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[Despite his worries before, there IS something inherently charming about this man before him, and he really can't help but play along with his little game. "Dear" slips so easily from his lips in a way that surprises him.]

[He will begin pouring them both a fresh glass.]

Hm! Now, there's a thought. Perhaps just one or two so that the rest get the idea and cease.

[It's a practical method to discourage further attempts, he thinks.]

Of course not, I simply do not wish to offer you something you cannot have. That would be rude of me.

[And he will take a long sip of his own to show him the wine is not at least poisoned from a Human standpoint.]

Now, have you anything to add from the Fae perspective? Requests of me?

Oh yes! And I shall make sure they're delightfully lovely and incredibly useful! Perhaps some planters? Oh! A beautiful chandelier, to commemorate our union! Or perhaps a scepter or two?

[ He hums in delight, steepling his fingers together in thought. Yes yes! Or maybe something gothique, to go with his darling Seamus' aesthetics? Ah! Turn them into raven statues and position them at the fore and aft of the castle, so that they are forced to watch and warn of attackers! Oh! Oh so fitting!

He picks up the wine glass for him, watching Seamus sip from it. Hm. He sniffs it thoughtfully, swirling the liquid around. What an interesting bouquet... ]

Mm, yes. There will be quite a few worries and concerns.

[ He sips the wine, then grimaces. Then pauses. Wrinkles his nose. Looks thoughtful. Sips again. Ponders the liquid with a heavy squint.

Clears his throat. ]

It's... very unique, darling.

[ He doesn't set it down, though, pondering it as he considers the Fae. ]

Tell me, darling. How much do you know of my kin and I?

[Should his glee be horrifying? Probably. Does Maverick care because these are followers of people who have made his life a living hell up until now? Nope! If someone has the balls to challenge his throne they will have much to get through, it seems.]

[He finds himself becoming quite taken with the idea of this marriage now, as it turns out.]

[He watches the Fae try the win and then covers his own amusement with a sip.]

It grows on you, after a time. I do also like mine rather dry. Perhaps a sweet wine next time.

[He will take a heady drink this time, before he picks his quill back up.]

Only what I have read in books! I was rather studious in my youth, and I found tales of your kin fascinating.

Ah! Then let me bring a wine next time? I have something perfect in mind for you. With my blessing on it, so it shall not harm you.

[ Perhaps. It would be faerie wine, so it might just knock the man flat. Or lead him into the sweetest of dreams. Viri sips his wine again, pondering it once more. Well, it's not bad per se.

He oh?s to the studious nature of his soon Husband. ]

You enjoy studying?

[ Oh he has a wonderful wedding gift in mind then. ~~Going to Belle this mans ass with the Beast library.~~ ]

I can only imagine what tales humans have written! But, you have definitely avoided all of my traps thus far, and only made one mistake that I will attribute to your exhaustion, so I can see they are fairly correct. That being said, you understand our natures. Even the Seelie can be.... persnickity at times. And while I will rein them in and guide them, they will still balk and chew at the bit.

[ He takes another sip, a larger one, then sighs. ]

So my main request is to be patient with them. With us. They will be children, and will yell and scream and play tricks because it is new and frightening to be asked to temper their natural inclinations.

Very well, I look forward to trying it!

[Speaking like there will be a next time for certain, like he is intending to sign this contract. Ah, he may have been stepping carefully, but he was still ensnared in the end, wasn't he? That's fine, he's used to working withing the confines of imprisonment.]

Mm. Books were my only friend growing up. I was kept in solitude, in hiding, I suppose, for much of my life. There was a robust library however, where I stayed. I spent much of my time in it.

[He sighs gently, having his slip called out.]

No, and I caught that mistake the moment I made it, truly what an oversight when I had been so careful.

[Ah.]

I understand that. I ask the same of you, because sadly humanity ...well, they tend to fear what they don't understand, and act in kind. I think it will take a lot of work from both of us to guide them and I know that it will not be overnight that these two opposite realms will learn to coexist.

[ Hm!

Hm, Viri doesn't like that! Not that imprisonment is something taboo to Fae. Usually just when it's happening to them. But their imprisonment always comes with terms and conditions. Sure, it may be trickery but they can't exactly force someone into it, nor lie, so the idea does actually rankle him.

Kept in solitude!

His future husband!!

The gall!

He sips his wine a little angrily, scowling at nothing, before letting his features smooth back out and back to Seamus. Smiles and nods. ]

I can readily give that. Patience and the long game is a Faeries specialty.

[ He takes another drink of his wine, a larger one. Hm! He is feeling! A little dizzy! How fascinating! Can he note handle human wine? That seems almost insulting! ]

Let me think... ah. I did mention earlier that one of my stipulations would be for you to care for yourself. But if you find you cannot, then please let me care for you.

