A Rebirth Beneath the Mask

April 24, 2018

Appearance:

Name: Fell Asgeir

Age: 27

Family:

- Faery mother (deceased)

- Human father (missing)

Profession: Medic to both humans and supernatural creatures; alchemist

Likes: flying on airships, cooking, games of any sort, helping people however he can

Dislikes: cruel or mean people, when he can’t help someone, losing at games

Personality: Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that Fell is the kindest, gentlest man in existence. It’s part of his nature to be easy-going and sweet, though sometimes people take advantage of this. More than once Fell had done favors for neighbors or “friends” in an attempt to help them out only to realize they were completely using him. For as many times as he’s been burned he still does his best to help others as much as he can. He doesn’t like to think he’s naive or gullible, but his actions often say otherwise. However, he’s learning to stand up for himself and defend himself in this unforgiving world regardless of how hard that may be.

Background: Fell was born to a faery mother and human father, which meant he was sometimes met with scorn and sometimes welcomed with open arms. Both of his parents were loving and did their best to give him the life they thought he deserved. Unfortunately, his mother died when he was a teenager, but she instilled in him her ideals of treating everyone kindly. She helped him hone his abilities to create powerful healing toxins, and he took his abilities along with his mother’s ideals to study medicine. He found a special interest in supernatural creatures and has a soft spot for them so he goes out of his way to help them. They tend to be nicer to him than humans once they learn the truth of his heritage thus he naturally prefers them, though he ultimately decided to reside closer to humans because of his father. His father, however, went missing not even four years ago. While Fell has friends he’s mostly alone in this world and often relies on his patients for socializing.

Extra info:

- Fell's eyes are a bright purple, courtesy of his mother's genes. They shine brightly in the darkness, which he doesn't mind but it helps little if he wants to keep his heritage a secret from humans.

- As Fell grew so did his wings. When he was only a teenager he developed a serum that he could rub on his back so his wings would lay flat against his skin, looking much like tattoos. There's rarely a time he keeps his wings out.

Where had the time gone? Fell had just finished with his last patient, the sick young daughter of a faery couple, when he managed to glance at the clock mounted on the wall. Somehow his day was again taken away by the ill and injured, not that he minded. Helping others was his passion. He was put on this earth to help and heal, and Fell took that job seriously. Unfortunately, the dedication he held for his profession left little room for a personal life. Up until recently his father had always asked him about when he’d settle down or when he’d make time for friends. Fell would always reply with “Soon, father. Any day now.” Memories began to build within Fell’s mind, but he quickly pushed them down. Those days of teasing and laughing with his father were over now.

Fell cleared his throat if only to stop the rising sob. The pain of his missing father still resided in his heart even after four years. It was as if the man had simply vanished, like he was never there to begin with. No one had been able to solve the mystery, and though Fell hadn’t given up the search nor hope he had little results to show for his efforts. At this point all he could do was distract himself with work, which was fine. Seeing the smiles on his patients' faces drove him to continue doing what he loved. He couldn’t allow himself to give into the pain and worry and concern when there were people who needed him.

After a quick glance at his patients list and a glance around his office, Fell began to pack his things. He’d give this particular office one more week or so before abandoning it for a new location. Fell was well known in both the human realm and supernatural realm for his medical practices. Some humans, however, who knew of his mixed blood would often attempt to destroy the buildings where he kept his practice. Burning seemed to be their favorite means of destroying, but his offices would sometimes be ransacked, his equipment broken, his medicines tossed all over the ground… He learned then that the only option was to continuously change locations. Most of the supernatural beings easily found him, but the humans had less luck. It hurt him to know that these poor people couldn’t always reach him for help, but this was what it had come down to. Humans weren’t always the most understanding creatures.

Sadly their numbers were growing while those in the supernatural realm seemed to be slowly fading away. Fell loved the advancements in steam technology; life was easier and overall better, however these new luxuries came at a heavy cost. Magick was declining, pushed to the wayside by this new steam revolution. Nonhumans suffered from it, and Fell was even noticing the growing difficulty in finding certain special herbs for medicine. As much as he wanted to help how could he? How could one man even think to stop the progression of a nation in order to maintain the progress of another?

“Done. Finally…” Fell only just realized it had been hours since he’d eaten. With his equipment stored away and his supplies safely placed in his bag, Fell was ready to leave. Thankfully he didn’t have to go far for food. There was a bar two buildings down and the barkeep liked to give Fell a discount on his food. After the doctor saved the life of his only son, the barkeep was more than willing to help out Fell in any way he could.

The night was chillier than Fell thought it would be. Gusts of wind flew around the doctor as he closed the door to his office behind him. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, looking around at the mostly bare street. It was odd to see this area so unlively for this time of night, but perhaps the coming cold drove people to the warmth of their homes. The wind picked up a bit as Fell began to make his way towards the bar. Perhaps it would be best to go home and make his own food rather than risk the weather turning for the worse.

The sound of thunder and a strike of lightning made the decision for him. He instantly headed home to his little house on the outskirts of a mystical forest that he often ran away into for both peace and medicinal herbs. A large body of water wasn’t far off, and Fell was well aware of the mysticism of that resided there. Combined with the high magick of the forest this whole area was a breeding ground for supernatural occurrences, which included both good and bad things. The water was particularly dangerous. Fell did his best to keep people from going near it, telling them stories of the countless people who drowned, but he could only help so much. Besides, he was quite fond the mysterious creatures who lived in the water and didn’t want to impede their fun too much. One creature in particular, a certain kelpie, would often catch his attention, but Fell never approached it. Perhaps it was nerves or perhaps he enjoyed just watching the majestic being in his natural habitat, but Fell never went near him. Better to stay that way, probably….

Another thunderous roar caught Fell’s attention. He pulled himself from his thoughts and placed his things in his house, though decided he quickly wanted to gather some herbs before the coming storm. He was running low on his stock and the night would be dull if he had nothing to work on. As fast as he could Fell began to gather up herbs around his home, hoping he wouldn’t get stuck in the rain.

April 24, 2018

Water form

Land form

Human form

Name: Baz

Age: Unknown

Family: None

Likes: Water, music, storms

Dislikes: Large groups, iron, machines

It burns! Burns! BURNS! Screaming in pain, he thrashes in mindless fury in the place that is supposed to be his home. Unfeeling of the additional pain, Baz crashes into the earthen bottom of his lake, and various stone and earth walls as he seeks to escape teh fire that seems to be attacking him inside and out. He had noticed a small amount of waste from the humans leaking into his lake in the past, runoff from other areas and pollution in the very earth and water itself saw to that, but all of a sudden it was if the water of his home had turned against him.

In the distant recesses of his mind he wonders what is going on. Why has the water of his birth and life suddenly turned against him and causing him pain? It had come on suddenly, at first it was a sense of wrongness and then suddenly it was as though he were in a lake of fire being burned alive.

Eventually he reaches the edge of his lake and bursts from the water with a loud wailing scream filled with pain, anger, and despair. Dragging himself from the water it is clear that there's something wrong as his flesh looks like it has been stripped away and burned, bloody foam surrounds his mouth and nostrils, and his eyes well... They almost look as though they might just turn to liquid and melt right out.

With labored and heaving breaths, the kelpie manages to get far enough out of the water to gain four hooves and dredge a little further. However, his labors come with a cost as the agony flares and pieces of him are left behind in a blood soaked trail despite the few meager yards he covers. Soon, the once proud and glorious creature falls with a pain filled scream that gets chocked off from the breath rushing out from the pain at hitting the ground. Wheezing, he stares unseeingly into the forest as he thankfully rushes into the black depths of unconsciousness.

Unknown to the kelpie, humans covered in gleaming and leather gear are leaving from the opposite edge of his lake, near the river that feeds into it, having just finished setting up the new waste pipe that empties into the river. The waste not only has various chemicals and human waste in it, but also various metals including iron, that which is most anathema to the Fae. The humans rush off as quickly as they can once they start hearing the screams as the legends and stories surrounding the lake begin to seem all too real.

April 25, 2018

Fell had nearly finished gathering his herbs when he heard horrendous, frightful wail off in the distance. He gasped and quickly turned, scanning the area for the source of the sound. At first there was nothing in the darkness, but soon enough something emerged from the depths of the water. “Oh no….” Fell didn’t realize he said anything as he was watched in shock as the agonized kelpie crawled it’s way onto land, it's skin bleeding and tearing with each step it took. It eventually collapsed, and that was when Fell’s body finally jumped into action. He ran to the creature and bent down only to see his nightmare come true.

This wasn’t just any kelpie; it was his kelpie. Not that Fell dared to lay claim to any fae or being, but this was the kelpie he had admired for so long. This was the kelpie that he would watch day in and day out, hypnotized by his beauty and majesty. There wasn’t a creature that existed that wasn’t incredible, but this kelpie… This one was special. He was unlike any of the other kelpies Fell had seen, though if asked the medic would be unable to explain why this one was so different. This beautiful creature had a charm, a mysticism, a somethingto him that would capture Fell’s thoughts for hours on end.

And now he was suffering. Now he was dying right in front of Fell, and it took every ounce of willpower to stay composed. It was the only way he could help this being he so strongly admired. “You’ll be okay,” he whispered to him, uncaring that the kelpie had already passed out. Fell liked to believe that sometimes those who were unconscious could still hear the wishes and words of the ones around them. “I’m going to take care of you so stay strong. Don’t die on me, okay? I’ll help you.”

