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sylvarisrealm · 3 months ago

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For the past few months, Nash and Faramund had been meeting almost daily in the clearing. But in the last two weeks there had been no sign of him. Nash couldn't help but think they must have grown tired of them, annoyed by their antics and foolish self. He told himself it didn't matter, and continued gathering berries not necessarily to eat, but to ease their boredom. Lately, the sun has been leaving early and the leaves found a new home on the grass beneath their feet, crunchy and brown. Summer must be coming to a close in the following days, although he didn’t remember when exactly. While most fey could determine the beginning and ending of seasons easily, Nash wasn’t as lucky. They commonly knew not only due to their duties but also because of the overflowing life force flowing and tingling under their skin, eager to come out. Unlike the rest of them, the sylvashifter didn’t have a season, he lacked the connection to a solstice or an equinox. Because of this, he managed to orientate himself based on the products of nature. And in case he couldn’t remember the seasonal produce, he could always count on festivities to put him on the right track, even though he couldn’t attend them.

Suddenly, a radiance illuminated the clearing. Its warmth was eagerly welcomed by Nash; his sun was back.

“Finally! I was about to start hanging up missing posters! Although your parents probably would have gotten ahead of me on that one…” He mumbled, a hand on his chin and another resting on his hip. He looked at Ezekiel, his smile quickly falling when he noticed the crestfallen look on their face. “What 's wrong?”

“Fall is starting soon.”

“....Which means?”

Ezekiel sighed, “Festivities are starting soon.” At the shapeshifter's silence, he continued, “Which means public appearances, which means my parents won't stop nagging me, which includes obliging me to pursue suitors.”

At that, the younger let out a small “oh”, letting his head fall before quickly perking up.

“Festivities are fun though! Right?” They asked excitedly, “I've never really gone to one, cus, you know. But I’ve seen them from afar!”

Being a sylvashifter –or any type of shifter for that matter– meant Nash wasn’t often able to walk around in public, and even less during festivities. People underestimate how difficult it is not only to shapeshift but also to maintain a stolen identity. All types of fey came from all around the realm for festivities like the fall fair, which meant that even if he stole someone’s self from a whole different village, there was a chance that fae might suddenly meet their new doppleganger.

“Right. Well, for most people it might be. But my parents made sure to strip all the fun out of it as soon as I was able to walk.”

“Ohh yeah, duties” He rolled his eyes, huffing to the side to blow away a piece of hair. A few moments passed in silence, he looked around them, taking in the scenery unlike the prince, who found himself staring harshly at the grass crushed underneath his feet. The silence was soon broken by a sniffle, causing Nash to snap his eyes up back to him.

“Hey, it’ll be fine-” The shapeshifter laid a hand on their shoulder that was quickly shrugged off.

“It’s just–!” He cradled his head in his own hands, pulling at his blond strands and dislodging his crown. ��I’m so tired. Tired of the stuffy suits, practicing stupid dances all day. I’m tired of– of.. failing mother and disappointing my father.”

They wiped their nose with their arm, dropping it on their lap as they hid their face on their other arm and sniffled. Nash watched with a frown as their shoulders hunched over and trembled, so drastically different from their usual straight posture and wonderfully flowy movements. He bit his lip, unsure of what to do but not able to stand seeing them like that. He searched in his brain for something that could help them or at the very least, cheer them up. His eyes urgently moved over the other’s body before focusing on his clothes. That’s it!

Nash perked up, resting his hands on the prince’s cheeks to redirect his attention to him. His heart clenched at seeing the barely contained tears brimming in his eyes, he seemed surprised by the sudden movement, eyes wide from the warm touch.

“I know what’d cheer you up! C’mon follow me!” He grabbed Ezekiel’s hand, jostling their pose and making them stand up along with him. The latter blinked away their tears, eyes still wide. He kept still, unsure of what to do. “First things first! Let’s take some of this stuff off.”

