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TIMING: June 12th LOCATION: Gael's car in front of Beau's House PARTIES: Beau (@mayihaveyournameplease) and Gael (@lithium-argon-wo-l-f SUMMARY: Thinking Beau is being stood up on a date, Gael offers to be his backup. They never leave the car. CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Someone wanted to go on a date with him. Beau! Someone had sent him an anonymous little love letter saying that they would be around at six today to pick him up for a date. It was like having a secret admirer. A little love, tucked away just for him. Check yes or no. Oh boy had Beau checked yes. Now he was standing outside of his house, dressed firmly in shades of blue. Gael, of course, had seen the anonymous ask and must have been jealous. Don’t wear red. Of course not! Red would be saved for his little Gaerlic clove. Their date at the Codfather had been dream worthy. Beau had shown up dressed in red, the color of passion, and Gael had been handsome as ever. They had talked and talked and talked for forty-five minutes until the check was handed to them and went their separate ways.

Beau had those charming memories to hold on to as he stood outside in the humid night air as he waited. Six forty-five, where was his date? Seven rolled around and Beau was starting to think this might have been a prank. Would someone trick him? Someone didn’t actually want to admire him? Beau started to wonder if he should give up and go inside. Perhaps his parents had been right. He did have an unlovable air about him. The person probably just saw his ‘I’m kraft single and ready to mingle’ quip online and wanted to catfish him. Beau was not cheesed about that. Or as Gael would say ‘Cheesed is something bad.’ Which would mean, Beau was cheesed about this. _______________________

He shouldn’t be doing this. Gael shouldn’t have been doing this, what was he doing? He had gone on that ‘date’ with Beau before, to the Codfather, with Beau wearing as much red as he could possibly fit onto his body, and much to his surprise, it didn’t go terribly. Sure, he had asked some of the questions he wanted to ask, receiving no satisfactory answers but most of the evening was full of Beau excitedly regaling his tales at the BMV. And that was fine by the man; he wasn’t a hypocrite and he really did like hearing about what other people found their passions in… even if it was because Beau probably did to other people what he did to Gael. In any case, despite all these shortcomings, Gael didn’t sit right with the knowledge that Beau had received an anonymous message pertaining to a date, having a strong feeling that no date was going to be arriving for the man. Beau was much but Beau also seemed to… Gael wasn’t sure, he seemed genuine. Maybe he was being a fool; he certainly felt like one as he pulled up to Beau’s house slowly, seeing the silhouette of the man who stole his name at one point. Sure enough, because he could see the man, he knew he was right. Coming to a stop, he left the car running and put it into park before getting out of his seat and standing next to the car with the door open. “Hola amigo,” Gael greeted Beau, who was wearing blue now - he’d listened when Gael told him not to wear red. “I’m guessing your secret admirer never showed up.” _______________________

Everything could be rationalized right? It wasn’t that he was being stood up, it was that his secret admirer was shy. That had to be it. Beau basically radiated positive energy, handsomeness, he was literally a dream guy. His secret admirer just had to be so super shy. Beau wished he knew who it was, that way he could ask for their name. To keep and to hold forever and ever. Then reassure them that it was okay! Beau was a very nice and cool guy. He would hold their hand and walk them through the date and it would be a happy and fun time. And yet, no one was showing up.

Until a familiar car arrived. A smile pulled across Beau’s features as his little Gaerlic clove pulled up in front of his house. “Was this a trick, my charming little Gaerlic butter spread on a nice thick piece of bread.” Gael was sliding out of his car, leaving the door open and the car in idle. Standing there like the true charming gentleman that he was. Beau wasn’t big on fairy tales, after all he was made of them, but this must have been one of those classic fairy tale moments. God, if only Beau had gotten to keep Gael’s name. That would have made this moment perfect.

