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londoncallingrpg2016-03-22 11:19 pm
phouka) wrote in londoncallingrpg2016-03-22 11:19 pm
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The first day of Spring had come and gone. The prince had left to the Seelie lands, but only for battle preparations. He was back with the full moon. Phouka had remained behind to see after Winter and Fin, though for them the days were much the same. In truth, Phouka was a bit bored. He longed for court intrigues and gossip. As a guard he'd never been a part of things, always on the outside, but he'd heard and he'd seen. Now he got his entertainment from the telly. He found it to be so contrived. It lacked fire. Passion.
And so with the prince back he had been given leave for the day. He immediately set out to find intrigues. He wandered the park, found a market, sat outside in the chilly air to sip a coffee and watch. Watch and see. Everywhere he looked he saw people with lovers, with friends. He didn't know their lives so some of the drama was lost. But at the cafe he found hope. On one side of him sat two women chatting incessantly about the one's disasterous love life. The friend concurred with the righteous anger over many, many men. On the other side sat a couple who, at first, were the picture of romance. But then he checked a text and the woman...well, she became a bit mad. Angry, yes, but Phouka thought she was absolutely nutters as she questioned him on who he was talking to, grilling him with such jealous fury the Phouka kept waiting for the man to leave. Watching them he saw what others might not see. The man was positively eating up her jealous outburst. It stroked his ego, clearly.
"Hmm." Just that. One small sound. And he sipped his coffee.
[Find him at the cafe or in the park, market, or on the street, wherever works best!]
And so with the prince back he had been given leave for the day. He immediately set out to find intrigues. He wandered the park, found a market, sat outside in the chilly air to sip a coffee and watch. Watch and see. Everywhere he looked he saw people with lovers, with friends. He didn't know their lives so some of the drama was lost. But at the cafe he found hope. On one side of him sat two women chatting incessantly about the one's disasterous love life. The friend concurred with the righteous anger over many, many men. On the other side sat a couple who, at first, were the picture of romance. But then he checked a text and the woman...well, she became a bit mad. Angry, yes, but Phouka thought she was absolutely nutters as she questioned him on who he was talking to, grilling him with such jealous fury the Phouka kept waiting for the man to leave. Watching them he saw what others might not see. The man was positively eating up her jealous outburst. It stroked his ego, clearly.
"Hmm." Just that. One small sound. And he sipped his coffee.
[Find him at the cafe or in the park, market, or on the street, wherever works best!]
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Of course he was aware it took time, but he was so hungry and he hoped the man would hurry. But at Winter's insistence he tucked the money in his pocket and joined the little one on the sofa.
"I like these pyjamas. They are very soft," he said, petting Winter's leg.
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"They are warm," Winter replied, pulling his legs up onto the sofa to sit criss-cross as he leaned into the Phouka and peeped cheerfully. His bare toes wiggled happily, but went still as he rested his head against the Phouka's arm.
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The Phouka turned his head to press a kiss to Winter's hair and stayed right there, breathing in the scent of him.
"I am so pleased with the adventure today, and also that we will not be in trouble. It is the best of days."
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"I will adventure with you any time you like, my Phouka, mine," Winter cooed. "You only have to ask."
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"Where shall we go next?" he asked, smiling before he kissed Winter's hair again.
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"That sounds delightful," he said, but in his heart he knew the prince would never allow him to travel far and wide with Winter. He was needed her to protect not only Winter but also Finlay.
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"Our next adventure will be even grander than the last," Winter decided. "As will every one that follows."
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"That is something to look forward to," he replied, soft but happy. "Where will we go next, hmm? Do you have plans, my little pixie?"
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"I think that is true," the Phouka agreed. He watched Winter get comfortable and then he sat back to wait for the pizza. His patience paid off and soon there was the buzzer. He let the delivery boy in and took the pies, giving him far too much money for them. Before the boy could protest he closed the door and carried the steaming boxes to the kitchen.