#felsiris

Thanks for waiting so patiently, Val!

Felwinter/Osiris ... passionately.

Felwinter was a man of few words and fewer needs. He took great, if understated, pleasure in the simple joys of life -- an ancient book of poetry, a sweet ballad sung by Lady Skorri, the rough and tumble tussling of the newest batch of temple puppies -- all these things were a quiet delight for the Dark Horse of the Mountain.

But there was one thing he seemed to take the most pleasure in, above and beyond what might be considered appropriate, and that was simply this: getting Osiris's goat.

Truly, it seemed like Felwinter's greatest pleasure stemmed from antagonizing his apprentice, given how much he pushed the other Warlock over the simplest things, and how much he seemed to enjoy Osiris's frustrated grumbling. However, despite the frequently deliberate prodding, Felwinter was equally generous with his praise -- provided Osiris could manage to keep his head.

Today, they were casually sparring without armor. Felwinter's cool Void met Osiris's tempermental Solar in great gouts of sunset-tinted Light as they clashed. There was one difference between them aside from the Light, and that was that Felwinter repeatedly fashioned his Void into the shape of a longsword and used it to cut through the wild fireballs Osiris kept hurtling at him.

"Focus, Osiris!" Felwinter called for the dozenth time, dancing away from yet another snap of flaming missiles that Osiris threw his way.

Osiris made a noise of frustration. He knew he could do what Felwinter wanted if the other Warlock would simply let him have a moment to breathe! He ducked away from a small bit of Void that harried him for a moment before disappearing.

He tried again to generate the end goal of this exercise -- a blade, twin to the one Felwinter wielded, only crafted of Solar Light instead of Void.

He flung his hand skyward with a harsh, frustrated yell, and to his surprise and relief, felt the Solar Light coalescing in his hand into the hilt of a sword.

Felwinter pressed the attack immediately, forcing Osiris to react on instinct, sweeping the blade toward his mentor and gasping as several brilliant arcs of flame erupted off the edge and headed directly for the other Warlock. This time, Felwinter couldn't dodge. The flaming arcs tracked him like he was wearing a target and succeeded in impacting him one after another, driving the Exo to his knees, his clothes smoldering.

Osiris was so surprised that he lost his concentration, the flaming sword immediately dissipating from his hand as he rushed to his mentor.

"Don't!" Felwinter warned, then lunged for Osiris, his own Void blade sweeping in an arc that left ripples in the air behind it, aiming for Osiris's head.

Osiris gasped again, this time in desperation, as he willed his own blade back into existence just in time to block Felwinter's attack.

Osiris shoved hard, pushing Felwinter back a step as radiance rolled over his body, giving him the appearance of a living flame. To his shock and delight, Felwinter laughed, then leaned close.

"I would punish you for dropping your guard like that, but I think you might enjoy it too much," Felwinter purred.

Osiris stammered, feeling heat rising to his face that had nothing to do with the Solar Light wreathing his body.

Felwinter leaned over their crossed blades to give Osiris a passionate kiss that had the junior Warlock swooning, the Solar sword flickering into nothingness as he returned the kiss just as passionately.

#25... a kiss as a "yes"! I've had this one rotating waiting its turn for days <3

Felwinter peeked over the top of his book curiously, far from the first time that morning. 

The study was quiet, candles nearly burned down as the rising sun lit the room gold. The fireplace was dark: it'd been a relatively warm night, and they hadn't needed the extra heat. The brightening sky outside was clear, and somewhere just outside nearby, a bird sang, happily heralding what was certain to be a beautiful, sunny spring day.  But across from where Felwinter sat in his high-backed throne of a chair, Osiris squirmed on the sofa.  He most assuredly wasn't aware of what he was doing, or he'd be putting up much more resistance, Felwinter was sure, but as things were, there was no denying something had gotten under his student's skin.  Several times, the young Warlock had taken a breath as if to speak, then lurched his attention back to the book wilting in his grip as soon as Felwinter looked up. He had something to say, but so far hadn't managed to get it out. 

Fel/Timur 21

Here’s #9 : in public !

Osiris twitched and flinched as they moved through the crowded marketplace, the young Warlock actively resisting shying in closer to his mentor. He didn't have the height nor the imposing presence that Felwinter was currently utilizing to better navigate the crowd, and so was subjected to much unwanted brushes and jostling.