Beau let out a fit of giggles.“You could have just asked for a second date, you know I adore spending my time with you.” Beau stepped closer, standing a reasonable distance from the other man. Normally his smile was forced, years of practice keeping it in place when his anger seethed within him. At this moment the smile was the most genuine thing about him. “I should have known you were trying to trick me when you told me not to expect you.” Beau reached out, once again tapping a finger on Gael’s nose. “You’re a tricky one like that. You got me! Then being late? What a great touch. I was almost worried for a second.” _______________________

Then again, Gael was starting to wonder where the line was, when the well of positivity within Beau would start to dry up. He figured Beau probably would’ve thought that it was actually Gael doing some… elaborate hoax in an attempt to get him on a second date– it wasn’t a date. These were outings. He decided to keep the part where Gael thought Beau was being actually tricked to himself and he offered nothing but a subconsciously quirked eyebrow when the other man tapped his nose - he’d long since gotten used to it. “I wouldn’t have asked on anon,” He did say, if only to establish that he wasn’t shy or afraid or anything like that - for some reason, he knew Beau would’ve said yes. He’d found himself with a little leprechaun who gave him attention and while this might not’ve been the healthiest relationship, he did find it… nice that he had found the one person in Wicked’s Rest who exuded more energy than him, allowing him to stop smiling for just a moment and identify as a sleep-deprived chemistry professor. “But I’m here and you’re without your date,” Gael glanced around as though whoever it was that sent the message would’ve popped out of the bushes at any moment. “I was… going to go to the science museum. Would you want to come with me?” He asked slowly. _______________________

“Of course you would.” Beau was using his appeasing voice. The voice that said I’m going to pretend to believe you, but we both know I’m smarter than that. The voice that conveyed in Beau’s brain there was absolutely no doubt that Gael had been too nervous to ask for a second date and he had to do it on anon. Beau’s voice added in the layer of while I know you’re lying, I’m going to play along with you because it's cute, and I accept that you’re a coward. Beau was trying to layer so much connotation into one phrase that only a chorus of people saying it in unison could properly convey everything he was trying to get across with it. Beau was not a chorus of people, but he sure did his best to fit it all in.

“I am here. With my date.” Because was that not what was happening? Was this not the scene in the romcom where the outlook was looking bleak and the handsome protagonist was about to cry into a cake from dairy queen when the heart throb of the story shows up and saves the day? Didn’t this mean they were about to go on the most romantic date to the… science museum? Who took people to dates to the science museum? Confusion coursed over Beau. Okay. He could work with this. “The science museum, so we can learn all about each other, right?” Beau asked, a flutter of his eyelashes accompanying the question. “I would be cheesed to go with you.” But this time, he didn’t need to use cheesed. He was actually pleased. There was no underlying hatred in him in the moment. No need to walk himself to his kitchen and grab a piece of cheese so he could force out the word cheesed in placed of please when dealing with the unfortunate and ungratefuls of the internet.

“Shall we away?” Beau was sliding into Gael’s car before the man could change his mind. He was buckling himself into the passenger seat, slamming the door and staring expectantly at Gael like ‘come on, let’s go have our most beautiful date in the whole world together.’ _______________________

Aaaaand the man had gotten into his car. And said ‘cheesed’ again, though Gael was learning more about the maniac who sat in his passenger seat and part of him was increasingly under the impression that he might’ve meant ‘cheesed’ in both connotations.

Whatever. Gael rolled his eyes to himself, exhaling something in Spanish as he sat back down in his car. As he closed the door and started to fasten his seatbelt, he thought more about whether or not he actually wanted to go to the science museum. Granted, he didn’t think it was what Beau had in mind when the latter thought of a ‘date’ but on the other hand, this WASN’T a date. This was Gael trying to do something to prevent the embarrassment of someone else. But why? It’s not like he figured Beau actually had shame so why was Gael feeling for him?

This relationship wasn’t healthy and this wasn’t the first time Gael thought about it that night. He inhaled deeply, his brow furrowed and he turned to Beau - this wasn’t right. “Hey, I–” Suddenly something caught his vision and his eyes were drawn to something on the shorter man’s head. “Wait, you got something in your–” He instinctively reached forward to remove what looked to be a tightly knotted mass of something in Beau’s short brown hair but as his fingers brushed against it, he immediately caught a texture that was decidedly not a clump of hair. Unless it was. “Are you… wearing horns?”