[Oh? Did hearing about his upbringing upset him? That's very interesting. Perhaps he will tell him more of that some other time. He sips his wine, but keeps a close eye on how it might be affecting him.]

Are we exchanging wedding vows now? The contract is not yet written and won't be before we've gotten both of our courts on board, you know.

[Hmhm, but that's kind of cute. That he seems concerned.]

In return, allow me to be the one with the frightening expression, when the courts are misbehaving, hm?

Oh, darling, it's reassurance that my husband won't simply flop over one day on me! However am I to rule properly worrying and fretting over my husband every day?

[ He pouts, sad eying again, before shaking his head. He finishes his glass - it's really not so bad at all! - and sets the glass aside. Then leans forward, elbow on the table, chin in his hands. The eyes he gives Seamus are soft and ... a little gooey.

It seems human wine affects fae fast. ]

Oh? Can you give a frightening expression? You are terribly adorable. I fear it will be like a snapdragon baring it's teeth.

Hm! How, indeed! I suppose I'll have to prove to you how resilient I am!

[No, that is the opposite of what he wants.]

[Oh, but he is close now, and Maverick pauses, eyes widening a little. He opens his mouth- and then abruptly scowls something fierce, leaning away.]

[But of course, he does level him with some kind of gaze. The kind Viri would have seen from his Seers, as he was amidst his campaign to regain the throne. Ruthless and methodical, with no yield. The expression of a man soaked in blood.]

I have found that I can put quite the fear in those challenging me, at least in this realm.

Oh!

[ The sudden reappearance of the man from the visions, the Beast of Blood and Carnage that set his very Courts quaking in fear, for a moment sobers the Faerie King up. He sits himself back, eyes wide, as if he to ask what he has done to deserve such a look.

Then he smiles, pleased, and clasps his hands together in a clap. ]

Oh! Bravo! A masterpiece of a look, my darling! Yes! You shall make even my courts cower!

[ .... His adorable little human has transformed into something fierce, and Viri finds he likes it. The steel in his eyes, the hard set of his mouth. It makes the scar seem starker. Dramatic.

Barely controlled violence. A sword in it's sheathe, but poised. It makes his heart flutter again and his head feel dizzier.

He giggles. ]

Oh, please stop looking at me such, I fear you will make my braids unravel!

[When it gets the desired response, Seamus drops it, an amused smile forming on his face in its stead. Looks like even the Fae can't match the intensity he often operates on to get things done. This is good news.]

[He'll keep that in his back pocket for later.]

Oh, and whatever would we do if that happened?

[Is that a flirt? Maybe. Maybe!! He's coming around to this marriage proposal just a tiny bit.]

Do we have anything else to discuss before I begin drawing up the proper contract?

[ Oho! First dear and now actual flirts? Is his darling rising to the challenge? He flutters his wings in delight, his eyes lighting up. ]

Why, I would insist you ravel them back up for me. And it would take quite some time~

[ He giggles a little and thinks, humming and nodding. ]

Only that we respect one another. I do not doubt we will come to disagreements, some little and some large. And as time goes on, there may be things we had wished we had added to the contract. If things come to it, allow us to discuss and possibly amend the contract if both sides agree?

[Oh, this Fae does seem to wear his heart on his sleeve. How dangerous.]

Hm, perhaps another time, then. I suppose if this all falls into place properly there will be plenty of time to ravel your braids back up.

[Yeah, okay, he's flirting. What has gotten into him? This faerie dust, surely. He clears his throat and sets his quill down. Of course that condition strikes him as down right matrimonial rather than this being such a political marriage.]

[He hums, agreeing.]

Very well. If there comes something that needs to be added, then if its agreed upon by both of us, it may be amended into the contract. I believe that is fair.

[ His laugh is surprised and full of glee that his darling is finding his footing with him. Yes! Yes he knew he picked right! His wings flutter and he actually begins to glow again with joy.

Oh! How he wishes he could turn this man into a Fae, so that he may remain with him! Adorable and lovely and dear! They could turn the human realm into fae as well! Peace forever! ]

Then we are in agreeance!

[ Which is good because, frankly, the wine has made his head wobbly and he isn't thinking that well. Which is dangerous for him. ]

Come, let us draft a contract appropriately!

[ He searches around without even asking until he finds another paper and another ink pen, looking at it in delight as he dips it into the ink repeatedly. ]

[Oh? he liked that? Maverick would be the last to claim he is some kind of savant but he's glad his potential husband-to-be is at least delighted by his attempts. This is such uncertain waters for him. Books did not prepare him for this kind of thing, as it turns out.]

[Ah, but to that, he reaches over and gently stills his hand. Hm, he could let him remain intoxicated and possibly bend him to a few more demands, he could probably do a lot to a Fae in this state but-]

When the sun rises, we shall reconvene. We have our courts to speak to before the final paperwork is drafted. Let us approach it with clear minds.