Rain fell in curtains around them; the storm had finally come. This was beneficial though. Hopefully the clean water of the earth could rinse off whatever it was that was sticking to the kelpie’s body. Fell had a few ideas of what could cause something like this. Metals, particularly iron, would be the obvious answer, but even then the severity of these injuries were even grander than just the usual harmful effects of metal. There was more to this and Fell would figure it out soon… For now, he needed to work on helping the kelpie’s body heal.

Fell ran inside and grabbed a large blanket; not large enough to carry a kelpie in land form of this one’s size, but it would have to do. He ran back outside, slipping on the damp grass as rushed to the kelpie’s side. It took a lot of effort; Fell was small and this kelpie was large enough for more than one person to ride, but he managed to scoot the kelpie onto the blanket and dragged him inside the safety of his house. The kelpie took up nearly the entire living room, but it didn’t matter. Fell immediately got to work gathering his healing serums, herbs, needles, tonics, whatever he thought would help.

Hours had passed with Fell working tirelessly to help this poor being. By the end of it he was covered in the kelpie’s blood and parts of his skin that practically melted off. From nearly beginning to end Fell whispered gently to the kelpie, hoping he could hear him enough in his unconscious state to ease any anxieties. Unfortunately, even though he was unconscious Fell knew the kelpie wouldn’t find peace from this immense amount of pain. The creature would jerk, let out soft whines, shake, tremble, and kick from the burning pain consuming his body. Fell did the best he could. He found his serums made specifically for treatment of metal burns and carefully rubbed it on the kelpie’s body, though only after he had washed him to try to get most of the random poisons off. He then laid small, thin towels covered in another special healing serum, one that both healed broken flesh and acted as a painkiller, all along the creatures body. He wrapped bandages around the kelpie’s body where he hadn’t placed towels to stop the bleeding. Finally, he injected the kelpie with a tonic that would fight against the metals the poor thing no doubt swallowed. Normally, this would be the end, but Fell still had more work to do. Fell was unsure exactly what was mixed with these horrible metals to create such a terrible toxin. He had taken a few blood and skin samples from the kelpie in order to examine them and hopefully find out exactly was destroying this creature’s body.

“Don’t worry, my friend. I’ll figure this out. Okay? Trust me.”

April 26, 2018

Baz distantly feels himself being moved and can hear a voice talking to him, but can't understand what it's saying. The only things that register is the pain and blissful nothingness. Slowly though, oh so slowly, the kelpie can feel the pain being to recede. Finally, the pain becomes manageable enough to where it isn't immediately overwhelming and sending him off to the oblivious of unconsciousness. Not too say he doesn't still feel pain, oh no, his body feels as though shards of glass are grinding into his flesh and organs. However, it is no longer the overwhelming sense of being eaten alive by fire or acid.

Faintly recalling a voice telling him to 'not worry' and 'trust me', the kelpie slowly begins to open his eyes to take his first look at where he is and just who this supposed rescuer is. At first the room is nothing but a blur which causes Baz to worry that his eyes are damaged beyond his ability to recover from. This is soon revealed to be untrue as the room slowly comes into focus. Where am I? He finally thinks to himself while looking around the room he is in. It is clearly no bedroom or barn, but inside someone's home nonetheless.

Slowly and carefully the kelpie tries to raise his head to get a better look at his surroundings. This immediately causes a spike in the pain and stops that attempt before he can go much further than a few inches off the ground. The smell of healing solutions and herbs finally reaches his nose after the tide of pain recedes, and he is able to angle his head enough to see all the coverings on his body. Who? And how did they find me? It's not as though the kelpie lives in the most friendly of areas, what with it being one of the few areas that has a high population of Fae, but he doesn't know anyone that would be willing or capable to heal him.

Exhausted from his brief and, laughable, expenditure of energy the kelpie lets his head falls back to the floor. Breathing heavily he looks around and tries to figure out just who has cared for him. Even as he tries to sense if anyone is home, he longs to go back to his own. The comforts and joys of his lake, despite the waters having suddenly seeming to have turned against him, have not lessened. A kelpie belongs in water after all. Even though they can be on land, their true home and place is in their lake or river.

Baz lets out a low keen of yearning and sadness. A rare expression of emotion from him, or any of the fair folk, but who would not were they in his position? As quick and deep as the sadness is, soon a deep rage and anger takes hold. He will find who poisoned his home and turned it against him. He will find them and decorate his home with their bones after feasting upon their flesh. Their bones will serve as both bed and warning to any who dare to think that he will go quietly to his death or allow his home to be taken so easily for them. Whoever they are, they shall rue the day that they started this war.

So entrenched in his thoughts and anger, he forgets to keep a lookout for whomever has tended him and has housed him for however long the kelpie has been under their care.

April 26, 2018

Two days had passed since Fell found the poor, broken, bleeding kelpie. If he were being honest, Fell didn’t expect him to make it. His wounds were the most severe the doctor had ever seen, and though he had managed to flush out most of the poison in the kelpie’s system he was sure that enough remained that could potentially kill the helpless creature. The odds were against him, but somehow the kelpie pulled through. Fell was both proud and shocked, and his admiration for this being grew. His recovery would be rough, but at least he would recover. That was all that mattered.

In the meantime Fell had been extremely busy his usual patients, the kelpie, and trying to figure out what exactly lead to this tragedy. The good thing about living near a thriving city was that people loved to talk. It took less than a day for Fell to find out that a new drainage pipe had been installed in the lake by his home. All kinds of things flowed through that pipe, things even Fell would probably have trouble identifying. The steam revolution was an incredible thing, but as it progressed Fell wondered if "incredible" was the right word. The cost was too high especially if humans were so careless as to just toss dangerous chemicals and metals down a pipe without considering the consequences.

The day wasn't over when Fell was finished with his patients. When he made it back home he took a sample of the water and found all kinds of bacteria and toxins that didn’t belong. His heart grew heavy as he thought about all of the wildlife and fae that were now destroyed because of this. This kelpie wasn’t the only victim out there… Guilt began to consume Fell at his inability to help, but it was interrupted by a sound. His ears perked up as he thought he heard the kelpie stir. He rushed to the living room, seeing the kelpie attempt to move around.

“Oh! No, no, try not to move,” he said gently, kneeling down next to the creature’s head so it could see exactly who was talking. “You need to take the time to gather your strength back, okay? Just relax as best as you can. I know you’re in pain, but do your best to take it easy.” With that Fell stood and left for a few moments, but came back quickly enough carrying a bucket and a small washcloth. He knelt again by the kelpie’s head and gently dabbed it with the wet towel. The water was comprised of special herbs to bring down fevers while the scent had a strong calming effect.

“You’re a strong one,” Fell told the kelpie, unsure just how much the newly awakened creature could hear. “The injuries you sustained should have killed you, yet here you are. And awake in only two days? You’re a fighter.” There was so much he wanted to tell the other. He wanted to warn him that he couldn’t go in the water anymore. He wanted to tell him that eating would probably prove too difficult, but that there were ways of dealing with that. He wanted to ask him if there were particular parts of his body that were in more pain than others. There was so much to talk about, but Fell didn’t want to overwhelm the kelpie. The trauma he was undergoing from such a horrendous event was stressful enough; the last think the kelpie needed was an annoying man chatting his ear off.

Still it was necessary to see just how awake and able the kelpie was. “My name is Fell. I’m a medic, and I’ve been taking care of you these past two days. If you’re able to, can you tell me your name? It’s okay if you can’t speak right now. Don’t force yourself.” Fell started to dab at the kelpie’s neck and chest with the cloth. The poor thing was burning up. The risk of illness and infection was high right now, and Fell was working hard to keep the fever down so the kelpie wouldn’t suffer so much.

“I’m going to make you better so you don’t have to worry. When you’re feeling better I can tell you exactly what happened to you, okay? But before any of that I want you to take it easy and rest.”

April 26, 2018

Two days? That's it? The kelpie can hardly believe that's all the time he has been out for. He had expected it to be at least a week. Despite that he's still in pain and clearly recovering as evidenced by his inability to even really move. When the other starts to talk to him about his wounds, he gives a snort which he immediately regrets. Of course I could have died. It felt as though I was. He thinks to himself while still managing to give the other a weak glare.

He does preen slightly under the praise despite his irritation though. A fighter indeed, though soon he will become a hunter to get those who have hurt him. Despite his intentions of trying to get more information from the one taking care of him, this 'Fell'. Baz feels his energy leaving him and soon he is once more unconscious. Just before all goes black he has one last thought of wishing he was sleeping in his lake. The next few days are much the same as the kelpie finds himself going through periods of being awake and asleep, though he is uncertain how much of his time awake is that or a fever induced dream.

Sometimes the kelpie wakes up thrashing and screaming thinking that he is once more being eaten alive by whatever poison infused his lake waters. Those days are the hardest as adrenaline gets him nearly to his feet, and one occasion all the way up, causing his wounds to reopen or worsen until he is either sedated or passes out once more. After five days however, the kelpie manages to sleep through the night peacefully and seems to be beyond the worst. When he wakes, Baz's eyes are clear though weary.

Slowly, he blinks as he once again takes in his surroundings while slowly waking up and gaining coherence. Once awake, fragments and memories begin to trickle in until he can remember where he is and what must have happened. Glancing around he can see signs of his fever induced panic and rage which causes a slight twinge of guilt as the thought that Baz may have hurt the doctor trying to help him.

Carefully and gradually, he rights himself so that he's no longer laying on his side. Lifting his head, the kelpie takes in a slow deep breath to see if the male doctor is home. While the other's scent lingers, it is clear that Fell is not home. Despite it taking the better part of an hour, the kelpie manages to get up on to his feet and plods to a nearby window to see where he is. Upon spotting the familiar surroundings Baz feels a sharp stab of longing and homesickness, yet he knows that if he were to return now that he most likely wouldn't survive another dousing.