Beau was in his car, and it smelled like him. Gael’s musk mixed with cedar and leather. Beau’s eyes shifted over towards the other as he wondered what the leather on Gael’s scent was from. Perhaps he was into tying people up. A smile tugged at the edges of Beau’s mouth as he thought about how fun it would be for Gael to tie him up, or for Beau to tie Gael up. Which ever way made Gael happy. Now that they were on good terms. Hadn’t it been silly? Beau being mad at Gael. That had been silly. Of course Beau was going to get his name eventually. He just had to be patient. Gael wasn’t a guile filled man, he just didn’t want to type that silly little accent. Now they had been through so much together. Plus, he held the knowledge of what Gael was deep in his little fae heart. Gael would always need him.

If Beau hadn’t been so lost in the day dream of them, then perhaps he would have realized what Gael was talking about. Something in his hair. He saw those strong hands reach towards him, hands that he wanted nothing more than to hold tight. His smile widened as it came closer, sure that Gael was about to brush a lock of his hair behind his ear before leaning in for a kiss. Beau scooched forward in the seat, ready for the beautiful moment. Instead Gael tugged at his horn. The fantasy shattered around Beau, broken pieces of glass ruining the rose tinted movie in his head, and leaving reality. “Wearing? Can’t leave home without them.” Beau let out a deep chuckle. “Haha. They come built in.” He reached a hand and tugged at one, to show it wasn’t going anywhere. “Probably because of how horny I am. Haha. Get it? Cause I have horns? And I would sleep with you right now if you asked.” _______________________

“What do you mean they–” Gael blinked and his sentence reached a dead stop as the rest of what Beau said sunk in. Did… He leaned back in his own seat slightly and his eyes pointed up at a furrowed brow as though they were trying to solve an impossible logic problem just out of his peripheral vision.

Okay so Beau just straight up said that he’d sleep with him.

Gael shook his head after a long few moments of contemplation, more confused and caught off-guard than anything and he scoffed with mild frustration. “Alright, one thing at a time.” He held his hands out as though to indicate to slow down. “So you can’t… grow horns because you’re horny, that’s not how it works. Also what the hell, you have horns just grafted onto you? Was it a surgical thing, like when those people pay thousands of dollars to look like snakes?” He was drawing a lot of attention to the horns, almost as though trying to avoid having to unpack what Beau said about sleeping with him and he didn’t want to think about the last time he offered to have a one-night stand with someone.

He reached forward again, his head tilting with curiosity and Gael gently tapped on one of them again. It… FELT real. Beau didn’t seem like the type to lie to him. They had to have been an aesthetic choice, right? “Also you don’t want to sleep with me. I’m… not great.” He said lamely though how untruthful it was was anyone’s guess, at least for right now. _______________________

“One thing at a time?” Beau questioned. “So we are going to sleep together after this conversation?” Excitement. Fairy tale romances were true, and they were happening right now to the most deserving fairy - fae -in all the realm. “Then why bother going to the science museum at all? We can just stay here.” Beau reopened his door, one foot flopping outside the car until he remembered that there was supposed to be another conversation coming first. The one about his horns. Gael, silly beautiful handsome Gael, wanted to know about his horns. As if Gael wasn’t some sort of supernatural denialist. The man didn’t even believe in werewolves when he was one.

“You’re right, that’s not how it works. I was born with horns. They are part of who I am. I’m a fae.” Beau reached into his pockets and pulled out a handful of glitter confetti he’d been keeping in his pocket and threw it at Gael. Ever since Gael had asked him if he’d glittered him, Beau had gotten the idea. Keep a handful of glitter in your pockets and you’d always have it for the moments you needed it. Could he use his illusions? Probably, but to be honest he sucked at using his illusions. The magic was slippery and it often eluded him. Tangible confetti in his pockets, now that was something he could work with. “One of the fair folk. Can’t you tell by how charming I am?” Beau leaned forward again, a smile and a wink just for Gael. “People may have to pay for these things, but not me. In fact, this isn’t even what I really look like. I have this thing called a glamour.” A glamour was something Beau wasn’t good at. Which is why his tattoos and horns never disappeared while trying to present as human.