The shapeshifter unclipped his cape, throwing it away to a nearby stump before taking Ezekiel’s crown off gently, ignoring the alarmed look in his face. This time, he walked to the log and laid the piece of jewelry down on the cape, taking a second to get rid of some of his own accessories as well.

“Alright! I think we are good for now!” He frolicked his way back to his friend, grabbing his hand softly. He giggled at the bewildered look on Ezekiel’s face and decided it was time to explain. “We are gonna dance!”

“Dance? But–”

“No buts! And none of your stuck up way of dancing!” The prince huffed, resisting the urge to grumble. “Just jump around, sway, twirl, whatever!”

“I don’t know…”

Nash’s face softened, a smile tenderly gracing his features. He sighed lightly, internally coming to an agreement with himself that it would take a bit of effort to get Ezekiel to loosen up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start.” He whispered, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks for a second as he looked down at their jointed hands. He started shrugging his shoulders, swaying twice to one side before redirecting his torso to the opposite side. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of his friend’s hand eleven though it made it much harder to come up with silly dance moves. Ezekiel hesitantly mirrored him until Nash pulled him close to him. To his surprise, he was hoisted up in the other’s arms and they both twirled around as one. He instinctively grabbed onto Nash’s shoulders, once the shock had passed, he let a laugh escape, a smile pulling at his lips despite his heart thrumming in his chest. He was soon put down, his hand being risen above his head by the one that held him before he was spun around. He felt himself stumble into the other’s body but it was soon remedied by Nash, who bounced him slightly with his free hand, prompting him to unravel the embrace they found themselves tangled in, spinning away from his warmth and yet their hands remained united.

Unknowingly, the world around them seemed to blur, becoming entranced in each other and their dance. There was a feeling bubbling inside of them, luring and roping them into keep moving. They felt trapped in the best possible way, the wind brushing their hair as the sun set, shining behind the trees and their leaves. Unbeknown to Ezekiel, the air turned warmer, fueled by the magic emanating from his carefree body. Every time they pulled each other close, Nash could feel and revel in it, enjoying the sun-warmed scent of his skin. They moved together as one all around the clearing, jumping, swinging and twirling non stop. They found themselves so hypnotized by each other to the point where they didn’t care what they were doing as long as they could feel the comforting warmth and weight of the other’s hand. That soon became a problem, as they stumbled over the stump where they left their belongings, the shapeshifter finding himself crushed on top of the trunk by the weight of the Prince. Nash’s small bag spilled the berries and seeds it kept inside, some of them now squished and others lost in between the grass blades after rolling off the log. They laughed after the initial shock, before Ezekiel started apologizing and stood up, the spell now broken but their joy kept intact.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize there was th-”

“Don’t even worry about it, silly! I didn’t notice either!” He accepted the hand that had been extended to him, hoisting himself up with a little help from his friend.

The pair stood in silence for a moment, rearranging and brushing their clothes with a smile leftover from their dance. They looked at each other, their eyes meeting and crinkling up slightly. That was until Ezekiel’s look turned almost remorseful and his previously bright markings dimmed along with his smile. He wet his lips and swallowed before speaking.

“Thank you, Nash. For cheering me up and… dancing with me.” Nash nodded compliantly, knowing what was about to follow, “But I’m afraid I must leave. It’s almost evening, mother must be waiting for me.”

“Of course, anytime.” He responded almost dejectedly.

Ezekiel smiled and grabbed his clothes, clipping his cape back on and repositioning his crown as he responded. “I’ll bring something next time to make up for the berries that have been victimized today.”

Nash chukled, “Don’t worry about it. Now go home and keep yourself sane for me!”

The prince huffed out a laugh, checking himself over one last time before nodding his goodbye and disappearing from the clearing in a blink. Nash could only hope he would see the sun come back again in the following days.

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Check out the first chapter of this along with other installments on AO3!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57972703/chapters/149326219

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"When the gold rays fell on your skin, And my hair got caught in the wind,

The choir sang a melancholic hymn"

"In the morning, you would be gone I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on to The memory of your lips God, I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?"

Just the boys having fun in the forest :]!! look at em dance wooo

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