Turning away, head slumped, Baz decides to wait for the doctor to return. Everything still hurts. He thinks, though it is more of an ache now.

April 27, 2018

“Are you alright?”

For the first time in his practice, the patient was more concerned for Fell than Fell was for her. He looked up from his notepad, blinking at her in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

The young human woman gave Fell a gentle smile as she reached out and rested a hand on his knee. “If the doctor is busy taking care of us, then who takes care of the doctor? You’re exhausted. You’ve asked me the same question three times already. I’m sure those dark circles under your eyes aren’t for looks. Plus you seem a bit unorganized, which is unlike you.”

“Gee, thanks for your kind words.”

“I’m serious, doctor.”

“It’s nothing,” Fell said abruptly, startling the young woman. He instantly regretted snapping at her and muttered an apology before giving her a soft smile. “I just haven’t been sleeping well lately. Stress and all. You understand.”

Thankfully, the woman did understand. She let the topic go, received her medicine, and left. She was the last patient of the day and Fell couldn’t be more relieved. His new roommate was suffering more and more, waking up in horrid rages and terror, which meant Fell worked deep into the night to close his reopened wounds and mix herbs to try and calm him. It was too dangerous to use any kind of anesthetic; the already weakened kelpie couldn’t handle anything forcing his body to shut down. On top of his lack of sleep, Fell would have to take time to treat the wounds given to him by the kelpie. Fell would always manage to get away before the kelpie could do him too much damage, but now his arms, legs, and stomach were covered in sealants, serums, and bandages.

Even so, Fell wasn’t upset. On the contrary he was happy to see the creature gain more and more strength every single day. He was still weak and it take a long time for him to recover all of his strength especially if he continued to re-open his wounds, but he would make it. That was all that mattered to Fell. The sleepless nights and bruises and bites were all worth it if it meant his kelpie was recovering.

Fell quickly gathered his things and headed back home. The entire way there he thought about his kelpie. Even unconscious the poor thing was in pain and suffering so much. While Fell was pleased with the strength his body carried when he went into his rage, he wasn’t pleased that it was induced by both pain and nightmares. At this point it seemed like Fell’s usual herbs and serums did little to help ease the fever dreams. He would have to create something different, something more potent that wouldn’t impede the kelpie’s recovery. It would be difficult to create something for this very specific purpose, but Fell was up for the challenge.

As he walked along Fell took note of various new steam powered machines. At the moment he couldn’t feel proud of the progression of humans. All he could feel was resentment. He resented them for forcing this poor kelpie out of his home and into a tiny space that was hardly livable for him, for torturing him, for destroying the place he loved. On top of that, there were plenty of other helpless creatures that Fell wasn’t able to get to in time. They died because of these inconsiderate people, and he felt guilty for his inability to do anything about it.

At least he managed to save one though, and it just so happened to be the one he cared about the most. With his thoughts on the new medicine he planned to create for the kelpie, Fell opened the door to his house and stepped inside. He stopped short when he saw the kelpie awake and even standing. His tired mind was unable to register what exactly this meant, but his reason soon caught up with him and he dropped his bag in a panic, readying himself to try to prevent the kelpie from thrashing about and re-opening his wounds. Again, his mind was too slow to register much of anything, but he thankfully realized quickly enough that the kelpie was simply standing there and nothing more.

“You’re… Awake?” he asked, only noticing how dumb he sounded once the words left his mouth. Oddly enough Fell was unsure of what to say to the creature now that it seemed he was able-minded. He stuttered a few times before deciding it best to just rely on the words of a (hopefully) trusted doctor. “I’m sure you’re feeling terrible, but if you can speak can you tell me how much pain you’re in right now? Don’t force yourself if you can’t speak, okay?” A smile came to Fell’s face as the situation truly dawned on him. “I’m so happy you’re awake. Oh, you probably don’t recognize me. I’m Fell, a doctor. I’ve been taking care of you.”

April 27, 2018

Baz just stares at the other and briefly considers rolling his eyes. Clearly he's awake. Still, he can't fault the other too much since he can only imagine how many times the kelpie has lashed out while in the fevered state. When the other continues though, he finally gives in and snorts, a hoof stomping on the ground while tossing his head as he rolls his eyes. Powers that be! Of course I recognize you! He thinks, though in the back part of his mind he admits to having forgotten the doctor's name. Not that anyone could really blame him.

Staring down at the other male, the kelpie shifts to his human form, which on reflection, may not have been the wisest course of action as he sways unsteadily for a moment. Shaking his head slowly, the now human-shaped kelpie glares at the other. "Of course I'm in pain and feel horrible, but that doesn't mean I can't speak. It's not as though my throat was ripped out." That's happened before and it was a very unpleasant experience to say the least. Sniffing, he turns his head to give the other the stink eye out of the corner of his eye before continuing. "And while I wasn't in my right state most of the time, I do recognize you. Hard not to when most of my recent memories center around you hovering over me."

The kelpie is clearly short-tempered and grouchy, though again no one could blame him considering even in human-form he looks very rough. After his little outburst, Baz sways again as he starts to feel lightheaded and his vision fades slightly. Despite his injured status, he still manages to somehow look graceful as he all but drops to the floor in a seated position to keep himself from falling over. While the doctor's serums and care has taken care of the injuries themselves, they have done nothing to replenish his energy stores as he heals.

Hungry. The thought and feeling persists despite his inability to really fulfill his hunger. Especially since he is honor bound to not harm the one who has been seeing to his care. Plus he is pretty sure that this is the Fae doctor that he's heard rumors of and it wouldn't be worth the repercussions if did eat the other. "Not that it would be a very satisfying meal." He mutters to himself. Eating flesh just isn't the same above water, or at least to him anyways.

Deciding to finally answer the doctor's original question he waves a tired hand. "I'm sore all over, my joints particularly ache though I'm glad that my eyes weren't as damaged as I thought, everything pretty much hurts in that deep throbbing way but no real sharp pains anywhere. Other than that I am mostly tired and hungry." And furious. He thinks to himself, but decides to not voice it aloud as it's not as though the other had anything to do with what caused his injuries nor could do anything to assist him with righting the wrong he and many others have endured by the hands of humans.

May 1, 2018

Fell didn’t pay much mind to the kelpie’s sore attitude. If were in the creature’s position he wouldn’t have the most pleasant demeanor either. It was possible this was just the kelpie’s nature, but regardless Fell didn’t care too much. As a doctor he had become acquainted with all kinds of people; not much fazed him at this point. His was a thankless job, but Fell was grateful that he had the skills to nurse his kelpie back to health. His recovery was far from over, but at least he was finally stable enough to speak and even change into his human form.

And his human form was certainly easy on the eyes. A slight blush crept onto Fell’s cheeks as he regarded the other. Handsome… he thought to himself, his lips slightly parted as he thought of how to respond to the kelpie’s words. His daze was interrupted, however, when his companion fell to the ground. A small gasp left Fell and he immediately rushed over to the kelpie’s side, kneeling beside him as he (happily) looked over his body to make sure his wounds hadn’t worsened from the attempts to move around and the fall. The bandages had loosened from the kelpie’s transformation, but thankfully it seemed that was the extent of it.

“One second,” Fell mumbled as he ran off, put together a tray of materials and made his way back to the kelpie. He was again on the floor beside him, reapplying his serums and bandages. While he worked he listened to the kelpie speak. Regardless of what the other said about his ability to talk, Fell could hear the hoarseness in his voice from not speaking for so long and probably from whatever the iron and toxins did inside of his body. Nevertheless, he was articulating well and he was hardly out of breath or seemingly exhausted from the effort to speak. Fell was impressed to say the least.

“I’m glad to know that your pain has lessened. You’ve still got a long way to go, but this is all good news.” He gently took a hold of the kelpie’s arm and applied a serum to a particularly nasty wound that hadn’t healed as quickly as the others. “I understand your hunger, however….” Fell drifted off, unsure of how to tell the kelpie that he couldn’t provide him with the flesh that he was most certainly craving. As much as Fell wanted to help this kelpie, he couldn’t sacrifice another being to do it. The humans that fell victim to him was one thing; that was the natural order of things and Fell had no problem with it, however it was an entirely different scenario providing the kelpie with people to eat. “What exactly can I feed you?” he asked, deciding it best to open up the conversation with that. “I’ve got some deer and pig meat I can give you, though I’m unsure if that will suffice.”

With that, Fell carefully lowered the other’s arm and set to work on another wound along his collarbone. Even though the wounds were still large and causing the kelpie discomfort, they were well on their way to healing. Unfortunately, these wounds were just a reminder that the lake was now destroyed, no longer suitable as a home. Fell didn’t know how much the kelpie remembered from his experience. The last thing he wanted was to be forced to deliver the bad news that the other couldn’t return home. As his fingers glided along the other's skin, covering the wound in the cooling, soft scented serum, Fell looked at the other with sympathy and sadness. “Do you remember what all happened to you? I can tell you if you need me to, but… But if you do remember, then the least I can do is offer you a place to stay.” Fell couldn’t imagine what it was like to lose his home… For whatever reason, he had spent a long time admiring this particular kelpie and he couldn’t fight the desire to help him out in any way he could.

Fell finished with the wound on the kelpie’s collarbone and moved on to his leg, carefully stretching it out so he could see if the kelpie’s transformation caused anymore damage. Fell was sure the kelpie was annoyed with his poking, prodding, and touching, but his concern wouldn't let him leave the poor thing untreated. Eventually he would ask for a full examination to make sure the kelpie was truly on the path to recovery, but perhaps waiting until the other’s mood lightened was a better plan. “Will you tell me your name?” Fell asked quietly. Even if the kelpie refused his offer to stay with him, then he would at least know the name of the being he had watched and admired for so long.