As Gael touched his horns and told him about how this wasn’t something Beau would want, Beau reached a hand up and grasped it in his. “You’re shy. I get that. Listen, I don’t care how good you are. I can be good enough for the both of us.” It was as if ash coated his tongue, a bitter taste punishing him for the words. It took everything in Beau not to dry heave out the lie. “All that matters is that the two of us would be together. Wouldn’t that be beautiful.” _______________________

There was already a list of questions that had been forming in Gael’s mind when Beau unceremoniously introduced himself as a fae, the second one Gael had been notified of in as many weeks and they had barely started the conversation. Keeping one of his hands hovering near the supposed fae, he opened his mouth as though to ask one of them when the other man reached into his pocket. “Don’t–”

It was too late. A split second later that took all the time in the world, slowing down before Gael’s very eyes, he was frozen in place with one hand accessible to Beau, the other clenched instinctively as though coiled like a punching glove shoved into a prank box and a look on his face that only could’ve been described as ‘tranquil fury’ as he sat there, in his car opposite the BMV worker, covered in godforsaken glitter once more. From Beau’s pocket. That he just… kept loosely there. His mouth was closed, he didn’t dare move and he pushed every neuron in his brain, every synapse that told him to lean across the seat divider and strangle the man or fae or leprechaun or WHATEVER he was until he saw the light leave his eyes, seeing him off to the afterworld or wherever imps returned when they died. Hell?

He felt like he was in hell. So instead, those synapses and neurons strained and pumped themselves to pay attention to the words coming out of Beau’s mouth. One of the ‘fair folk’. Charming. A glamour. That last one seemed familiar and Gael wondered if that was what Ren showed him that afternoon. Each word Beau said made it increasingly obvious that with the exception of the last part, which held no logical value to him and he just assumed that he’d been poisoned by glitter just now, he was lying. He wasn’t charming, Gael could see how he interacted with other people. He wasn’t fair, he was a short, pseudo-handsome, terrible, fiendish gremlin who just covered the man and the interior of his car in glitter.

Remaining motionless, though he couldn’t keep himself from a small but sharp inhale (bad idea) as Beau dared to clasp Gael’s hand in his, the latter addressed his throwaway comment about– His eyes started to water and he used his other hand to very slowly and carefully open his door. “Can you… excuse me for a moment?” He asked in a murmur, as though afraid that even talking too loud would cause the infestation of sparkles to spread further into the recesses of his vehicle. _______________________

There was a scene in movies when the two love interests meet each other's eyes. Time slows down between the two of them as the outside world becomes a blur of nothing as the two stare at each other, brown eyes meeting hazel eyes. In this movie, glitter caressed the air as lovingly as Beau wanted to caress Gael's face. A vein was popping in Gael's forehead, his throat constricting around words that surely he didn't want to burst out. Perhaps, I love you? Because who wouldn't learn of Beau's faeness and want to profess an undying love for him? Beau blinked his eyes up at Gael as he waited for any reaction from Gael.

Gael was shocked. Beau couldn't blame him. He knew Gael was a supernatural denier coming into this. But could he be excused? From his own car? Where was he going to go? "Sure." Beau let go of Gael's hand without a problem. Then he had an idea. His own little brain blast. Looking away as if he was a coy and demure court lady sitting next to the high king, Beau tucked his hair behind his ear and said. "Before you go, I want you to see the real me."

It had been a while since Beau let his glamour fall. Even in the safety of his own home, he didn't see the point in taking it off. Now all his "humanity" dripped off of him leaving behind a spriggan. Grey bark-like skin replaced the flesh tones, making the swirls of his green tattoos look like patches of moss growing over his body in decorative tattoos. His limbs, while not changing in length, became gangly and knotted instead of round and fleshy. His ears elongated out into points, as his face distorted into something sharp and mischievous.

