Drawn out Nightmares

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Stage 1: cute tiny “O”-mouth.

Stage 2: sticky the tongue out real far

Erlking’s eyes went wide, his cheeks instantley turning a bright pink and his mouth was slightly agape. He was this distracted he almost let his glamour fall, but only let his ears twitch and slightly seem point-ier as they peeked out of his hair. His smile softend and he felt his eyes go a bit darker blue as he took the book in one gloved hand, touch lingering lightly on the young man’s hand.

“Thank you, young man…that reminds me…I never catched your name…My name’s Matthias White…It is nice to meet such a young and kind man like yourself”

James smiled at him, his tired eyes were looking at him, ringing truth with all his words. He was a pleasure...a pleasure to help? It was a start. Though as he talked about his love, a knot formed in his gut and he blushed lightly, covering his mouth with one gloved hand.

“Thank you...I hope...I hope so too” he smiled genuinly and felt tears prick in his eyes. “I hope to see you soon again, James” his name was spoken softly, fondly, as he grabbed his wallet, taking the money out of it. It was a one hundred dollar bill.

“Take the tip. For the wonderful service~!” he said softly, taking the flowerpot and turned around leaving the shop...for now.

The fae watched the human with rapt attention as he walked over to the coronation and smiled lightly. He looked even prettier…he bet he would look lovely, all spread on a whole meadow full of pink and yellow coronation, on his head a woven crown of forget me nots and pink and white roses, his clothes a pale white blue, fitting to his eyes, his body carressed by those soft petals…

Slowly he nodded, lightly touching the soft petals, the image of him still haunting them “That sounds wonderful. I would love to take some in a pot…I’m sure they would…love them. Though you have to tell me…do they need sunshine? Much water, or not so much? I don’t want them to wilt…” his face was slightly saddend for a moment “..they don’t grow much for me anymore…it’s too dark where I live, you know? If I can…I will provide them the best home they can get” he was clearly speaking about the flowers, but in the back of his head, he meant someone else entirely but a plant…

“They will need sunshine and water, but… hang on.” James skittered around the back as he took the potted plant with him.  He returned moments later with a book before setting the flowers on the table and returning to him.

Erlking blinked lightly as he looked at the flower, his smile seemed so…sad. HIs blue eyes were focused on the flowers, his speech solemn as if he had lost something dear maybe? Maybe he did miss his garden more than he let on? The fae had a garden of his own, most flowers he wanted grew there, also a few thornbushes, but only to guard off the more rebellious under-faelings that wanted to steal and eat his flowers…

Seeing him like this made the king of faes wish he could show it to him. By due time maybe. “Ah…those sound beautiful” he smiled softly. “I would like to see some. Maybe in a pretty colour. Maybe pale…it reminds me of their skin…to be honest…you remind me so much of them.” he smiled a little more, though keeping his distance.

He felt…strange. What was James doing to him? He wanted to prank him, to torment him but now, with that damn smile on his face…the only thing he wanted to do…was to see him smile honestly and warmly up to him, those blue eyes twinkling with happiness and warmth…he wanted nothing more than that

“Thats kind of you… and course you can, they’re just over here.” James agreed as he showed him to the plants. They came in pretty pinks, whites and other colours and James gave Erlking a smile, “If you like I can give you one of our potted ones, they’ll last a whole lot longer and I can tie a ribbon around it.”

He smiled kindly, nodding as he stepped finally around the counter. Oh, how he missed his James, his blond locks those beautiful eyes, that slender frame, like a maiden, fair skin and all. Beautiful from top to bottom.

“Oh…that’s complicated. I think…Roses *are* the classic in most choices, but I don’t know…my partner is special.” he looked at the blue colored flowers with the soft tint of purple and smiled. “Forget-me-nots are quite popular where i come from…we weave crowns of them and put them on the heads of our partners, so they never forget how much they are loved…” his smile was charmingly, his pale blue eyes now trained on James. “Mh…lillies do smell wonderful, but they remind me of graver days…still…they are quite fair, like my partner’s skin…so soft…so beautiful” he sighed happily and stroked delicatley over one of the petals, humming

“Ah…so many decisions…what would you pick, my dear? Any flower you favour?”

“Me?” Seemed like an odd question, James hadn’t though of the flowers he’d cared for when he had a huge garden. But they were always beautiful; from the poppies in the nearby fields or the rose bushes that bloomed in his walls… and the morning glory that would curl up the walls.

Seeing him like this made the king of faes wish he could show it to him. By due time maybe. “Ah...those sound beautiful” he smiled softly. “I would like to see some. Maybe in a pretty colour. Maybe pale...it reminds me of their skin...to be honest...you remind me so much of them.” he smiled a little more, though keeping his distance.

The man smiled softly as he saw the young man. James looked wonderful in the warm light of the sun, surrounded by flowers, like a romantic painting in the renaissance maybe. His bright eyes that looked at him were so kind…so beautiful.

Erlking laughed and grinned wide. “Good day, sir! And yes…I do search for something quite in particular!” he said, stepping closer to the counter, while swiveling his head from left to right and up and down the counters filled with flowers and small accessoires and decorative pots. “You see, I have a lover..and I want to give them something very special. But I don’t know if they even like flowers…I don’t really know much about them either too” he laughed, clearly embarrassed, his eyes giving out a warm glow as he smiled “I’m sure though, from looking at you, I’m in good hands. What…would you say is a good flower for someone in love? Expressing their love to them I mean?”

“Oh...that’s complicated. I think...Roses *are* the classic in most choices, but I don’t know...my partner is special.” he looked at the blue colored flowers with the soft tint of purple and smiled. “Forget-me-nots are quite popular where i come from...we weave crowns of them and put them on the heads of our partners, so they never forget how much they are loved...” his smile was charmingly, his pale blue eyes now trained on James. “Mh...lillies do smell wonderful, but they remind me of graver days...still...they are quite fair, like my partner’s skin...so soft...so beautiful” he sighed happily and stroked delicatley over one of the petals, humming