May 1, 2018

When the doctor comes over and begins checking him over, the kelpie catches a whiff of something. Sniffing, he leans towards the other male and raises an eyebrow as the interest coming off the other seems to be increasing. Unsure of what to do with the information, he sits back and watches Fell as he pokes and prods. Objectively the other is cute, and the kelpie wouldn't be opposed to a romp once well enough, but is unsure if that is the sort of interest the other is giving off. After all, not many can say they have met and touched a kelpie then lived to tell about it.

Not that the kelpie can really eat the other. He has no lake anymore first of all, but he also owes a debt to the doctor. Not too mention that Fell is the only Fae doctor in the area. Perhaps anywhere. Baz thinks to himself. Which means that even if he was able to tempt the other to try and get on his horse form, he wouldn't allow the other to get on as the repercussions of killing the doctor would be far too severe.

At the question of what he can eat, he snorts again and rolls his eyes. "Right now heavy foods would most likely be too much, but I have no dietary restraints. A stew or soup with whatever meat you feel like sharing will suffice, though I do need water as well." He is a water-based creature after all. He needs his element to assist with the healing process. As far as the offer of staying with the doctor, Baz has to think about that. "I shall think upon your offer Healer." He sighs before nodding slightly. "I remember what happened, but I don't know why." The kelpie admits though he knows humans are the cause of it.

At being asked his name, he looks at the other silently and weighs the other's worth. Despite the other's assistance, names are powerful things. "I will not give you my true name, but you may call me Baz." It is a nickname derived from his true name and the closest he is willing to go currently. After the other is done checking him over, the kelpie lets out a heavy yawn. "Wake me when food is ready." He murmurs while settling back down on the floor, his eyes drifting closed.

With that the kelpie is once more unconscious as his body continues to try and heal the damage done to it. Still, food and liquid are necessary for further healing at this point. As the food is being cooked the kelpie stirs and almost seems to waken several times as he sniffs at the air. When the food is done, and he is woken, the kelpie eagerly dives into the food and eats a fair amount as well as drinking whatever Fell gives him. Once satisfied, though careful to not overeat, the kelpie begins to fade again as his body continues to need rest to heal and now has more energy to put towards it. Come morning Baz looks visibly improved though clearly still healing, but is awake and more aware when Fell checks on him the next day.

May 1, 2018

Baz… Fell nodded at the other’s name, smiling softly as his secretiveness. Fell was too young to have any recollection of the ways of old, but Baz gave off a strange nostalgia. Humans and Fae alike had all moved on from the old way of living. They disregarded traditions, referred to amazing miracles and events as lore and myth, and fell victim to creatures like kelpies all because they no longer understood what survival meant. Fell was a relatively good example of how times had changed. The young fae believed in progress and change, and he used to laugh at his mother for continuing old faery rituals that he thought were useless. He regretted that now. Progress had let him down. Progress destroyed this poor kelpie’s home and it was times like these that Fell found himself going back to the old rites and stories in order to feel at home. Maybe Baz was old enough that he saw the errors of the new way of living. Maybe if everyone had listened to beings like him, then they wouldn’t be destroying both the earth and fae alike.

“It’s nice to truly meet you, Baz.” The other was already asleep by the time Fell spoke. He passed the time cooking, feeding both himself and Baz, and double checking his wounds now that he was in a different form. Once the kelpie had fallen asleep for the night Fell set to work on making tonics Baz could drink now that he was stable. His healing would quicken with these tonics running through his body. Aside from that he also examined the lake water, still trying to think of ways that he could clean it or at least dilute the poisons enough that they were no longer a threat. The best option would be to deal with that damned pipe, but Fell was neither strong enough nor persuasive enough in the human community to address the situation in such a way.

Before Fell knew it morning had come. Once again, he hadn’t slept, but he refused to let his lack of sleep get in the way of his patients. However, his exhaustion was catching up to him. He stumbled to the living room and looked down at Baz. He briefly thought to himself that he’d have to set up the guest room for his new companion, though his mind instantly scattered again. He staggered towards the kelpie, intending again to check his wounds and wake him so he give him his new tonics, but he didn’t make it. He fell over, luckily falling onto the couch as his body shut down on him. He was finally getting the sleep he so desperately needed, but when he woke up he was more than unhappy.

It was dark outside. He had slept from morning to night and in his panicked realization he jumped up only to fall to knees. His body was still tired and wasn’t ready for him to act to brashly. “No… My patients…” He’d neglected them all day. All he could think about were the poor sick and injured people who came to his office seeking help only to find nothing. And Baz… He’d neglected Baz all day too. He ignored the one who needed him the most. Guilt ate at his heart and he again attempted to stand so he could get all he needed to take care of the kelpie when he felt something unusual on his body.

A faery’s wings shouldn’t be described as unusual, but they were to Fell. Unlike most faeries he rarely saw his wings. His human patients seemed uncomfortable around him when he had his wings out so he’d gotten into the habit of applying a special serum to his back along with reciting an incantation of old (something he had learned from his mother for his protection) in order to hide them. They would shrink and attach directly to his skin, looking like tattoos more so than actual wings. Some time during the night his serum and incantation wore off and his wings emerged. It had been a while since he’d gotten a good look at them. He’d almost forgotten what they looked like... Iridescent and shimmering, big enough to envelop his body, peppered with little moon-like designs, sharply tipped at the top and gently curved at the end, and with a black starburst that began at his back and exploded out in the wings creating a stark contrast to their pearl-like color.

He lightly ran his fingers across one, fascinated by the feel of it. For a moment he was struck by how fragile they were… So soft and delicate. It was as if they would fall apart if he pressed too roughly on them, much like how Baz was when he first brought him to his home.

Baz… “Oh! Baz, I…I... ” Fell’s head was splitting and he again collapsed to his knees. How the hell was he was supposed to care for Baz like this?

May 2, 2018

After having eaten and rested through the night, Baz woke feeling much improved. No, he wasn't fully healed yet and wouldn't be for a few more days, but he didn't need the other to hover over him all the time now. Standing the kelpie makes his way to the door and leaves the building heading towards his lake. As he walks he shifts back to horse form until he stands as close as he can to his former home. Twenty feet. At this point he can't even get near the edge of the water due to the stink of fumes and iron coming from his lake.

A long low whinny of longing escapes the tall and normally proud creature as a look of defeat crosses over it. His head hangs as he turns away from the waters and plods along its shores. When he comes to the pipe that is clearly leading the poison and sludge to his home, rage over takes him instead. He attacks the pipe with fury until exhausted though all he has to show for his efforts, no small part due to still recovering, are a few dents and scratches in one side. Breathing heavily the keplie sinks to the ground, still glaring at the pipe.

Eventually he regains enough energy to make his way back to where he had been recovering. Once back he shifts again to human to get back in the house and huffs at there being no food ready to eat. Finding the doctor passed out, Baz shakes his head and goes about looking through the other's cupboards and such for food. Not knowing how to cook limits what he can eat, but he finds enough to slake his hunger.

Satisfied for the time being, the kelpie lays down to nap again until close to dusk. When he notices the doctor still sleeping on the couch, he can't help but frown as he looks closely at the other and sees the signs of exhaustion. Snorting, Baz straightens but startles when the other suddenly wakes up and jumps off the couch. Snarling he moves back preparing to fight then calms down at the other seems to still be delirious. Seeing the wings catches his interest and causes him to move closer to inspect the wings.

Hearing his name causes Baz to snort once more as he looks the other. "Yes? Are you trying, perhaps, to say "I am a fool who pushed himself too far?" or perhaps "I'm a sorry excuse of a doctor who can't take care of himself?" If so, I would be hard-pressed to disagree." The kelpie states dryly. "As a doctor, and a Fae one at that, you should have known better." Tossing his head, he looks down at the other for long silent moments before heaving the other onto the couch. "Stay." He orders firmly then steps out of the house once more.

It takes him some time, but he finds a few energy restoring herbs and plucks them. Heading back he puts them into the other's hand. "I would eat them raw, but I am not sure that would work for you. Perhaps in food or as a drink." They almost look like lapis lazuli turned into flowers with a drop of dew at the middle. A very rare find, and the kelpie returned with three of them, roots and all. He had left a few to hopefully continue to grow and spread though.

With a low sigh and groan, he settles onto one end of the couch once more exhausted. Two trips out in one day is beyond him at the moment with how easily tired he gets. His stomach rumbles to let him know it wants food again, but he is too tired to rummage again, but not enough to sleep. Not just yet anyway.

May 2, 2018

“I’m not a poor excuse for a doctor. I just…” Fell’s attempt to defend himself died before it even had a chance. Baz wasn’t wrong. He had indeed pushed himself too hard, but Fell was confident in his abilities as a doctor. Not that he was displaying those abilities well… Regardless of how much he had helped Baz, if he couldn’t even take care of himself, then how could the kelpie trust him to continue to care for him? Fell had the endless determination of a human and the impenetrable pride of a fae. The two mixed in the most incredible and terrible ways. This situation was an example of the latter.