Beau looked back at Gael, waiting to see whatever reaction the wolf would have toward him. Again with the coyness, he offered a hesitant smile, revealing rows of dagger-sharp teeth, all the better to eat you with, and all that jazz. "Would you paint me like one of your Frenchgirls?" He asked, blinking in a manner that he hoped was seductive. What he didn't consider was to an unfamiliar eye, the kind that didn't expect to see a gremlin man sitting across from them, may only see a creature from hell with sharp teeth waiting to eat them, and long fingers ready to grab them. The horns were no help in the matter, a trademark of the devil himself in human culture. What he didn't consider, was while beauty was in the eye of the beholder, there was nothing conventionally beautiful about this spriggan. Devilishly handsome only if you got rid of the word handsome. Devishly. _______________________

His hand being released, Gael wasn’t going to mention that he was literally just going to get some of the excess glitter off himself outside and come back to punch the other guy in the face (okay that part wasn’t true… yet) and he started to slowly turn when Beau spoke up about wanting the other man to see his ‘real me’. The chemist rolled his red-rimmed eyes, the reason behind their watering clearly not tied behind any deeper emotion that he felt for this utter menace that sat in the passenger seat and he did everything in his power not to give a huffy exhale while he was at it. The professor’s bemused look of inherent irritation, however, slowly slid off his face as the glamour fell from Beau, replacing a human who looked shockingly like Charlie Day (was that the actor? Gael never was strong with actors) to… what he could only describe with cosmic horror as the Devil’s version of Pinocchio. He tensed up, feeling a fresh wave of adrenaline pulse through him, smothering the previous one to smother Beau, and for a moment he simply stared at the plantlike abomination that sat in the seat where Beau the annoying human sat before. And it was a miracle that he couldn't think to actually move until “Beau” smiled, revealing the sharp teeth; no sooner had the “fae” spoke, quoting… Titanic or something (Gael wasn’t paying that much attention to be frank) that quickly, fluidly and with zero words Gael opened his door, started to get out of the car where he accidentally clotheslined himself on his seatbelt, fumbled with the seatbelt, got OUT of the car and shut the door behind him, all the while the damned glitter sprinkling and swirling around like this was something magical and wondrous. _______________________ Now he was outside the car, where he wanted to be five minutes ago. Instead of doing what he was gonna do before ‘the reveal’ however, Gael just stood there, leaning against the ice-blue mini-cooper convertible, his hands pressed to the glass as he coughed out glitter that he inhaled during his completely controlled not-freak out. Okay, he could rationalize this. He didn’t… need the car. He had a book of matches in his pocket, glitter was flammable and if the demon in his car’s biological makeup was how he looked, then he was certainly flammable too. Just… Walk away, covered in glitter, leaving the burning car and creature inside in the otherwise peaceful neighborhood evening. Okay, that wasn’t logical at all. Think Gael, you’re a science professor. He pulled away from the car and started to regain control of his thoughts, the situation, the solutions. He spoke and Beau still sounded like Beau - this was the case with Ren too though while Ren looked like a cute little bug (and Gael actually held fondness for her) Beau looked like a tree spawn with sharp teeth and the impish behavior to match. Glamours, fae deals, promises, the things he recalled Ren telling him about - was that what happened? He had literally given Beau his name at the BMV. Or… there was something in the glitter. The more he thought about that, the more sense it made. Beau didn’t ‘unglamour’ until after throwing shit into his face. And for that matter… Another, smaller thought went through Gael’s head. He was finally losing his mind, wasn’t he. With a sniff, he closed his eyes and held his breath before furiously shaking his clothes free of excess glitter. Afterwards, he approached the car once more and muscled past the horror of seeing so much of it in his seat still but it was fine, whatever, priorities. He opened the door and sat in the seat with a huff, not looking at Beau, instead just staring straight ahead. “You work at the BMV because you take people’s names, don’t you.” He started simple. _______________________

Where were Gael's manners? There was Beau, laying it all bare for the man, revealing his truest self, practically standing naked in front of him and he was trying to get away? Was the shock of his beauty simply too much to bear in the car? Beau watched Gael struggle against the seat belt until he was outside of the car and just standing there. Beau strained his neck trying to see what he was up to. Maybe he was just overwhelmed with emotion that he didn't know how to react. Maybe he just needed a breather? Oh, perhaps he thought Beau was so handsome that he needed to take a breather before he got too excited. Beau laughed to himself. If only he knew what a potent effect his true form would have on Gael. He might have shown it to him on their first date.

