: Saintsmourn - Nicholas & Patrick :

[dangernerd]

Nicholas Kirkland (Nicky to those who he considered friends) was at this moment finishing up the last of his reading for his college classes. In the little dorm-room that himself and Patrick shared, it was a muddle of books and random objects that they'd collected. Not only that but also bits and bobs of their friendship tied into neat little nostalgic notes.

The last rays of the sun was streaming in through the window and he was poised, feet crossed on desk and balancing barely on the back two legs-- precarious yes, and honestly he knew that he should not really be doing this. Coordination be damned, he'd never worried about it before despite the bumps and bruises he regularly got because he was perennially distracted.

It was almost time for Patrick to come home from his late evening classes and then they'd start their foraging for dinner.

After that, well the evening was still young and there was trouble to be had. All of which he looked forward to, after all Patrick had for as long as he remembered, been his favorite partner in crime.. they had grown up together and they had a special bond.

As close as brothers, except not quite-- and honestly? Nicholas was glad for that.

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[teabog]

Declan did try to be fair, and was incredibly even-tempered as Fae went. Oh he could be capricious, and he certainly had his pettier moments, but he did care very much about his family, blood and chosen. He cared about his cafe and his customers, and he cared for these two star-crossed lovers currently sitting in front of him.

So he ducked his head in acknowledgment of Riley's decision to confer with Liam.=, a little smile toying at the corners of his lips. "You love him very much." Not a question, just an observation, and one that was made with a wistful sort of fondness. He'd read too many love poems by now not to be a fan of a good love story, especially one set against the odds.

"I can see a reflection of it in you. You were meant to be a knight, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, a shield to defend and to keep safe. But yes, take your time and have your discussion. There is no time limit from my end -- time is immaterial when one has lived through the ages -- only the ticking clock you already live under before your demonic problem comes knocking."

He sipped his coffee before adding. "I almost forgot, one more piece to the cost of this deal. I would like to be invited to your wedding, when the time comes. Also I know an excellent wedding planner."

And with that he lifted his mug once more and Liam slipped back into the time stream, finishing the half spoken concern, "Don't do anything stupid. It's not worth your paying a price instead of me." Liam said it's not worth it, but he very much meant I'm not worth it.

[eblouissant]

"I do, I suppose I am romantic enough to think that my heart waited in slumber until it saw him.. and then it knew." and because of that, he would do anything to protect Liam because Liam was worth it. He looked to Declan and he smiled and then nodded, "That can definitely be apart of the pact, that you are invited to the wedding."

Before time resumed and Liam finished speaking almost as if he was not aware that time had flowed on in the space between breaths where he had been caught in time inanimate. He turned back to Liam, with his half drunk chai, and then spoken very calmly. "All things done through love, Liam." and then he leaned in to press a kiss to that scruffy cheek. "And Ducky understands the driving force, and he respects that and does not seek to take advantage of it, but we can discuss it privately."

Then another smile.

"You are worth it, Liam. And you have lived too much of your life thinking that you were not worth very much of anything, so I intend to change that."

[giveanything]

Ducky smiled at that description. A heart in slumber, was it? Straight out of what humans termed fairy tales, wasn't it? He did enjoy that quite a bit, and it suited these two. He did hope they'd find their way to a happily ever after, as much as something like that could truly exist outside the realm of song and story.

And he was still smiling as Liam slipped back into sync with time and started what he was sure would be a discussion indeed.

Liam paused, eyes glancing to Declan, to Riley, to the dirty chai that was half gone, to the glimmer in the Fae lord's eyes and the unmistakable determination in Riley's clear gray gaze. He was half certain he could taste Riley's lips on his as well, a hint of chai. A glance around at the rest of the room. Fae magic. He'd missed something, or rather, he'd been deliberately made to miss something.

The kiss to his cheek derailed his thoughts for a second, and he turned to look at the priest once more. He knew for a fact that he wasn't worth it. He frowned. "You didn't agree to anything?" He could still talk Riley out of it, perhaps.

Declan was the one to answer. "He did not. I made the offer, but your love wished to speak with you first. This path still waits for him, though. I think it has been waiting for him his entire life." He turned his gaze to Riley. "But the choice still rests with you, when you are ready to make it one way or the other. I will be here."

