been caught. Well, he was cold. He was just finding a solution to his problem. “Yeah uh, hi, sorry to wake you up.” Missa rubbed at his eyes. “It’s still dark.” “Yeah, it is. I was just having trouble sleeping because I’m cold.” “Oh?” Missa opened his arms. “C’mere.” Shit. shit. shit. Philza was going to combust. He carefully wrapped his arms around Missa. Missa held him closer than Phil expected. He whispered into Phil’s ear “There’s a song I sing to my son when he can’t sleep. Do you want to hear it?” Phil nodded. Words were only going to fail him. “Fair warning, I’m tired so it’s not going to be great.” Phil didn’t care.

“Lay down your head, and I’ll sing you a lullaby Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow Bless you with love for the road that you go.” Missa took a deep breath before starting the next verse. “May you sail far to the far fields of fortune With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet And may you need never to banish misfortune May you find kindness in all that you meet.” At this point, Phil was holding onto his consciousness by a thread. Sleep keeps trying to claim him but he’s determined to hear every word of Missa’s song. “May there always be angels to watch over you To guide you each step of the way To guard you and keep you safe from all harm Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay.”

“May you bring love and may you bring happiness Be loved in return to the end of your days Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you…” Missa looked down, wondering if he should keep singing. Phil was fast asleep in his arms. “Buenas noches cuervito.” And he too was soon asleep.

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Tales From Under The Wisteria Tree

Chapter Two - A Kind Stranger

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Missa didn’t want to wake up, he wanted to stay snuggled asleep with Chayanne. As he blinked into consciousness he realized that “Chayanne” was just his bag. He was all alone.

So he got up, ignored the growl of his stomach and started his trek through the woods.

He didn’t notice the crow soaring above him, he was too hungry. But when he finally got into the small town he instantly noticed the crow.

“Hello Cuervito!” The crow cawed. “Do you know where I can find any food around here?” Another caw. Missa reached into his bag and pulled out a small bag of sunflower seeds. He poured a few in his hand. “Do you want any?” The crow looked down upon the human. Missa smiled as the crow seemed to consider it. He flew down and ate the seeds. “Can I pet you little Cuervo?” Missa took his other hand and raised it a few inches from the crows head. Slowly Missa lowered his hand to the crow. Within seconds the crow was cooing, nuzzling into Missa’s hand. He let out a laugh, at least the wildlife here was friendly. “I better try to find a pub or something Cuervo, it was lovely to meet you though!” The crow flew away.

Missa searched, and searched. The town seemed abandoned. Just his luck, when suddenly he saw a person walking ahead on the path. “Hello!” The figure looked behind them. “Hello.” “I’m looking for a place to stay the night, maybe get some food; do you know anywhere?” “I do, I’m going there in fact. Would you like to go with me?” Just Missa’s luck! “I’d love to!”

The pair walked to the other end of the town, through a clearing Missa didn’t even see before. “That side of town is haunted, everyone moved over here when there were fae sightings.” The man sighed. “Everyone else thinks that stuff is just bogus though, created by the town elders to scare us. What about you?” “What about me? what?” “What do you think of the fae?” “Well I’m not going to just give out my name to any stranger I meet, that’s for sure.” “Finally, someone else knows their lore!” “I’d rather follow the rules then get my life taken by them.” “Cheers to that. Anyway Here’s the pub, let me buy you a drink!” Missa smiled. “Thanks!” The two stepped into the small pub.

“Two— what do you want mate?” “Do you guys have any coffee, I’m not much of a drinker.” The bartender nodded. “Two of those then!” The man Missa followed ushered him to a table in the corner.