Beau remained patient, sitting in the car. Gael sure was taking a bit of time to get himself together. Beau started rustling through the glove box, and then the side. A tidy car. Well, not tidy anymore. Not with all this glitter everywhere. Beau liked it better covered in glitter. A sparkle to the world. Sure, Beau was a spriggan that mostly dealt in hoarding words. Namely names. But just like every other spriggan out there, he had an affinity for the sparkly things in life. Those shiny things that could be collected and put on display. His own home boasted too many useless baubles. None of which he was super emotionally attached to, but still if anything happened to any of his collections he would... Well. It wasn't something he wanted to think about. Not since his names were taken.

Beau started to kick his feet in boredom, waiting until Gael slid back into the driver's seat. As soon as the man entered the car he moved back into a still position. The man didn't look at him. Beau noted that with a little glee. As if looking at him would again make him need to leave the car and take a breather. Beau could understand that, he could also respect that. What Beau didn't like was how quickly Gael came to the right conclusion about why Beau loved his job so much. Beau tilted his head back and forth as he tried to think of the most diplomatic way to answer this. "I can tell you more." Beau began carefully. "But you." He reached a slender, knobby hand out and placed it on Gael's shoulder. "I need you to promise to not tell anyone else about me. There are people in this world who want me dead." There was one specific hunter that was tracking him down. One that he really didn't want to think about.

"Please promise me, give me your word, anything that everything I say now stays between the two of us." _______________________

There was the kicker, the play on words, the dance of deception that Gael wanted to push out of his mind whenever he thought nowadays on ‘fae’ or anything thereof. He recalled that day at the BMV, when Beau asked if he could have his name and Gael had to trade information for it back. He wondered if Beau ever figured out that the whole ‘werewolf’ thing was completely made up. Gael glanced over slowly when Beau’s twiggy, branchlike hand landed on his shoulder and he couldn’t answer immediately either to confirm or deny that request, his brain buzzing as it seemed to threaten to fall into a spiral of where the manipulation would end, how far it would go. EVERYTHING from Beau from that point on, even if they left the car? Or maybe especially after they left the car? That seemed like an excellent way to make sure Gael sounded insane and hell, maybe he was as he sat there like an idiot covered in glitter talking to a sharp-toothed twig demon after making sure he didn’t get stood up on his anonymous date. How should he respond first? Gael wanted to ask for clarification and after a considerable moment of silence between the two, the professor opened his mouth as though to say something, anything when instead, his breath caught in his throat and he turned his head away sharply, pinching his nose shut as he stifled a sneeze from the goddamn GLITTER. The combined actions only helped in swirling the unsure thoughts around in his head but while he didn’t feel any better, he used it as a jumping-off point to actually say something this time. “People want you dead, huh?” He murmured, knuckling his septum. “Can’t imagine why.” He added this under his breath in Spanish, hoping Beau either didn’t know the language or couldn’t decipher what he said well enough to know what he said. “Okay, I have questions.” Gael began, turning to face Beau once more though he felt the action a little challenging. “The first of which is ‘can you put the, uh… glamour back on? Or whatever it’s called?” He asked first. “You’re… creeping me out. That’ll be the first thing - if you don’t take the glamour off around me anymore, I promise I won’t tell anyone else about… this.” He gestured to Beau’s general form, carefully taking the latter’s hand off his shoulder and treating it as though he were picking up something fragile from off the ground. “I mean ‘this’ as in “I won’t tell anyone about your ‘true form’.” His eyes danced for a moment, making sure he didn’t slip up anywhere along the way in his sentence structure. _______________________

As Gael exclaimed that he couldn’t imagine why people wanted Beau dead, Beau felt warmth spread over his chest. His hand pressed against the other man’s arm, as he tilted his head. A smitten smile spreading across his fae features. “I know,” he exclaimed. “It’s beyond me why anyone would want me dead. I’ve done my absolute best to make sure the human world is a beautiful place full of love, life, and happiness.” His own personal love, life, and happiness. Who cared his humans felt any of those things if he was happy. “I knew you would understand the tragedy of it all.”