He started to turn then, all mysterious and ancient, serene and timeless before he paused and added. "Or you may text me! I do have a mobile now. Here is my number." A twist of his wrist and a neat little calling card was slid across the counter towards Riley.

[eblouissant]

"I did not make it yet, because that is not how partnerships work-- but I would hope that you would hear my reasons for why I should accept with an open mind."

Before Liam could seize it, he grabbed up Ducky's card and then tucked it into one of the holders in his wallet and then tucked it firmly in his back pocket.

"Thank you Ducky, I appreciate the offer made and you will hear from me. Also, the recommendation of a wedding planner was a very nice touch."

To throw Liam off his game a little, and show they were talking about other things too.

[giveanything]

Liam's frowned turned noticeably poutier with Riley being all reasonable and mature and saying such proper things about partnerships and open minds. Infuriating, really, that he couldn't argue with either of those things without sounding like an unreasonable child. He only pouted further when Riley beat him to the card.

All sulking stopped at the word wedding though and he blinked in surprise and confusion looking from Riley to Ducky and back again. "Wedding planner? What did you two talk about? How long was I out of it?"

Declan laughed and tapped a finger lightly against the side of his nose. "Yes, I thought so too. But truly, she is a wonder, for when the time comes."

[eblouissant]

The Priest could be serious but he did have a secret devilish side which came out when he felt comfortable and safe, and Liam was figuring that out slowly but surely. "I will tell you all about it later, my heart."

And Liam was his heart, he understood this now. As vitally coiled around it as if he had been born there.

He leaned forward then to address Ducky as he took a sip of his chai. "Have you asked out the man you are interested in yet? You know man cannot survive on muffins alone."

[giveanything]

Liam was very quickly coming to know Riley's mischievous side. And the blond was his favorite sort of devil, angel-eyed and sweet as summer. How was he supposed to argue with anything when Riley called him my heart anyway? That was not something he had any defense against, could not hope to do anything but melt. It still didn't stop him from wrinkling his nose at him. "All about it. Every detail."

He sipped his own latte, and since they had the benefit of being veiled by Ducky's magic, he figured there was no harm in reaching out a hand to slip into Riley's, for just a moment.

Declan tilted his head at Riley's question. "Should I make scones too?" That would do it, right? His shoulders slumped slightly. "Humans have such complicated notions of courtship. Ask him out... how does on go about that? Is it best done by letter? Shall I pen a missive?" Will you go on a date with me please circle one: yes, definitely yes, maybe.

[eblouissant]

The hand felt warm as it wrapped around his own, he glanced over at Liam and offered a smile that was all light, perhaps overcast so as to not be glaring-- his light was not one that was blinding, but it was there in a soft glow that seemed to halo him. Fingers that twined together in a show of solidarity while around then the world went by not precisely noticing them.

"Well, I am not the best at these things as dating was something I was not truly interested in; however, think of the things that you two enjoy doing together and then perhaps propose an outing based on that?" this was perhaps not specific enough, especially for a Fae King. "I am sure that he would be thrilled that you are interested in spending time with him."

[giveanything]

That light was enough to sustain Liam, like he was some flower caught in the glow of Riley's sunshine. The thought and the smile had him feeling suddenly shy, and his cheeks were reddening as he looked down into his coffee, a soft smile settling over his own lips.

Declan hummed, a musical sound that was thoughtful if a bit confused. "We both enjoy drinking coffee and reading human literature and discussing the merits of various translations, the loss of original intent."

Liam looked up to Ducky once more. "Right, that's a start. But you two hang out here already. So maybe something a little more special, make it clear that you're asking him to do something with you, not just running into each other in your everyday lives, yeah?"

Ducky nodded, considering. So complicated. But well, his eyes lit up. "There is a Shakespeare troupe in town. I believe they have performances over the next fortnight. Would something like that be appropriate? And perhaps obvious enough that he understands my intentions?"

[eblouissant]

Did Riley think that probably Liam had better ideas than him? Well Liam did send him refurbished bookcase with which to house all of his books which had been delightfully thoughtful; and before that there had been a hike that had been obviously a date though Riley had not known that until the end of it when Liam had attempted to kiss him (and second time succeeded).

