Fawn

[petty_dabbler]

John hadn't checked in with any contacts, he hadn't really read the papers, and hadn't been keeping on his fringe websites. He was in love, and he didn't want to waste a moment. He had no idea how long this was last, but he was all in...to the detriment of the rest of his life.

He'd taken Fawn out and they'd got 99's. The weather took a turn, though, and the pair found themselves eating ice cream in the rain under an awning. John smiled at him, but the smile fell as the rai stopped falling. Not ended, simply froze in the air. The curtain of water parted and ahandsome Black man with orange-gold eyes stepped.

"Constantine," he said, then looked at Fawn as if he was rubbish. "Fae."

"Manny," John replied, "What do you want?"

He subtly slipped closer to Fawn and put his arm around him protectively.

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[petty_dabbler]

John chuckled and let him go.

"So bossy," he teased, then went to dry off and change. With no plans but eating, John slipped into his sweats and a Black Flag t shirt.

"All right. One pasta a la John coming right up."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn was pouring the tea, but purred happily at the mention of food.

"I like when you cook, I feel spoiled."

[petty_dabbler]

"You feel...from my cooking?" John chuckled, wandering into the kitchen. He found some veg and tomato and started a simple prima vera sauce. He whistled softly, putting it all together like he knew what he was doing.

[fawnthefae]

"Not fending for myself is luxury," Fawn insisted.

[petty_dabbler]

"But do you enjoy it? I'm no chef," he grinned, bolstered by the compliment. He lit up inside at the thought that cooking was something Fawn genuinely appreciated.

[fawnthefae]

"I enjoy it very much," The fae assured him, smiling softly.

[petty_dabbler]

The water was beginning to boil and John dumped in some pasta. He finished the sauce while it boiled, smiling to himself and sneaking glances at Fawn.

And in the back of his head and deep in his gut he knew he had no right to be so happy.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn watched John cook, admiring the mortal as he worked.

"Your friend, the angel, why is he so demanding of you?" he asked after a moment.

[petty_dabbler]

"That is a long and complicated story," he said, stirring the sauce more slowly.

"I did a very bad thing, and I damned a young girl's soul to Hell. I couldn't bear it, so I thought I'd snuff it, but Heaven had other plans. So now I can't die, and they own my soul. So I do what I'm told," he explained.

[fawnthefae]

"Why did you do that?" Fawn asked curiously. There was no judgement there though, only interest.

[petty_dabbler]

John was quiet for a long moment.

"I was so full of myself. Was so sure I could control the demon. But he took her..." he confessed. Even now, after all these years, it was his biggest regret. His deepest shame.

[fawnthefae]

"So it was in error, not malicious," Fawn said. "Yet you were punished? Cruel. Mistakes are to learn from."

[petty_dabbler]

"It wasn't a mistake. It was hubris. Ambition, mate. By that sin fell the angels," he said softly.

[fawnthefae]

"Oh," Fawn said softly.

He didn't really understand the mortal gods, it all sounded so messy.

Much easier to be fae and do as one pleased.

[petty_dabbler]

John was quiet as he dished up the meal and passed Fawn a plate.

"I'm not a good man, Fawn. If you haven't caught on yet, you will," he said heavily.

[fawnthefae]

"You are good to me," Fawn said simply, because that was all that mattered. John was kind to him, made him happy.

John was, to him, a good man.

[petty_dabbler]

"And you are very easy to be good to. Now eat. Tell me if it's shit," he said, forcing a lighthearted looking smile.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn dug in, nibbling at his food.

"It is very edible," the fae said cheerfully.

[petty_dabbler]

"A high compliment," John smiled. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. Edible was really the only honest thing you could say about it.

[fawnthefae]

"If you ever wish to be away from the eye of your god, I would take you to my realm," Fawn offered after a moment. "If you needed space to breathe."

[petty_dabbler]

"That's kind, love, but I'm a danger to everything there. I try to not go where I know I'm not welcome," he replied. "I've been before. It's beautiful..."

[fawnthefae]

"Oh," Fawn said quietly. "Okay."

[petty_dabbler]

"Are you missing home?" John asked.

[fawnthefae]

"This is home," Fawn said, shaking his head. "But... I would like to show you the places I loved best, before I had a place and a person to love most."

[petty_dabbler]

"I'm game as long as you realize it'll be bloody dangerous," he replied. John had enemies everywhere, and he was certain the fae lands were no different.