#fae drabble

When Puck lived with the fae, he slept in the forest. His bed suspended by vines high up in the trees. Every night he'd fall asleep to the sounds of nature with sky full of stars and a canpoy of tree sheltering him. It was perfect. Nothing was more beautiful than that sight which he'd fall into the land of dreams with. Nothing was ever going to compare to that.

Rain

Running in the rain felt amazing to Puck. There was something about it that he loves, that he found calming. He could clear his thoughts, process his emotions, feel free for those moments. The rain itself didn't phases him, actually he preferred it with the rain. It gave him something to focus on and there was always less people around to avoid. Puck bad always ran like this, even when he was little. He tried to run away from home more times than he could count. But at hogwarts it was different. Unlike school, they didn't have P.E or sports day or even race tracks for him to run on. He was encouraged to fly, and he hated it. They sugguested spells instead. Potions. Or even dealing with his problems. But nothing compared to the feeling of running in the rain. That was why whenever there was rain and he could speak out, he run laps around the school grounds. Sometimes even the quidditch pitch. But he always found somewhere to run in the rain. This was different though. Sure it was raining and he was running. But he was running for his life. Running to find Jack. Running to be safe. The death eaters had taken over the school and after nearly being killed in his first defence against the dark arts class of having the entire class perform the crucitias curse on him, he knew he needed out. Then he'd managed to piss off one of the carrows and some slytherin students, so he had no choice but to run. He scrabbled across the wet landscape, not getting the normally blissful feeling from running in the rain, instead he was purely focused on getting across the school borders do he could aperate. Curses were flying at him as they tried to catch him. Just as he crossed the border one hit. Nothing that could kill him but fatal enough to seriously injure him. Then in a blink of an eye he was gone. He was nothing running in the rain, he was at shrieking shack, surrounded by the creatures that they had rescued. He soaked through to the bone, blood mixing with the damp clothes from his injury. He barely got a word out before he collapsed into Jack's arms.

Stars

Robin had always been fascinated by stars. He didn't know why though. Maybe it was pull from him being a seer, many did believe stars held the future after all. Maybe it was because he thought they looked like fairies in the sky. Maybe it was merely because they relaxed him. But whatever it was, he loved the little floating shiny dots in the sky. He didnt understand them. He most certainly didn't get astrology and constellations. Depaire part of his shop ceiling being painted with constellations and star signs, he really didn't understand them. But they were pretty and relaxing, that was what mattered. That was why when he found the spell,he was determined to master it. Robin spent weeks, days, hours practicing the spell. Making sure every hand movement was exact, every word uttered with perfect. Of course it messed up in true Robin style along the way. Only one explosion which was good in his books. But finally Robin had done it. He cast the spell and it completely transformed his room into the night sky. He could stand in the middle of his stars. He could lay on his bed and watch them. Or if he very much desires, which he did, he could have sex surrounded by them. But for now he was content, sitting on his bedroom floor and watching the beautiful stars fill every ounce of his room.