"That would be perfect, if that is something that he is interested in then he would enjoy it though your intentions would have to be spoken, though it need only be a 'I enjoy spending time with you and I am finding that I am craving more time spent with you.' which should make him feel flattered and special, that is if he has decided the same, that he enjoys time spent with you too."

Though Riley did assure Ducky, "I cannot imagine anyone not wanting to spend time with you, he would be a fool if he did not."

[giveanything]

Oh totally a date, even if Liam had known at the time it was a terrible idea generally and he had no actual plan beyond spend time with pretty blond who had stirred something in him that he wasn't aware even existed anymore. And now here they were, and Riley's hand was warm and secure in his own.

"Riley's got it right. Be up front about the fact that you're interested in him, that you mean for it to be a date." Liam was certain that, from what he had seen of Noah and Ducky interacting in the cafe, that the quiet professor was thoroughly oblivious to the hearts swirling in the fae lord's eyes every time he looked at him.

Ducky sighed again and slumped further. "This would be so much easier the old fashioned way, just a bit of glamour and enchantment and I lure him into the twilit lands." Kidnapping, the old standby. But no, consent was important, especially for the man he intended to have as his spouse and consort.

[eblouissant]

Riley frowned only a little bit at the last statement, about kidnapping-- it was kidnapping from how he was perceiving it, he knew enough of fairy lore to know that there was a bit of that which went on though he was not well-versed in it. "Well I am glad that you opted not to do it the old-fashioned way, because that is a bit archaic much like the human notion that marriage is about convenience and property, which it very much is not." a glance over at Liam to signal that he hoped this was correct.

"Bring him something, perhaps his favorite flowers or a book that he's been wanting to read but has not gotten around to yet, something thoughtful. I think that it would be very romantic if you said that you would like to discuss it over dinner sometime." it was best to give the Fae King many options. "I can assure you that none of these options are boring in the slightest."

[giveanything]

"Yes, I realize it is not exactly the human standard or expectation. And I... I wish for this to be his choice, and not just the result of my own desires." So much more complicated, but this mattered entirely too much. Also the idea of marriage being about property was not a pleasant one either. The Fae had their marriages for alliance and politics, for war and for peace, but he had never been a fan of those either. Declan Eladan was too much of a romantic for most things honestly.

But gifts, yes, he could do gifts. A book. In fact he had something that would work for that quite well.

Liam could see Ducky's mental wheels turning. It was kind of cute, actually. Really quite cute, as far as terrifyingly powerful Fae creatures could be anyway. He planted his elbow on the counter, chin in his hand, looking at Liam. "What's your favorite flower, Angel?"

[eblouissant]

"My favorite flower?" A half-smile half-smirk seemed to lightly flirt over his lips. "Well I have two, I have always wanted a little garden with flowers, but I would probably plant some Iris, as well as some Peonies."

He pressed a finger to Liam's lips. "You do not have to bring me flowers, if anything you can make sure that in our future there is a plot of land where I can grow them for us." Sickening sentiment, really.

[giveanything]

That finger pressed to his lips and Liam, pinnacle of maturity that he was, nipped at it. "What if I want to bring you flowers? What if I think the prettiest man in Saintsmourn deserves flowers?"

But still the thought of a future with Riley had him smiling wistfully. "A little house with a garden out back. A yard for a dog." And children and dreams so many dreams.

Declan was watching this play out with the look of a man enjoying his favorite romantic movie playing out in front of him. "So the wedding planner I know does amazing things with peonies."

[eblouissant]

"I think that we can have that, if we get through it-- but we need all the resources we can take to obtain that future and I am sure that.." see, Ducky? This was absolutely premeditated, Riley was possessed of a sharp and convincing mind when he decided something was worthy of it, "His Majesty wants us to have all of that, he is even recommending a wedding planner."

See what he was doing Liam?

