Droxinia Oneshots

The Meeting

Authors note:
So I haven't been on wattpad in freaking ages, much less updated this. But I wrote a small fic and wanted to share it. So have this. Kinda OOC but eh. It's fine. Hope you enjoy.))

Being among the first faeries to exist was... difficult to say the least..
It was worse when you were supposed to rule a race of stubborn, flying faeries. It was either people liked you, or they didn't. At first, not many people liked Gloxinia. He was different than all the others. Even though he was the faerie king, some people didn't treat him that well because of his sexuality and the fact that he grows his hair out to such long lengths. Faeries of this time, weren't that kind toward people who weren't straight.
Often days, Gloxinia would fly away, sit at the edge of the Faerie Kings Forest and ponder if liking other men was a sin. Was that his sin? Being gay?
Sometimes he would only sit out there and think. Sometimes he would chase around the animals, make friends with them, or gorge on the fruits and berries that grow there. Other times he would sit high up in the trees and hum or sing. It was one of the things that calmed him.
Gerheade was one of the only people he ever came to trust. After all, she was his sister. He was glad she was too. He went to her when the world felt like it was going to crumble, which was more often then one would think.
Many years later, quite a few years before the holy war, he was once again sitting up high in a tree. His ears flicked when he heard the loud commotion south of his location. Raising his wings to the sky, he took off in the direction of the noises. He flew slow so he could see what was going on under him, and he was met with quite the surprise when an abnormally large, blue skinned giant caught his eyes. He slowly hovered closer to the giant until he was almost at the giants head.
The giant's hand quickly reached up and grabbed him, pulling him from the air. His wings crinkled in the giants humongous hands, wrenching a scream out of him.
The giant's grip on Gloxinia loosens, and he holds the small faerie in the palm of his hand. Gloxinia's wings spread behind him, both sets being crinkled and warped. Gloxinia stands up, flying off of the giants hand.
"What the hell?! What are you doing here?!" Gloxinia says, raising his hands and preparing to summon Basquias to his side.
"I'm so sorry!" The giant says. "I was just looking for a place to stay for a while."
"So you thought the Faerie King's forest was a good idea?" Gloxinia says, his eyes narrowing.
The blue skinned giant nods. "I assume you are Gloxinia, king of the faeries?" Gloxinia nods, sweeping some of his hair out of his face.
"I see.. would you mind if I stayed? I mean no harm."
The giant says, and upon further inspection, he was telling the truth. "I suppose.. since you know my name, what is yours?"
"Ah. My name is Drole. I'm the king of the giants, not that I want to be king. All the giants want to do is fight.." Gloxinia smiles. He slowly brings himself to Drole's still open hand. He gently sets himself down on Drole's hand, sitting down and letting his wings go slack behind him.
"I understand you there.. most of the faeries don't think that I'm fit to rule.." Gloxinia leans back a bit, taking in the sunlight. For some odd reason, even though he only met this giant today, he feels a large amount of trust toward the giant.
"You seem to be enjoying this." Drole says with a hint of giggle in his voice. "We duh, you're warm. The sun also feels nice."
"You are very trusting for a faerie. Much less the faerie king." Drole states. Gloxinia sits up, holding his hands together with a solemn frown. "No. I'm normally not. I'm very territorial, like all the others, but I can tell that you mean no harm. I can hear your thoughts. I can tell that you do not want to bring any harm to me or my kin."
Drole nods with a chuckle, bringing up a finger and patting the small faerie on the head. Gloxinia pauses for a minute(and it almost looked like he relaxed into it) before completely flipping his shit.
"HEY STOP THAT!!" Gloxinia shouts as his wings lift up. He uses both his tiny little hands to take Drole's finger off his head. "You're going to mess up my hair." He huffs, crossing his arms and looking away from the giant in front of him.
Gloxinia and Drole kept meeting in this very same spot for years, keeping each other company when no one else would. The amount of trust the two held for each other greatly increased over time.

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