Scribbles and Drabbles

Courting A Human

"Not that complicated," the man in the mist chuckled.

"I have a life," Lonnie growled but he knew the protest wouldn't last long. Laslo had him well trained to obey. Not to mention, the first step into the mist and he was in their world. The mist was snapping at his ankles. "One you told me to go have." It wasn't like he hadn't offered to stay by Laslo's side. Laslo's grip on him tightened and his nose buried further into the crook of his neck.

"You know what we are?" The man stepped closer down the mist was in touching distance of Lonnie.

"The outlines if not the details," Lonnie eyed the man up.

He wasn't bothering to hide his otherworldliness. Pale skin that looked translucent shimmered in the night, looking almost sickly in the yellow burn of the streetlights. Gems glittered on his cheekbones like freckles and a few lay on his knuckles as well. Pale purple hair tumbled down from the man's head. Laslo's hair had always been dark, but the purple tint to it made more sense now. Part of the race he belonged to. His eyes were black, no hints of a pupil, it blended with iris leaving that edge of uncanniness that set Lonnie on edge.

Laslo's eyes were brown like his. Unless that had changed since his unveiling. He wanted to look, to check but he was too focused on the stranger. Laslo's fitted clothes were always a weapon but somehow this man made Lonnie's mouth dry.

Every seam and pattern traced over his body in a way that highlighted everything handsome about him. He wore a dark suit that looked almost like a uniform except the patterned embossed into the fabric were fare too intricate to be anything other than a personal choice. Or rather a tailors choice, someone had weaved together an outfit for the creature and it was stunning. It was close-fitting until it wasn't and flowed about his limbs.

Laslo's teeth bit into him.

He grabbed his neck, shutting his eyes tight as Laslo growled. "He's mine." The words echoed around him. Fuck magic. Fuck magic and bastards who tried to enchant him to make him compliant. Laslo never had. Laslo's control over him had never been magical. If anything Laslo had been scared to use any kind of magic on him beyond the odd healing boost.

"That's rather the problem, isn't it?" the man challenged, a hand rested on top of his head. "He's strong but not immune to us. Bringing him to the court would be dangerous for one like him."

"I'm not letting anything happen to him," Laslo ground his teeth.

"And the opinion for leaving me be?"

"Death, for you. Isolation for the Prince."

"Prince?" Lonnie dared to open his eyes again, turning to look at his Laslo. What else could he call him? His brother? They'd had sex. The feelings Lonnie had for Laslo were not brotherly in the slightest and they had never been expected to be brothers in the traditional sense. Yet, they'd never been equals either. If Lonnie was Laslo's toy, what did that make Laslo to him?

"It turns out my mother is of higher rank than she let on to us," Laslo didn't meet his eyes.

"Is that why your powers were awake early?"

Changelings didn't normally grow up with magic at their beck and call. Far more would have survived to adulthood if that was the case. Laslo had been an exception to the rule. When his fae parent had appeared, intending to introduce him to his powers, they'd been very shocked to discover a full in control gremlin with a human pet and an assortment of different race minions to control.

"Uncertain honestly," Laslo shrugged like it wasn't a big thing. It kind of was. Lonnie didn't like this. He didn't like this look on Laslo. They'd been apart less than five years but everything about the man had changed. Gone was the arrogant but confidence power and in its place was hesitation and uncertainty.