Riley was always going to want, no need something and someone to protect, something to stand for. He was driven like that. But he also wanted the beautiful ever after, and he would rather defend someone who championed that HEA for him. "I also do not think I would be serving anyone, it would be a mutually beneficial partnership." arm around Liam's waist, head against shoulder-- blonde locks on the longish side tickling against his cheek

[giveanything]

Declan was all the more certain about Riley being his champion after witnessing this. The brave knight protector could battle with wits and words as surely as any weapon, couldn't he? Yes, Riley was the exact sort of human -- sort of person in general -- who would thrive living with one foot in the Fae realm.

"This is true, of course. I am very much rooting for your success. True love is too rare and precious a thing not to be ever on its side." And also Gregory was an odious, unpleasant creature and Ducky thought he deserved whatever comeuppance was coming and upping in his direction.

Liam could indeed see what Riley was doing. He was quickly realizing that he was destined to never win an argument ever for the rest of their lives, and maybe that was okay. That soft golden hair was ticklish and distracting and he turned towards him to fully rest his cheek against the other man's head. "What will it cost you, Angel? I've already cost you your calling."

[eblouissant]

And Riley slowly pressed his lips to the ear and then he whispered so that only Liam could hear (well it was likely Ducky could hear but he probably wouldn't say anything) "My calling is to love you.. and Ducky is not asking that of me.. he wants me to become a Knight who is charged with protecting his people in case he should need it, and I do not consider it a hardship."

Riley did not mind getting cozy in this half-space.

"I will become a little bit Fae in nature however." he looked up at Liam then to let that set in. "Because of the pact, to which I think that is not so bad of a deal, it is also I believe fair."

[giveanything]

Liam's eyes widened both at the way those lips shaped the words so intimately close to his ears as well as the words themselves. Somehow Riley was saying those words to him and somehow he meant them. He really meant them, that Riley loved him that completely.

He still wanted to shake the blond until sense settled into place in that pretty, noble, brave head of his. But wasn't that who Riley was? Brave and so intent on taking care of others, protecting them, as a priest and maybe now as a Fae-touched knight.

It tore at something inside Liam, but he could see it in him, could see the shape of that future writ already on the other man's soul. He lifted a hand up to brush against Riley's cheek, brush back some of that soft sunshine gold hair.

"You're really decided about this, aren't you? You really..." He shut his eyes and took a breath. "I trust you, Riley. I trust you to know what is fair and what isn't. I hate that you have to make this choice because of me, but I love you so much... I want to make it through this so that we can be together, so that we have to take Ducky up on his wedding planner recommendation. I want to grow old with you." He wanted all the things he'd spent his adult life telling himself he had no business wishing for because he'd never have them, because he didn't deserve them. "Even if your ears wind up a little pointy."

[eblouissant]

Riley was at his nature a good and noble soul and nothing could change that, not even a fall away from God. Was it really a fall though? Especially if he was doing good somewhere and somehow, that was the same and he'd done something, and it did not matter if it was good in the Heaven's eyes as long as it reconciled with his own conscience.

He pressed their cheeks together and then pressed a kiss to that earlobe. "I am only decided if you are in it with me, and I want you to understand why I do this.. for us and so that no one else is taken advantage of by Gregory ever again-- and if I have a chance to serve in a capability that I am able to? I will be happy and content, even more so if I can have my cake and eat it too."

The cake being Liam.

"Who knows, we can have Lord of the Rings roleplay sex..." because ultimately they were both nerds who had read many books in their life. "I can be your Elf Prince." a quirk to his lips, then another kiss to that bearded jawline.

[giveanything]

Liam did hate the idea of being the reason for Riley's fall, but also he would be there to catch him and make sure the landing was soft and attended with love, if that was what it came to. His angel come to earth, so achingly human that it made Liam breathless in the beauty of it. Riley had cautioned him not to place him on a pedestal, and he would not, but he would also not devalue that nobility and that clear desire in the other man to help others. The best of humanity, really, for all its flaws and shortcomings, was that desire to simply do good for other people.

And he doubted even an influx of Fae blood or magic could shake that foundational human part of his Riley.

Also Riley was still playing unfair with the sweet, tender touches. Liam had no defense against it. "I want to throw a tantrum and forbid you from even thinking about it. Maybe break a glass even." At least he was honest, but there was a resigned sigh and a smile as he leaned up to press a kiss to Riley's temple. "I'm with you. If you want this, I understand why. And I trust you to know what is right for you. And for us."