“Thanks, sorry it’s not a typical drink.” “Nah, typical is overrated.” The man flashed Missa a smile. “Besides, I’m not in the mood to get drunk right now.” “Oh, why not? I mean— Sorry— I just assumed that since you were going to a pub—““It’s fine mate, typically I come here and just watch people, they do the funniest things while drunk. But also I don’t exactly want to drink right now because I’m spending my time with you, pretty boy.” Missa’s face flushed. “Huh?” The man took off his hood that was masking his face. Blonde hair fell to about his shoulders. “Fuck, ignore me typically the hair tie stays in.” He pulled his hair back into a small little ponytail. Missa stared at the man, he had gotten so used to just talking and he didn’t even bother to really take a good look at him.

He had blonde hair and greenish eyes. His ears were almost pointed, and a few stray hairs that weren’t pulled into the ponytail framed his face. “So what are you doing in this little town?” He said, pulling Missa out of almost a trance. “Oh— uh— I’m on a quest!” “Oh?” “Yeah I need to save my son.” “You have a son?” “Yep, his name is—“ “Shh— don’t speak that out loud, you never know who’s listening.” Shit. He was outside of the kingdom, Fae could be anywhere. He silently thanked the stars that he had such a nice person watching over him. “Right, anyway my son is six, I got in trouble with my king and he said I needed to complete an impossible quest in order to spare both me and my son’s life.” The man sighed. “That sounds like hell.” “I’ll do anything for him, even if that means giving that self righteous ass…” he paused, just stating you were trying to find immortality could be as dangerous as just yelling out for the Fae. “…What he wants.” “You’re brave.” “More like stupid, I knew I shouldn’t have stood up against the king! He’s the heart of the kingdom, of course people were going to betray me if he handed them gold.” “Then those people didn’t believe in the cause.” Missa smiled at the man. “Thank you.” “Two coffees.” The bartender said, placing down two small glasses of coffee. “Thanks mate.” He handed over a handful of coins.

“So where’s your quest taking you?” “Oh. Well, all over I guess. I’ve got a few places I need to check. And one place I really don’t want to check.” “Oh?” “I’ve got to go to the west and see if I can find some dragon scales, east for pixie dust, and south for the lyrics of a siren song.” “And if that doesn’t work?” “Then I have to meet up with the king of another realm.” The man's eyes widened. “Surely you don’t mean him–” “Yeah, I do. Better to be indebted to a magical being than to get my son killed.” Missa was trying to avoid mentioning Fae. They always seemed to pop up whenever you discussed them. “You really love him, huh?” “I promised him I’d be back. And I intend to do everything in my power to uphold that promise.” The man smiled. “I’d like to help you.” “Huh?” “You clearly don’t know your way around, not to be rude or anything. You need someone to make sure the Fae don’t get you. I’m bored, been looking for a reason to go on an adventure anyway. This seems like a good cause.” “I don’t know what to say, Thank you!” “Well in that case–” The man yawned. “Come back to my place tonight eh? You look like you could use a proper night of rest.” Missa sputtered “Like– like to–” “To sleep.” He clarified. “Good to know your type though.” The man winked as he stood up and gathered up Missa’s bag. Missa was sure his face was neon as the man pulled him away from the pub.

“My house is a little secluded in the woods. Don’t worry, nothing will hurt you here.” The man’s house was secluded. Surrounded by wildlife of all kinds, flora and fauna. You name it, it was probably growing in the man’s garden or nearby.

The man shut the door behind Missa. “Sorry I didn’t clean up before I left.” The man was referring to a table dedicated to horticulture. Soil and plants were strewn around. “That’s ok.” “Good. I’m glad. My spare room is over there.” He pointed to a door on the left side of a hallway. “End of the hall is the bathroom and across from your room is mine.” “Thank you…” “Philza.” The man said. “My name is Philza.” “Missa.” Philza smiled and a shock ran through Missa. What the hell was that? Philza was right, he must really be tired if now he’s imagining things.

“Well good night Philza.” “Good night Missa.” The words danced through Missa’s brain. The way Philza spoke his name like it was the most precious thing in the– Stop. Stop that. He was not falling for the first guy he met outside of the castle walls. He needed to save his son. Then he could think about feelings after that. He pulled a blanket onto him and tried to sleep.

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