[Because he thinks, maybe. his own little boost is beginning to wear off. There's a heaviness in him that's getting worse.]

Edited 2026-01-17 04:39 (UTC)

[ The hand on his to still it makes him look over, his smile soft. Yes, darling? And he oh!s softly, thoughtfully to his words, nodding. ]

A wonderful idea, darling! Tomorrow is a brand new beautiful day and potentially our first of many together!

[ Humming joyfully, he puts the pen down and reaches out with his free hand to cup Seamus' face. Then gently rub their noses together affectionately. He can see in his eyes the energy is beginning to wear off and that's precisely want he wanted.

Time to sleep, his sweet human. ]

Ah! To reassure I do not go back on my word!

[ He pulls back and reaches up to his laurel crown, removing a leaf from it. With a little bit of coaxing - woogh his head - he twists it into a ring of green, laced with a golden strand of his hair. He holds it out with a smile. ]

And it shall also call me to your side if you need me!

[Ah, good, he did not argue with him on this. He would prefer they remained on equal footing, even in these early steps before everything has been written in blood and stone.]

[Of course he makes a little startled noise at the affection, having his face taken so gently and then their noses rubbed together. He sighs at that, afterwards. Not used to the affection but growing tired enough now that that's all he can muster in response.]

I will have to have quite the meeting with those in my court, I'm sure they will think I've gone mad-

[Oh, the ring... He looks at it with some surprise before he- ah. He stands, a little wobbly and mutters "just a moment." he will dig through a drawer for something. He will present him with a ring of his own. It's lovely with a blue gem inset on it, and it seems a little older, perhaps an heirloom item.]

Mine carries no such magic, but I hope it will represent the same.

[ As will his. He never told his Court he was planning to marry the human. Secure a partnership, yes. Wed him, no. They are going to be in such straits, and Viri can't wait for it.

He pouts a little as his ring is denied and Seamus stands, looking woebegone until his darling pulls out a ring from a drawer. Oh no, that won't do, that one is old and far more lovely. So he pouts harder for a moment, studying his.

Before reaching up to the gem on his chest, which has until now simply kept his hydrangea ruff on, and pulls it free. With a little bit of shrinking magic, he adds it to the ring. Then gladly offers it again, in exchange for Seamus', taking that one carefully. And sliding it onto his finger. ]

It does. I will see you in the morn, my darling. To bed with you, before you simply fall where you stand. I will be most cross if I return and see you yet awake.

[ Though he doubts even this King will be able to resist the pull now. He stands and shrinks in a blink, circling Seamus head in a rather wobbly circle before disappearing with a soft laugh. ]

[Oh? Why such a face? Did he wriggle out of some other debt of his without realizing? Or is he just sore about the ring somehow being nicer? Maverick thinks the other ring is just fine since it's magic and can do things like calling someone to their side if anything he worried his own was lacking.]

[Fae are such fascinating beings, so he chuckles a little when he finally deems his own ring worth and takes it, sliding it onto his finger. Ah, it fights just right.]

Oh, I don't know, I think I have a few more hours in me-

[And then he disappears and Maverick all but hits the ground. He manages to fall at least half onto the bed, but that energy boost had run its course and now he's suddenly left with a solid week of exhausting returning with a vengeance. Though he will wake with the worst crick in his neck, it will be the best sleep he's had in a long time.]

[ And despite being half in and half out of his bed when he collapses, he will find himself, upon waking, tucked neatly into it fully.

Because he never closed his window and Viri simply let himself in again, and discovered his darling draped like a discarded blanket. That simply would not do! So he carefully shifted him up and in, unable to free him of his clothes due to pesky faerie requirements, but he could at tuck him in.

He will also find himself being watched, Viri laying on his side beside Seamus, his head propped into his hand and his eyes fixed on the human. His expression is thoughtful and quiet, unusual for the Faerie King. Though when he notices Seamus' eyes open, his expression instantly shifts back into it's normal delight. ]

Good morning, darling~

[ His voice is singsongy and sweet. ]

Sleep well?

[It's a testament to how much he needed sleep that he did not stir at all while Viri handled him. It's really only that prolonged feeling of being watched does something finally start to rouse him. That hyper-vigilance that's kept him alive all this time finally kicking back in now that he's gotten some rest.]

[And so Viri will be treated to the disoriented, sleepy noises of a King trying to get his wits about him when he had been thorough tranquilized the night before.]

[Then the sound of rapping at his door and a voice behind it asking for permission to enter- a servant likely here to come and start his day. So he startles even further, jolting himself out of bed, but poorly]

[He rolls right onto the ground again with a heavy thud.]

Not yet! Peace, give me but another five minutes and then you may enter!

["A-Ah, forgive me Your Highness, I shall return shortly!"]

[Sigh.]

Good morning, dear.

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