People bothered him.

Many people bothered him exponentially more.

"Almost there," Felwinter murmured, dropping a protective hand over Osiris' shoulder and reeling him in a little closer to his side. Osiris muffled his gasp. He didn't know what he'd done to clue Felwinter off. He didn't think he'd done anything. His face was hidden deep behind a heavy cowl and further shaded by his helm. He hadn't said anything. He was walking normal. His posture was... perhaps a shade stiff but normal. Timur was the mind-reader of their lot. Had he taught Felwinter something without letting on to anyone else?

His hip bumped against Felwinter's and Osiris' heart skipped a little. Felwinter's hand on his shoulder tightened.

And like that, the crowd parted. People gave them a wider clearance, a little bubble forming around the pair. Osiris glanced all around and then up at Felwinter in shock, again entirely unable to detect what had changed.

But something had, because not a single body came even close to colliding with his again. His heart raced all the more, the trainee stupefied by his master. He thought he'd known Felwinter better than this.

"Lord Felwinter, how-"

"I don't like it either," Felwinter said softly, for Osiris' ears alone. Osiris' brow knit safely behind the veil of his armor. "I can tell you're tense," Felwinter added evenly.

"But how do you -" he gestured lamely, indicating the bubble of space around them. "-manage it?"

He was treated to a rare, low chuckle, and Felwinter tossed him a sideways look, wry and tinted with good humor.

"Osiris, you are one of extreme few who would step closer to me rather than away." A good thing, from the subtle warmth in his nearly flat voice. The tiny, barely perceptible cues were getting easier for Osiris to read. Or at least he hoped he was reading them right. "Most will gladly clear the way," Felwinter finished.

Osiris sighed. It was true the Exo had a particularly intimidating visage from a certain point of view, but Osiris didn't see him that way, and he wished more of the rest of the world shared that perception.

"Sometimes... it is useful," Felwinter added.

"Agreed," Osiris mumbled, looking around. He could just see the top of a particularly ragged tent through the throng of people, and then the crowd parted entirely, revealing the weapons dealer the sought.

The man guarding a stack of crates leaned back when he saw them, and Osiris could see obvious fear in his eyes, which were fixed entirely on Felwinter. He bristled. This again. He dug his heels in, stopping abruptly before they reached the shade of the tent, and Felwinter turned, giving him a curious look.

"Problem?" he asked calmly, one hand drifting to the part in the lapel of his longcoat.

"Fear," Osiris sighed, disappointed in frustrated. "I don't know why these people don't see the better of you after all these years."

Felwinter gave him a soft look.

"You'll heal the world someday, Osiris," he murmured. He leaned in, and Osiris' knees locked when Felwinter laid a chaste but lingering kiss onto the top of his helm, the gentle pressure dispersed but tangible through the armor. "Don't worry. I don't mind it," Felwinter said, straightening up. The man in the tent was watching them with wide, startled eyes. Osiris turned his head and the man looked away, embarrassed. Osiris nodded.

"Alright," he said, leaning into Felwinter's grip on his shoulder just briefly before he was released, and Felwinter stepped away to meet with his contact. He glanced around. No one else had seen, despite the sea of people only steps away, but there in the shade, the weapons dealer chatted animatedly with Felwinter, the fear and mistrust gone from his eyes. Osiris laughed softly to himself. He was considering suggesting Felwinter use this tactic more often.

Ooooh thank you my friend this was a particularly indulgent treat. Just the kind of fluff I desperately need right now. <3

The sun rose early on Felwinter Peak in the summer. While the valleys were still in shadow, up high above the Cosmodrome, the sun rose to meet it's residents on-level.  The room was warm, still, and silent. Golden sunlight shone down through the single tall window, illuminating lazily drifting motes like fairy dust.  Osiris laid curled deep under a small mountain of furs and quilts, his eyes half-lidded drowsily as he watched them through his eyelashes. It was so terribly early, and while he would normally rise this early daylight or no, today he found himself particularly reluctant to move. 

The reason for this was pressed in tight against him, his face nuzzled into Osiris' bare shoulder, still, astoundingly, fast asleep. 

Felwinter rarely actually slept, and even more rarely slept all night, let alone longer than Osiris. 