Fell kept his eyes to the floor as he felt Baz’s intense gaze upon him. He couldn’t blame the other for judging him like this. He felt small and useless under that stare, but it was his punishment for allowing himself to weaken this much. An apology was in order and just when Fell opened his mouth to give it, Baz hoisted him onto the couch and told him to stay put. The last thing Fell wanted was for his patient to care for him, but Baz didn’t pay the doctor any mind when he yelled out “wait!” Fell wanted to chase after him, but his body felt heavy. Besides, somehow he figured it wouldn’t be the wisest decision to disobey this kelpie. With a small, pitiful moan, Fell curled up on the couch as he waited for Baz to return. When Baz again walked through the door Fell expected him to have returned with herbs that would help his energy, but he never expected the special, beautiful plants that he handed over.

Fell had only ever seen these a few times in his life, and he always left them alone. Humans were hardly worthy to use them and most fae didn’t require them. The plant’s rarity and beauty always made Fell leave them be, but now here they were. Out of all the people in the world he never expected he would be using these plants on himself. “Th-thank you…” he stuttered out, grateful over Baz’s concern (or perhaps annoyance) over a little fae doctor who didn’t know when to stop.

The effort of going outside and plucking these flower seemed too much for Baz, though. He flopped onto the other end of the couch, clearly tired from this and whatever else he might have done earlier in the day. Fell smiled as the other’s stomach rumbled; perhaps he would push himself just a bit more and make the kelpie dinner. Fell silently vowed to learn his lesson some other day. Right now, Baz needed him. He swayed a bit as he stood, but didn’t say anything as he made his way to the kitchen.

The food didn’t take long to make, courtesy of his newly steam powered kitchen (though he’d refrain from mentioning such a thing for now). Since Baz seemed to be much improved, Fell decided to make him a stew with large chunks of pig’s meat. His body could handle it, and now was also a good time to give him those tonics he had prepared. In the meantime, while he cooked the pig, he mixed just a portion of one of the herbs Baz had given him into a different tonic. The effects seemed to take place as soon as his took a sip. His body felt light, his head clearer, even his attitude seemed improved.

“Your plants are incredible!” Fell called from the kitchen as he made their plates. “Thank you for sharing them with me.” He smiled as he made his way back to the living room and handed Baz his food. He sat down, adjusting awkwardly as he was unused to having to sit with his wings out. “I’ve been working on trying to find a way to clean the lake,” he said, wanting to give Baz at least an idea of why he had let himself reach such a state of exhaustion. “It’s not impossible to clean it outright, but it won’t matter unless something is done about that pipe. I know it’s no consolation, but I’m sorry this happened to you. I’ll try to talk to the humans about the damage this is doing to the environment.” Fell shrugged, knowing the other probably had absolutely no faith in humans. “Sometimes they’re reasonable. Plus I’ve helped out enough of them that maybe I can manage to convince one of the higher ups to pull some strings for me.”

May 2, 2018

Baz silently watches the other get up in response to his stomach grumbling. "You're welcome..." He finally mutters before sighing. "If you replant the roots you should be able to get at least one or two to grow with careful tending." The kelpie comments as he accepts his portion of the meal. Settling in to eat the food, he listens to the doctor's plans and barely manages to swallow his mouthful before snorting.

"There is no 'reason' to this. Humans will not stop for the sake of their 'progress'. They will continue until everything else is dead and it is too late for them to turn back and save even themselves." Baz turns to look at the other male. "Even if you were able to convince them to stop pouring their poison and filth into my lake, they will just dump it elsewhere and make others suffer. Humans do not care about the repercussions as long as it is out of sight."

Shaking and tossing his head, much like he would in his other form, his hands tense around the empty bowl. "No, I should have done much more to get as many of them onto my back as possible. I have not made nearly enough of them be my diner." He frowns slightly as he stares down into the bowl. "Although, it is not just nature they are killing. Even humans have begun to taste differently." Even the few that have been taken to his lake within the last few years he hasn't been able to fully eat due to the taste and toxins within the flesh. At that point he's pretty much disposed of the bodies off in the forest, but mostly the kelpie hasn't been eating well for some time.

"At any rate it would be a short term fix as the humans would return to polluting my lake eventually, and with this recent move I am sure that many who have helped protect the area are now gone. It is unlikely that we can provide a deterrent for much longer." His tone is finally tired and resigned, with barely any fight left in it. Oh, that doesn't mean he won't go down without some manner of retaliation. But he is resigned to the knowledge that he is likely one of the last of not only kelpies, but of Fae in general and that his kind will soon vanish entirely.

Baz eats his fill then hands the dish back to Fell. "Once I am recovered," Or as much as I'm likely to get. He thinks "I will be taking my leave." Despite knowing he will most likely die while doing it, Baz is determined to go after those responsible for destroying his home. And even though he knows it will make him sick and weaken further, the kelpie will feast on their flesh as part of their recompense then leave the bodies to be found so others will know that retribution is coming.

May 3, 2018

Fell listened to Baz’s words and wished he could change the other’s mind about humankind. Of course he’d have a bad opinion of them, that was understandable, but Fell saw beyond their shortcomings to see the good in them. Perhaps he was more sympathetic because he was part human himself, but he didn’t want Baz to carry such animosity towards the fragile creatures. In a way, Fell took it personally. He knew he shouldn’t; most fae disregarded his human side, telling him that his fae blood would always be more prominent. While he was unsure if Baz felt the same, he knew that the kelpie was only speaking his mind and he had every right to feel this way. Still, maybe Fell could change those negative thoughts of his into something brighter.

Though he’d hardly have time to do so if Baz left. Fell set the empty bowls on the ground by his feet as he instantly dived into an attempt to convince Baz to stay. “Y-you can’t leave so soon after you heal,” he started, unsure of why he was even trying. There was no real reason for Baz to stick around after he recovered, but Fell, for whatever reason, wanted to him stay. “Not that you can’t defend yourself, but you never know how humans will react to you. I know several that are accepting of fae, but it’s better to be cautious. And with the forest the way it is I don’t know if there’s anywhere else for you to go. I know you need water; I can find some! I can find some place close that’s around clean water, somewhere nearby so I can check on you.”

His wings fluttered frantically behind him, almost as frantically as the words that fell from his mouth. The doctor was unsure why he was suddenly acting so desperate--the human side of him no doubt, but he couldn’t stop himself. Perhaps it was because he was finally spending time with the kelpie he had always admired, or perhaps it was because he finally had a companion, but the very thought of Baz leaving put Fell in a panic. “I mean, I know you’re not leaving right now, but you should consider all of your options before you just run out when you’re healed. I mean, ever since I first saw you I….” Fell trailed off as he realized he said too much. He wasn’t ready for Baz to know that he used to happily watch him swim around, admiring his grace and stunning appearance. It would have been better if Baz never knew such a thing. Baz would think him insane or a stalker if he knew the truth. With a heavy sigh, Fell rested his head against the couch, his wings falling limp, covering his arms and chest. He opened his mouth to speak again, this time actually thinking about what he said before just throwing out the first thing that came to mind. “I can help you. I can help change these lands. I can help all of the fae in this area. Trust me. Just stay here, take your time, and trust me.”

It was asking a lot from Baz, especially when the two only just met. Fell was sure he was nothing to Baz, just a doctor doing his job, but Fell didn’t feel the same. Since the first time he laid eyes on him all those years ago, Fell always thought that this kelpie was special. He didn’t know what it was that drew him to this being, but he wasn’t ready to even consider losing him. For the first time in forever, Fell felt a drive to truly make a difference if only for this kelpie. He didn’t carry much faith in himself; humans didn’t like him much unless they needed his medical expertise and fae respected him, but were unsure if they could trust him to choose them over humans. Still, he could try harder than he ever had before. It was naive and silly, but he was ready to do whatever he could to help his kelpie.

May 3, 2018

Baz raises an eyebrow at the other's attempts to keep him from going off. "I may be injured, but I'm not stupid. Look at me, do I seem odd in this form?" He holds his arms out as though inviting the other to look him over as if the Fae doctor hasn't seen all of the kelpie's body as is. "I have no intention of parading myself around for capture or worse. Not that they could easily do such." Not without his bridle and that is a well guarded secret to say the least.

Scoffing and tilting his head back, the kelpie's eyes narrow as he catches what the other let slip and tries to smooth over. "First saw me? Just when did you 'first see me' and for how long?" Depending on Fell's answer the kelpie may or may not attempt to investigate the interest he'd whiffed off of the other previously. After all, unlike humans some or even most Fae enjoy others appreciating them and being spellbound by their looks. It is both a pride and vanity trait.

When the other continues to pursue the defense of humans, Baz lets out a near growl as his eyes narrow to slits. "And just how long would that take and how long would it last for? It would take far too long and be far too brief. Humans are far too focused on themselves and willingly blind themselves to the misfortune of, not only others, but even their own." Silently he stares down the smaller male and, only due to the debt he finds himself in, allows a small compromise. "You have until I am recovered to change my mind and convince me that you are able to make a significant change. If not then I will leave and do as I see fit."

It doesn't give the doctor long. Perhaps three days or so at most with how the kelpie is recovering, but for the proud and stubborn creature it is a large concession. That settled, the kelpie settles back against the couch looking more relaxed but unreadable as he goes back to his earlier questions. "Now then, back to as we were talking about... You have been watching me. For how long? And why?"

May 4, 2018

Fell was a mix of emotions as he listened to Baz speak. On the one hand he was ecstatic that Baz was giving him a chance to find a solution to this problem. It was more than he could ask for considering the other’s resentment of humans. On the other hand, however, he was embarrassed that his little slip was caught, and worse was that Baz wouldn’t let it go. Fell didn’t know what to say; how could he explain to this kelpie that he was awestruck by his beauty and power and strength? How could he possibly say that he would watch him, sometimes for hours on end, all because he found him fascinating?