Then the werewolf who didn’t know he was a werewolf was asking Beau to hide his true self again. Beau let his hand drop down. All that previous warmth vanished as fast as it had come. That kind of outright rejection took him right back to his childhood. Back to the words of his parents, whatever their names had been, telling him that he would never amount to anything. That no one could ever look at an annoying piece of shit like him and think he could be anything other than an annoyance.

Beau worked hard to maintain his composure, forcing his face to stay in its mandatory smile. “Right. Of course.” Beau shifted away from Gael, an action he never thought he would take before. In his mind he was parsing through the statement the other man had made. If he returned to normal, and never revealed himself again, he would never tell anyone about this again. “I will never reveal my fae self to you again,” Beau agreed. “But I need you to say the exact words that you will never tell anyone that I am fae.” The kind of wording Gael had supplied so far left enough loophole room for the other man to claim he could talk about Beau being fae, he just couldn’t describe what he looked like.

There was a moment of realization, as Beau concluded that he should have seen this coming. That man was willing to give away his werewolf secret, of course he didn’t want to know about fae. Beau’s mind searched for all the information he had on Gael, his address and phone number, his job. Oh right. A chemistry professor. He was a man of science. “I don’t think you’re enjoying this.” Beau’s voice was quiet, a lot quieter than it normally was. “I can put my glamour back up and get out of this car and take your memories of this night with me, if you give them to me. All you have to do is say the word.” The ball was in his court. _______________________

…Oops, the gremlin understood Spanish. That honestly hadn’t crossed Gael’s mind as he spoke under his breath but then again, he wondered why he was surprised about that tidbit. What surprised him even more was how Beau seemed to deflate, moving away from him for the first time since the two had interacted, at least in his memory. As Beau told him what he wanted him to say specifically, Gael’s expression softened for just a moment; who was he to tell someone else what they could or couldn’t look like, who they were? Gael himself was unusual and had been very fortunate to not have encountered anyone he’s told about his disorder treat him like he was lesser or a freak. He glanced down at his shimmery clothes, the fine mist of glitter that Beau unceremoniously threw at him. His eyes drifted to the floor of his car, where the stuff probably wasn’t ever going to come out. Gael exhaled as softly as he could, feeling like he’d made a mistake. And he did; he shouldn’t have told Beau that he was creepy or that he wanted him to hide his true form, no matter how irritated he got. Then the fae spoke again, at a level unlike anything before and he might’ve asked Beau to repeat himself if his sharp hearing wasn’t part of who he was now. “I will never tell anyone that you’re a fae.” Gael looked at Beau, his brow furrowed slightly as he felt a small wave of guilt wash over his mind. “I’m… sorry. I didn’t mean to say that you were creepy. I’m just…” He faltered, tilting his head back on the headrest and inhaling in a sigh. “I did want to end this night with you taking all of this information.” He admitted. “I still want to know; I’m still curious, but I feel like I’m losing my mind.” He left out the part where he felt like Beau had put something in the glitter. “You’re not creepy. You’re Beau. And I shouldn’t have said that.” _______________________

There were things in life that broke that could not be mended. Things that shattered into pieces so tiny that finding them and repairing the item was a herculean task that a simple Beau could not accomplish. Gael was already apologizing. Gael was already saying those sweet words that every lonely man wanted to hear, but it was too late. His heart had already been shattered. To this man, this gorgeous man, he was a creepy little freak. Beau took a deep breath. One. Two. Three. His smile tugged at his lips, pulling tight across his features. “It’s all gouda. Haha. Like the cheese, because I’m cheesed to be here.” Because the cheese puns meant the prickling behind his eyes didn’t mean anything.