Very few people knew what Felwinter even looked like asleep; how his eyes dimmed to darkness but the lights deep in his throat illuminated with steady, artificial breath. He did not stir. He was peaceful, and Osiris knew that even caught unawares, the Exo would not startle if he disturbed him. Not when he was resting with Osiris. Not when they felt this safe and secure together. 

Love, deep and aching, surged up into Osiris' chest suddenly, dizzying with its power. He was still in utter awe that he'd captured not just the attention of this incredible man, but his trust as well. 

As beautiful as Felwinter was safe and sound asleep, Osiris could no longer bear to wait for him. He pushed up onto one elbow and leaned over his lover, staring for a few seconds more before leaning in and laying a tender kiss upon the Iron Lord's brow. "Felwinter," he breathed the name, the sound barely a whisper, but enough with the touch that Felwinter's eyes illuminated immediately. Bright white, then dimming to gold, and finally his familiar amber, he blinked, sucking in a slow breath.  "Osiris."  Osiris smiled. "Good morning." He leaned in, laying another kiss this time over Felwinter's mouth. Felwinter hummed in pleasure and laid a broad palm over Osiris' back, holding him gently to let the kiss linger. 

"Good morning," he rumbled, voice low and almost a little rusty as he fully woke with indulgent slowness. "Have I overslept?" he asked at last, leveraging Osiris down for another kiss, and then another after that, his protégé and lover gladly answering each one. "Not at all," Osiris confessed. "I simply-" "Impatient already?" Felwinter chuckled. Osiris flashed him an unrepentant smile.  "You can't possibly be cross with me," he countered smugly. The lights of Felwinter's eyes and throat warmed in a nearly invisible Felwinter smile. He pushed up, meeting Osiris for yet another kiss, this one far more passionate than sleepy.

This was getting dangerously easy to write angst for, but I refuse. You get horny instead.

It was dark, crowded, and too warm in the claustrophobic space, but neither Felwinter nor Osiris paid the discomfort much mind. They were focused on one, and only one thing: one another. The smell of spices and brandy filled Felwinter's senses, Osiris' breath and lips sweet from it. It was rare either of them would imbibe this way but tonight the whole temple had let it's metaphorical hair down, and drinking and games and good food were all in rich abundance. 

And for some, passion.

This wasn't necessarily the reason they found themselves tangled together in a utility closet, but it was certainly the result.

A sudden Bang! at Felwinter's back made Osiris jump and stumble into giddy, snorting laughter.  "Hey, c'mon!" From outside the closet, Gheleon's voice was thick with drink and muffled by the flimsy barrier between them and their comrades. "Yer time's up, guys!" 

They ignored him. Osiris' hands had worked their way under Felwinter's clothes, nimble fingers doing terrible things to wonderful synapses. Felwinter hunched up, ducking down to mouth at Osiris' neck where he'd pulled his lapels away, making him stifle a moan. Gheleon laid down another stout thud against the door. "It's seven minutes not.... not seventeen! Traveler's crack, did you lads fall asleep in there or what?!"

#48 - out of habit

The Great Hall is dark except for the golden firelight from the great urns littering the space, the shadows the light cast far deeper than the illumination they gave. It was warm, crowded, and hushed as their number huddled together to drink, dine, and give audience to what Felwinter thought might be one of Lady Skorri's lovelier performances.

He didn't praise her (or anyone else) lightly, but he did enjoy her singing. Enough so that he braved the bodies - and moreso, the hands: the back-slapping and the shoulder grabbing, the arm's gripped in companionable greetings that he understood but did not enjoy, and hated having to reciprocate. Enough so, that he would boldly keep Osiris tucked securely under one arm against his side, shielding him as he walked his student through the crowd, ushering him into a corner where they were guarded on two sides, and could still have a good enough perspective. He knew his student loved the music as much as he, and hated the crowds even more.

For Osiris, Felwinter didn't mind the hands so much.

When Skorri sang like this, it was even easier.

They stood for hours, shoulder to shoulder at first, then with Felwinter's arm back around Osiris, hand low and subtle on his hip.

Then Osiris' head dropped to his shoulder.

It was fine. They were fine. It was dark, nobody was looking their way, and anyone looking would have to stare so long to identify either of them in the dim that Felwinter would have plenty of time to move if they needed to.

It was fine.

It was a lovely, warm evening.

The singing and firelight were mesmerizing.