Fell didn’t. Instead he picked up the empty bowls and hurried to the kitchen, muttering a quick “I need to clean these” in his wake. Of course running away never solved anything. After some time, he made his way back to Baz, carrying one of his tonics that he had made for him. “Drink this. It won’t taste too good, but it’ll help with any residual pain and to speed up the healing of your more severe wounds.” Fell sighed heavily as he sat on the couch again, as far away from Baz as he could. It took him another few moments to gather his words, but eventually he opened his mouth to speak.

“So…” Fell hesitated as he began, his eyes averted entirely so he wouldn’t have to see how harshly Baz was judging him. “I’ve lived in this house since I was born. I know these forests well and I know the creatures that reside in them well too. However… I remember when I was little I was fascinated by the water creatures. I used to try to run to the lake on my own so I could see them, but my mother would always stop me. Even so, I managed to watch from a distance and one day… Well, one day I saw you.” Fell turned his head away as he felt his cheeks burn. “I couldn’t turn away from you. My mother had to force me away, but I would always come back to look for you.”

Fell didn’t realize how hard he was breathing or exactly how his nerves sparked at each word he spoke. In a way he felt like he was confessing his love, but that was hardly the case. It wasn’t unusual for someone to find themselves hypnotized by fae, especially if that fae was a kelpie. Perhaps it was a bit stranger for a fae to become so captivated by another fae, but Fell could hardly claim he was a full-fledged faery.

“As I grew older I continued to watch you. When I would pick herbs or go on walks along the lake’s edge I would keep my eye out for you. If I’m being perfectly honest, I don’t know what is it that’s so… Enthralling about you. I don’t know why I'd become so mesmerized when you’d appear. Maybe it was your appearance that charmed me, or maybe it was the power and strength you exuded. I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that I was enraptured by you. I remember thinking to myself every now and then that I would….” He lowered his voice to barely a whisper as he finished his sentence. “That I would do anything for you.”

Fell quickly stood and walked to the other side of the room to stare out of the window. In his embarrassment he couldn’t handle being so close to Baz. What could the kelpie be thinking? Even if he was flattered he was probably weirded out by the doctor’s watchful eye on him. The more embarrassed Fell became the more his wings fluttered frantically; he had to force them to stop, though he realized he had trouble controlling them. “It’s not so strange, is it? I am half-human after all. My humanness caused me to be spellbound by you, right?” He laughed softly through his words, knowing he was looking for some reason, any reason at all, for his actions that he always imagined he’d keep to himself. His human nature probably wasn’t too far off the mark, but even Fell doubted it would cause him to follow the kelpie around for so many years. “As a fae I know better than to put myself in situations that could become dangerous, but as a human… Well, as a human I’m a bit more reckless. I don’t think fae find other fae so fascinating, but I do. I’ve found myself enamoured by other fae, but I’ve always been able to break out of their spell. You’re different. You’re special.”

Fell’s heart was pounding hard enough that he’d be surprised if Baz couldn’t hear it. He felt like it was about to explode out of his chest; it was almost painful. Even so, now that he was speaking about this he found it difficult to stop. This was the first time he was able to express his odd feelings for the kelpie aloud, and though it was embarrassing and filled him with a small sense of shame, it was cathartic as well. “When I saw you injured and in so much pain that day I felt like I was losing a good friend. I think that’s why I pushed myself so much. Not that I wouldn’t put in all of my effort to save someone, but… I just couldn’t let you die. No matter what. And I wanted so badly to help you with your home so I stayed up late to examine the water and come up with solutions. In those night hours I also developed special medicines for you. I couldn’t risk losing you.” Fell rested his forehead against the window, as he wrapped himself in both his arms and wings. “It’s just my human side falling under the spell of a fae… Right? That always happens to humans and I’m human so why should I be any different?”

May 4, 2018

Baz lets the other run away and hand him the medicine, but doesn't intend to let the other avoid answering for long. So when the doctor finally begins to answer, he drinks the serum. No, it didn't taste the best but there are worst things out there and Baz has tried some of them. As he hears Fell tell him of when the other first saw him, and why he's been a distant observer, the kelpie frowns and tilts his head in confusion.

Granted, his ego is being stroked something wonderful, but one is also confused as to the length of time Fell has dedicated to merely watching him even after having grown old enough to make his own choices. "Which of your parents does your fae blood come from?" The kelpie asks at one point wondering why that parent never assisted Fell in being part of their world. Yes, it is dangerous but so is the human world. At least with them there would be magic and more inclusion in addition to some manner of safety or resistance to glamour.

Standing up, the kelpie follows after the other. "What is odd is how susceptible to being ensnared by fae you are considering you are one yourself." Stopping nearly pressed against the other, he leans down to sniff at the other's neck while continuing to speak allowed. "Though I do have to wonder, just why you were kept apart from us until you became a doctor as well as why you feel such towards me. I am confused as to why you would feel so strongly about someone that, until at death's door, you have never even spoken to." He hadn't even really known of Fell's existence until he started treating the Fair Folk, and even then it was more of an absent kind of knowledge that should he need care there was someone who could treat him.

He leans forward so his face is alongside the other's, looking at the doctor out of the corner of his eye. "With all the constant talk of being 'human' though, it is a question of if that is perhaps what you are choosing to be despite evidence to the contrary." The kelpie drags his fingertips of one hand along one wing. "If you have convinced yourself that you are human, possibly bespelled yourself as well, then it possible you've allowed yourself to ensnared by us despite being one."

Reaching past the form now trapped between him and the window, leaving barely an inch between their bodies, he poses a question to Fell. "So now the question is, are you going to continue to deny your heritage or embrace it?" Voice low, barely above a murmur, Baz lets his question hang in the air before putting distance between them with a parting comment. "I embrace who and what I am, and will not accept anyone who will not do the same." Meaning that if Fell should have any desire of exploring his compulsion regarding the kelpie, then he has to accept his other side or else Baz will leave once their paths no longer align and any chance will disappear as well.

May 5, 2018

The question normally wouldn’t come as a surprise to Fell; nearly everyone asked him which parent was the human and which one was the fae. What did surprise him was that Baz asked this question during such an unusual conversation. It wasn’t every day someone praised another person for having the ability to seduce them without even trying and yet Baz was more interested in which side of Fell’s family the faery was from? Fell tilted his head in confusion, though answered without much hesitation. “My mother was a faery. My father, a human. Unfortunately, my mother died when I was young. After she died my father raised me, but he’s… He’s gone missing. I haven’t been able to find him.” His parents were a bit of a sore topic for him. He loved them and he knew they always loved him, but now he was without both of them. This was the last thing he wanted to talk about, and he hoped Baz would move on from the subject.

Thankfully, the other did, but Fell didn’t expect his next actions. The closer Baz moved towards him, the farther away Fell tried to move, though he was trapped by the window. One wing wrapped tightly around his body as if to protect him and the other was wide open, happily accepting Baz. It seemed Fell was always a type of binary.

The kelpie’s confusion was warranted, though Fell didn’t bother explaining. In a way he already had. In his childhood he was raised as both fae and human, but his teenage years were spent with his father who surrounded Fell with humans. Fell always did his best to acclimate into the world of the fae, but it was difficult until he became a doctor. Most of his life lessons were learned from humans, not fae, though situations like this reminded him that he was still young and there was plenty of time to learn the way of the fae. So long as the humans didn’t wipe them out first….

The two shared their confusion over why Fell felt so strongly about the other when he barely even knew him. Fell had asked himself this time and time again, and the only thing he could come up with was that his human side had allowed him to fall victim to the kelpie’s spell. It wasn’t far off from what Baz was saying. His mind tried to process this, but his body’s reactions to Baz being so close made it difficult. If his heart was going to burst out of his chest while he was talking, then feeling Baz so close against him made his heart explode into fireworks and stars. A hand flew to cover his mouth when a soft moan escaped it as Baz gently ran a finger down Fell’s wing. No one had ever touched his wings like this; they were sensitive and Fell was only now figuring this out. He swallowed hard as the touch sent little shockwaves down his body, warming him to the core. His body ignored his commands as he squirmed slightly under the other, though it was short-lived since Baz distanced himself. Fell’s daze was instantly lifted as he listened to the other’s words.

“Who said I’m denying anything?” Fell asked, his eyes narrowing at the kelpie. “Of course you can easily embrace who you are and what you are. You never had to question it. It’s a bit harder to know your place in the world when you’re rejected on both fronts. Fae might be more accepting than humans, but that doesn’t make them anymore welcoming. It was only when I became a doctor that I gained even the smallest grain of respect from either side.” Both of Fell’s wings opened fully, without much control from the faery. “It’s all I can do to protect myself from both fae and humans who find me repulsive. I hide my wings and my eye color when I’m with humans, but fae… Oh, fae always know. I can’t hide anything from them. They can tell what I am right from the get-go, and they judge me on it instantly. Sometimes that judgement gets dangerous.”

Fell scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, his hip outward as he regarded the other. “It’s not like I’ve never had this conversation before. You’re just like the rest of the fae. You think that because I’m still learning about my kind that I don’t accept my fae blood. Well, you’re wrong.” Fell slowly began walking closer to Baz, his words dripping from his mouth like venom. “I’ve had enough of you fae and humans treating me like this. I am both fae and human, and I accept my mixed blood. It’s you who doesn’t! I have the determination of a human and the pride of a fae. I have the potentiality of a human and the abilities of a fae. I am driven like a human and reasonable like a fae. And I have the anger of a human and the madness of a fae. So don’t. Mess. With. Me.” He spoke each word slowly, deliberately, and as menacing as his typically soft voice would allow.