“I think we can call this night done.” The glamour started building itself up. Threads of fae magic weaving over his body and containing him back into the form that everyone knew and loved. Beau slid out of the seat, standing next to the car, hand on the roof as he looked in. “Okay. Say the words. Say you give me your memories of this night.” Beau ignored the last part, the part that he wasn’t creepy. Because he had to tell himself he didn’t care. He had to keep telling himself that he was the perfect male specimen. That it wasn’t his fault he kept losing everything. Everyone else was in the wrong, not him. “Then you can keep your mind, and it’ll all go back to normal.” There was a nice satisfaction in knowing that it would never go back to normal. He’d always be the werewolf that never knew what he was. A sweet taste of revenge for the stabbing feeling in his heart. _______________________

Before Gael knew it or could fully process like he had with Ren, Beau was returning back to the version he recognized, the version that laughed at him at the BMV and didn’t have a concept of personal space. The version that threw glitter in his face. Though he still felt the sting of guilt, perhaps the feeling was a little lessened as he considered the positives that had come from their relationship compared to the negatives. This wasn’t healthy. Gael knew that. And while Beau told him what to say, the literally magical string of words that would supposedly fix this though he didn’t know how, the professor knew in his mind that ‘going back to normal’ wasn’t in the cards for this town. Sure, whatever happened tonight would be forgotten, or at least that’s what Beau seemed to tell him and he believed the man, but he still had the injury, he would still sleepwalk. The man with the horns was now outside his car, as he had been for the past minute at least and Gael leaned forward to regard him. Doubt tugged at his mind. Was this the right choice? “I… give you my memories of tonight from the moment you entered my car to now.” As soon as he said the words, Gael furrowed his brow and he shook his head. He looked around, saw that he was covered in glitter and he groaned to himself before seeing that Beau was outside his car. “What’s wrong, Beau? Are you getting in?” _______________________

The moment the words were said, the magic took effect. The threads of life that fae magic worked in twisted. The thread one of their shared memories of tonight snapped. A ravine created between them. A stolen conquest that Beau had never wanted, weaving itself into the make up of his being. “You’re always so silly, my little Gaerlic clove. That’s what I like about you.” Beau leaned in once more, tapping the man’s nose with his index finger. “We just had the loveliest night I could imagine, just look at all this glitter. As abundant as the fun we had.” Pain seared over him, punishing him for his lie. Beau’s smile strained as he fought through it. “I can’t wait for the next time you come and whisk me off my feet. I hope its just as magical as the night we shared.”

Beau took in the moment. He let himself memorize the face of this Gael to cover the memory of the Gael he’d been moments before. He wanted this face, the face that was interested in spending time with him. The face that didn’t hold tension in his jaw and didn’t ask him to cover his true self up. The same innocent face that didn’t think he was a creepy little freak to sneer at. One that he could have imagined more at. Anger broiled within him. Anger at Gael for not accepting him as he was. Angry that he let himself pretend for a moment that maybe, just maybe, there was an actual connection between the both of them. Something they could both share and enjoy. Anger at himself for not being better, different, acceptable.

“Drive safe.” Beau slammed the door closed, tapped the hood twice and walked back into his home. Later, he would put on a public show. He would pretend to be heart broken and sad that Gael was breaking up with him. He would block the man in and make him believe that it had been all his fault and that he hadn’t been completely blind sided by their online conversation. But the truth was always, after this night, he’d seen it coming. Gael was just another disappointment in a line of them. Another disgusting attempt at connection that had taken from Beau something he didn’t want to give. With Jedidiah it had been his collection of prized names. With Gael it had been his hope that even he could be someone worth caring for.

Beau hated Gael for that. Beau would always hate Gael for that.

#WR Writing #Writing: Faete Night #Writing with: Beau #//I almost feel sad for the little demon

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