A flicker of his eyes to Ducky who was trying to look like he was not eavesdropping, wiping the same spot on the counter which had been clean to start with and was now extra clean. The Fae king just smiled at Liam with a shrug of his shoulders. Fate was funny, Liam Leary.

Liam's attention swung back to Riley abruptly and he choked on a laugh. "Oh my god you huge sexy nerd. ...but yeah, we could do that. Riley Undómiel."

[eblouissant]

A smile managed to tug at the edge of Riley's lips and then he very carefully drew up that hand so he could press a kiss to the back of it, not caring if he was a little bit sappy around Ducky; the other man had created a safe spot for them. "Then it is a deal... and I will accept, because you know I cannot resist doing good for others, no matter what."

His calling was still there.

It just had metamorphosed like a cocoon into a glorious butterfly.

He then turned to give Ducky a nod of assent. "Then I accept your offer of protection, and in turn I will lend you my aid whenever you have need of it." he had accepted his role as Knight of Eladan.

[giveanything]

There was Riley being tender and romantic again. Liam continued to be defenseless against it. Sappy indeed, but Liam unabashedly loved it. It was still new and still hard to believe it was really okay for him to have this, but it was comfortable too, everything about being with Riley -- even if the other man was going to give him gray hairs worrying about him. Damn heroes, always so noble and selfless and magnets for danger.

But it was also who Riley was, and Liam wouldn't ask him to change a single fraction of himself. Liam did however look at Declan with a level, steady gaze. If Ducky was playing games, he'd rain hellfire down on the fae court if he had to. But he truly didn't think he was.

Ducky looked over as Riley addressed him, a smile brightening his features, warm and welcoming but with a weight to it, a solemnity that was somehow not divorced at all from the joy that seemed to radiate off the Seelie monarch most days. "Good. This path was meant for you, I think, and I am honored to be the one to invite you to walk it."

With a nod, Ducky set aside the cloth, wiped his hands on his trousers and then inclined his head towards the back of the cafe. "There is, as there always is, some ceremony to this to effect it. Will you come with me now? The both of you, as it is best to have this witnessed. In fact..." In a completely anachronous juxtaposition, the ancient fae man slipped his phone from his pocket and shot off a quick text to his neighbor.

'To His Majesty Nyx Vensalor, Monarch of the Unseelie Court, Lord and Master of the Shadows - Declan Eladan, Lord of the Seelie Court begs your presence to bear witness to the naming of a Champion of his Court, as is right and proper: thrice witnessed, thrice acknowledged, thrice blessed and once and for all bound.

Bring your warlock please. I have the third witness on hand. Meet us in the Borderland Glen at your earliest convenience. Refreshments to follow the ceremony.

[eblouissant]

This was quite a bit more ceremony than he thought he would get, so he sort of cast Liam a look. There wasn't fear in his eyes but just an unprepared for this level of pomp and ceremony; this felt formal and almost like a wedding but it was not precisely a wedding.

"So this is like a knighting ceremony then?"

He would've done anything at this point in gratitude for the trust that Declan displayed toward him, and he could vibe with a ceremony. "And .. now?" he said this with a tilt to his head. "Are you not working?" he had to think about it for a moment; The Teabog was not terribly crowded but there were still people spotting at places randomly within the Coffee Shop.

--

A response was received rather quickly.

To Declan Eladan, Lord of the Seelie Court; as per standard procedures both myself and my Warlock are not otherwise occupied and shall meet you at the time of the Night's Transition to Dawn when your Court is at it's waxing power. As to be witnessed by myself as well as my own Champion.

Because Graham was totally Nyx's champion.

[teabog]

Riley was not prepared at all. There was a dresscode even, and not one that Ducky was disclosing, so he'd clearly take care of that for everyone invited. Fae King prerogative.

He glanced up at Riley's question, eyes twinkling. "Of a sort, yes. Very similar to that, though with perhaps a bit more magic than you would expect in human tradition." He shook his head and gestured around. "I could have a barista here to takeover without much trouble."

There was always some retainer or another nearby. Or the various human college kids he employed. But as his phone rang, he looked down. "Ah, it would seem our other witnesses will meet us in the Glen at dawn, so we have some time yet."