He was ready to speak more, to keep defending himself from yet another prideful fae, when he realized just how close he was to the other man. Not only that, but he was suddenly the same height as the usually much larger kelpie. Fell tilted his head before he looked down and noticed his feet were no longer touching the ground. In his anger he had floated up to Baz’s height without realizing it. “Oh!” he let out a small cry of surprise as he backed away from Baz and lowered himself back onto the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, again averting his eyes due to a different type of embarrassment now. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” or yell as much as his gentle voice could. “I just get upset when humans and fae say things like that to me. I accept myself. Yes, I’ll hide my wings or try to hide my human energy from fae, but it’s for protection. It’s so people don’t automatically attempt to kill me just from looking at me. It’s frustrating because humans always tell me to accept my humanity while fae always tell me to accept my fae blood. I do. I accept both. No one ever bothers to help me though. No one ever thinks to ask if I need help understanding aspects of fae or human life that I never learned. They just assume I don’t care to learn.”

Fell sighed heavily as he leaned against the window again. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, not wanting his kelpie to be upset with him and his little outburst. “I don’t know why I feel this way about you,” he said, going back to their initial conversation. “It could be my choice to become spellbound by fae, sure. Or it could be in my physiology as a human that makes me susceptible. Either way… I can’t explain my feelings for you. And I’m sorry I even brought it up.”

May 6, 2018

Baz merely watches the other get upset with mild curiosity as he knows the other poses no threat to him, even if the other weren't a doctor. "I have not said being a Fae is easy. True, having full knowledge of what you are may help but have you ever considered the very different risks and rules posed to being us means? It doesn't exactly sound as if you have tried to reach out to any to learn of our ways." He idly chides the other. Before the dangers became too great to their race, the courts that ruled and governed were treacherous and if one was involved beyond belonging to one of the courts, there was an ever increased risk to one's well-being.

With a rolling shrug the kelpie tiredly sits back down on the couch. "If you wanted help or to learn, then if falls on you to ask for it, not others to ask if you need help. When you became a doctor you could have easily asked those questions or for someone to be your protector in exchange for your services. Particularly those around here, where you say you grew up, would have been more willing and accepting of such. Probably barely putting up the token level of tricky negotiation or resistance." This is especially true as Fell became more well known as the only doctor for their kind within any sort of distance.

Tapping his finger on a leg, the other listens to the warning the smaller male gives but merely raises an eyebrow. "So you say, but you yourself have stated you hide your mixed blood. Safety or no, that means you are not as accepting as you claim. Besides all that," He waves his hand dismissively "messing with one another and humans is what we do. Should you get any more involved in our world, what little is left of it, then you'll know what I mean." Power plays, grudges, trickery and danger. All that and more would greet the soft-spoken doctor.

When Fell apologizes Baz snorts derisively. "Sorry? For what? That is perhaps the most honest you have been in some time. As for your feelings," He tilts his head looking at the other. "there could be any and no explanation. Feelings are. And of themselves are neither good, nor bad. Keeping them bottled up doesn't help either, but perhaps they can help guide you if you let a little more of the Fae side out now and then." Hinting as a Fae's tendency to be possessive and selfish, he finally lets himself sink bonelessly into the furniture.

Tired, though not as exhausted as he would be from the exchange even a day earlier, he idly thinks that should the doctor be selfish enough to ask him to stay with him again then the kelpie might not be able to say no. The other sparkled beautifully in his anger and the wing had been like the cool still waters of his lake. It had made him curious as to how the other would taste and feel elsewhere.

May 6, 2018

Fell turned his head away from Baz as he listened to him speak, his eyes burning holes into the wall as his frustration with the other rose. He wondered if all kelpies were like this or if he just so happened to have affection for the most bothersome of the bunch. He disagreed with Baz on a lot of what he said, but that wasn’t surprising. He tended to disagree with most humans and fae who judged his actions. “I don’t expect you to understand,” Fell said, finally turning back to look at the tired kelpie. Still, he couldn’t deny everything Baz was saying. Perhaps now, during this tumultuous era of humans ravaging the earth and the fae, was the perfect time for Fell to truly learn and eventually unleash his fae abilities.

“I don’t accept everything you say. You don’t know know me or what I’ve done to try and learn more about my fae heritage. That being said, I hear you.” Fae took a deep breath, allowing his tense body to relax as he thought a bit more about what Baz said to him. He wings fluttered once again, this time happily as he made his way to Baz and sat down beside him, making sure to press their bodies together.

“You’ll help me learn more about fae then.” Fell’s smile was wide, his purple eyes shimmering as if the magick inside of him was finally rising to the surface after all these years of being trapped. He rested his chin on the other’s shoulder, looking up at him as he turned Baz’s idea of asking for help back on him. “I mean you’re going to stay here anyway so there’s no reason not to.” His voice was innocent, but his intent wasn’t. Not that he could stop Baz if he tried to leave, but better to limit that possibility as much as he could. “You will stay here, right?” His confidence was rising, but even so it was hard to break the constant fear of rejection that weighed on him.

“It’ll be mutually beneficial anyway. I’ll show my abilities as a fae...” Fell raised a hand which was quickly consumed in a black and purple flame. There was never a reason to use this destructive ability of his unless someone was intentionally trying to hurt him, but perhaps seeing it would pique Baz’s interest. “And I’ll teach you all there is to know about humans. I think it’d do you some good. Meanwhile you’ll help me learn more about my fae heritage. All the things I never had a chance to learn.”

It seemed like the perfect arrangement to Fell, but he couldn’t say the same for the kelpie. Even so, it was worth a shot and it was currently all he had up his sleeve to force the kelpie to stay. He punctuated his last sentence with a kiss to Baz’s cheek, ignoring his pounding heart and his more reasonable side which was screaming at him not to. His cheeks burned from embarrassment and he quickly stood, unable to handle the boldness of such an action.

Still… It felt so nice. Just the touch of his lips to the other’s skin made them tingle and set his body into overdrive. Every part of him felt warm, his mind could hardly keep a single thought straight, and his wings were flapping hard enough that it seemed they were trying to take off; he’d have to learn to get them under control so they wouldn’t give away his emotions so easily. Somehow he felt like the only reason he was able to pull away at all was because of his fae blood. It was hard not to throw himself at the kelpie now; he resisted, but only just. Perhaps some lessons in learning how to keep himself from being spellbound by fae really were in order. If a simple, chaste kiss set him off this much then who knew what else could capture his mind?

“Maybe…” he started, only then realizing how heavy he was breathing. “Maybe with your help I’ll learn that these feelings I have are nothing more than an illusion.” He bit his lips as he began to exit the living room; he had work in the morning and it wouldn’t do to miss another day of helping those who needed it. “You’re welcome to the guest room by the way. It’s down the hall and to your left. It’s right across from my room.”

He had only been awake for a few hours, but once his body hit his bed Fell was instantly asleep. He didn’t miss work again when morning came, but today was different. Today he let his wings stay out if only so when he returned home Baz would see that he was serious about his proposition last night. Though a few people avoided him there were more people who either didn’t care about his wings or accepted them in exchange for treatment. Perhaps humans were progressing in all kinds of ways. He returned home early, excited that new opportunities were opening up for him in both the fae and human worlds.

May 7, 2018

Baz can accept the other's view on things. It is really of no concern of his after all, but getting the other riled is certainly proving to be amusing. And no, he really can't understand the difficulties of being half nor does he see any point in trying. He is and always shall be what he is. Though without a watery home things will soon become difficult for him. Not having his lake has already impacted his ability to heal as by now the wounds and strain would have been gone, but without being able to relax in his natural form and environment well... The kelpie contributes his recovery to his age and power as well as the doctor's care.

When the other settles next to him, causing Baz to look at him out of the corner of his eye, a soft snort escapes him. "You have three days to convince me to stay based on your impact on humans. That was our agreement. After three days a new deal will need to be done if you haven't convinced me." Baz reminds the other but is amused by the attempt to be seduced and manipulated. "And it seems like your Fae side is showing itself. Who knew that a doctor could be so devious and manipulative." The kelpie lightly teases the other.

"Over the next three days I will agree to helping you learn when you are here, though some things I won't be able to due to our differences." Were the other also a kelpie then he could give more instruction, but since they are two different types of Fae then there is only so much that Baz can teach the other. "As far as humans go, we shall see..." To Baz they are little more than a food source and the cause of his kind dying out.

He hums faintly into the light kiss, both surprised and pleased at the attention. When Fell pulls back the kelpie gives a light nip to the half-breed's bottom lip. "I see... Perhaps I shall sleep in a bed tonight then." With a grin, he licks lips as though chasing the other's taste while watching the other walk off to get some sleep.

After he hears the door closed, signalling the doctor is in his room, the kelpie waits a few minutes before standing up. All trace of playfulness and interest gone. Silently he leaves the house, shifting as he does and in his faster land form trots off to the pipe. Once there he follows it until he can see city which the pipe vanishes into. Slowing to a walk he begins to think of how to continue his search and what he should do now. After all, it is not as though there are many horses anymore due to the decreasing need as technology continues to 'advance', and wild ones are particularly unheard of.

Still, not many have the sight and it is unlikely that he will be spotted. So for now he will scope out around area before heading back. After getting close enough, he returns to human form and begins to investigate the town trying to find where the pipe is linked to. After a few hours, he turns and changing back into a horse gallops back to the doctor's house where he makes his way to the guest bedroom to get some sleep.

When the other is gone, Baz eats then goes back to investigate some more but makes sure to return by the time Fell returns. Huffing from the strain of the long journey back-to-back, he walks around the doctor's home to cool down as well as think about how to narrow his search. So far he has found little beyond where the pipe leads to in terms of the city, the pipe itself is no longer visible to follow which means he has to figure out another way to find the source.

Baz pauses and tosses his head while stomping a hoof when the doctor is spotted coming back to the house. About time. I'm hungry. In various ways, though the biggest of course the need for food.

May 7, 2018

“Well, look at you.” Fell smiled brightly as he approached the horse roaming about his yard. “You really are quite a sight to behold.” The doctor rested his head against the other's shoulder, running his hand up and down his neck. He wasn’t sure if the kelpie enjoyed this type of affection, but Fell allowed himself to indulge in his companion’s other form. It wasn’t every day he could get this close to a kelpie after all. “I’m really happy,” he told him, closing his eyes as he reminisced on his day. “I let my wings free today, and the humans weren’t as harsh as I thought they would be. Some of them avoided me, but others were curious or just left them be. Isn’t that great, Baz?” He didn’t really want the other to answer. He couldn’t imagine what Baz would say to such an optimistic point of view. Rather, he wanted to simply enjoy talking to a majestic creature about something that brought him more joy than he’d felt in a long time.

“Even if you do wind up leaving before I’m ready to let you go, I can at least thank you for pushing me the way you did. I doubt I’d have let my wings show if you didn’t upset me so much last night. Though I have some good news that I'm excited to share with you.” He chuckled as he made his way inside, leaving the giant horse to do whatever he wanted in the open air. Getting Baz in water was impossible right now, but the breeze and forest air would do him good. “I’ll get us some lunch, okay? Wait right there. We can eat outside.”

Now that he was getting stronger, Fell wanted to make Baz a heartier meal than he’d had while in his care. The meal itself was simple: boar’s meat with vegetables and herbs from his garden, but he had special faery recipes that he used to enhance both the flavor and effect of the food. If all went well, Baz would have more energy, less pain, and even feel more cheerful than before. Fell walked back outside once the meal was done, carrying two plates and the same tonic had given to Baz the night before.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to turn back to your human form if you want to eat this properly.” He sat down on the grass by his garden and set Baz’s plate beside him while he waited for him to transform. “Your drink is the same tonic from last night. If you keep drinking it you’ll find yourself healed in no time.” The irony wasn’t lost on Fell… As much as he wanted Baz to stay he was giving him better and better treatment that would ultimately push him out the door. Naturally, the kelpie’s health and safety were Fell’s top priority, but he wished the other would simply trust him and stay by his side. There was no reason for him to, but he felt like he wanted it more than he wanted air.

So the only option was to follow up on their deal and convince him to stay. “About that good news I mentioned before... I ran into one of my human acquaintances today. He happens to be a mechanic, and he’s quite innovative. I asked him about the pipe that’s dropping all these toxins and poisons into your lake. Come to find out he’s very against the idea and he’s been working on new steam-powered machines that do the same work as the pipe without damaging the environment. I’ve thought of my own ideas about how I can fix this problem and I think we can come up with a solution.”

Right now all Fell had were blueprints his friend had shown him with ideas, but the ideas showed efficiency, accuracy, and potentiality. Between the two of them, Fell knew they could come up with something brilliant that could easily take the place of this wretched pipe. The only problem was introducing these idea to the higher-ups in society… It was unlikely they’d listen to a fae, but a respected mechanic may have some sway.

“In the meantime I’ve created something that may help, temporarily at least. I mean it’s not complete, but it’s well on it’s way. I spoke about it to my mechanic friend--Corey is his name--and he said he’d work on building it. To put it simply, it’s basically a giant filter that that will trap all of the filth pouring into the lake and expel clean water. It should be feasible, especially if I use some fae magic. In the meantime I’m working on coming up with a tonic or chemical of some sort that will dilute the poisons in the lake until it's clean again.”

He lightly nudged Baz with his elbow, then fluttered his wing along the back if only to feel the other against his overly sensitive wings once again. “How’s that for a human and a half-breed?” he said with an arrogant smile.

May 7, 2018

Baz snorts at the other but allows the petting though he gives the side- eye the entire time. When being told about the other keeping his wings out, the kelpie can't help but wonder if all the humans could really see the wings. If so, that is highly unusual. Could his medicines be giving the Sight? Lost in thought he doesn't notice the other leave to make lunch until he was already inside the house.

Staring at the door for a few moments, he eventually shakes his head and shifts back to human form once the plate is set down. "Out of curiosity, have humans always been able to see your wings or did it happen after you treated them?" Supposing that the other had ever treated with them out before that is. If not then this could have been a big shock to most of them, if not then they must either have the Sight of have fae blood themselves. It is a question worth pondering and figuring out. If more humans are able to see his kind then it could be boon or bane for what is left.

When Fell begins talking about his friend and finding alternative ways to power technology, Baz listens but doubts that humans will change so easily. "Well and good, but do you really think that those in power will listen? I've seen it before where an idea was squashed or buried to be forgotten because it wouldn't be as profitable to those on top." He shrugs while finishing his food. "Not to say you shouldn't try, but it remains to be seen if your idea will take root or die before it can even be born."

At the mention of his lake and a possible solution, he narrows his eyes suspiciously and twists almost like a snake to look at the other. "My lake will recover?" Naturally cautious and, as evidenced by earlier statements, not prone to optimism the kelpie still grasps on to the possibility of being able to return home. "What of the filth gathered by this 'filter'? Where will that go?" He knows it still has to go somewhere if not in his lake which means he has to worry about it coming back some other way or harming the area around his home.

Seeing the arrogant smile of the other male, he gives a flat stare before flicking the other between the eyes. "Don't go puffing up with pride until you start getting results." He replies dryly though it's clear that the kelpie is feeling longing and hope to be able to go home. After they eat he helps clean up after their meal before turning to Fell to ask a question. "I haven't been able to get clean in days. Do you have water or a means for me to bathe?"

The kelpie feels disgusting and can't even imagine how he must look or smell. Once able to get clean, Baz almost feels like new again. It truly is amazing what washing off blood and grime can do for morale. Feeling a bit mischievous and frisky, the kelpie slips into the doctor's room when he's asleep and slides up against him beneath the bed covers. With a wicked grin he nuzzles the back of Fell's neck while his arms slide around the smaller form to stroke and tease along the other's skin.

May 7, 2018

Fell tilted his head at Baz’s question, blinking as he tried to recall his memories as far back as when he was little. It was surprisingly difficult for Fell to remember when humans noticed his wings. There seemed to have been a boost when he began treating humans, but he remembered being so frightened that humans would notice his wings that he went out of his way to hide them. “I…” He looked to the ground, suddenly growing concerned and anxious about this. “People seemed to notice before. It’s why I hid them in the first place. No human would come to a doctor who was so obviously a fae. But I guess now that you mention it the amount of people who realized I was a fae grew the more I treated humans.” For the first time since he began his practice he wondered if he was doing something wrong….

As the conversation moved forward, Fell moved along with it. He smiled and plucked a blade of grass. “If the higher-ups don’t like our idea, then we can always pursue it without them. Who’s to stop us from taking matters into our own hands?” Not that he would do anything so brash… The last thing he wanted was to incur the wrath of those selfish humans, but something would have to be done. All of these plans were new and not everything had been fleshed out. It was the same with where all of the filth of the lake would go. Fell would figure out all of these things, but for now they were just on the first steps. It would be exciting to involve Baz when things really started rolling.

In the meantime, Baz wanted a bath and Fell couldn’t blame him. He nodded his head as he stood, motioning for Baz to follow him. “I could just rub you down with a cloth if you want.” Fell winked at Baz, though immediately turned his face away. He wasn’t used to flirting this much, but things were different with this kelpie. His feelings were like a hurricane inside of him, and he didn’t quite know how to handle them.

Fell left Baz to clean himself in his modernized shower while he soon ended his night and went to bed. He lay there, thinking about his relationship (or lack thereof) with Baz. The kelpie was special, but he wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual. Worse, he knew the feeling wasn’t mutual. It hurt him to know that he was experiencing all of these unfamiliar emotions, craving the kelpie, only for Baz to not feel the same. It was with his thoughts on this that he fell asleep.

In his slumber he hadn’t heard Baz enter his room. He didn’t even feel him enter his bed. His wings reacted, fluttering softly as his was touched so tenderly. A soft moan escaped him and his body lightly squirmed under the other’s hand. It was only because his wings began to flutter faster that he woke up, realizing that he wasn’t alone in his bed. “Baz…?” Now that he was aware of what was happening, his body trembled, though warmed as Baz’s hands roamed over his skin. He whimpered, turning to lay on his back while he looked up at the other. Fell’s eyes shined brightly in the darkness and those feelings that were swirling inside of him exploded to the surface. His chest rose and fell heavily from their sudden closeness while his hands found their way to Baz’s chest. Feeling the other’s strong muscles and soft skin made Fell bite his lip to keep himself from making any unwanted noises.

“Why are you teasing me like this? You’re so cruel.” He meant exactly what he said. “You know how I feel about you and yet you mock me. Even after I’ve taken such good care of you…” It was too much to fathom that Baz actually wanted him in this way. A strong, wonderful, powerful kelpie wanting to share a bed with a half-breed doctor…? Unlikely. Even so, Fell took the opportunity and pressed a light kiss to Baz’s lips. He swallowed hard, his hands gripping tightly to the other’s shoulder as if he were scared that he truly would leave him and was only there to make fun of him and his emotions.

“Don’t be mean to me.” His lips found the other’s again and though he pressed harder against them he let them go quickly. He wondered why Baz was doing this, but more than that he feared the other was simply having fun toying with him.

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