2pm Imagines

Junho

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(2PM Junho AU 'Fables')

Hearing the crunching leaves underfoot always made you feel like you were home, no matter where you were. The sights and smells that could be found nowhere other than the forest eased your soul and rejuvenated your spirit. Whatever your burdens had been they always felt lighter after one of your hikes.

Of course your dog was a constant companion on these trips. He'd sprint ahead then circle back to check on your slow two-legged progress. Though he often charged ahead, he was never out of sight for long which was why you were starting to become concerned. It'd been a few minutes and he hadn't come to your call which he always did. Nor could you hear him trampling through the underbrush. Wherever he was, he wasn't moving.

Worry snaked its way into your heart and your calls took on a tinge of panic. Breaking out in an ungainly trot over the rough terrain you moved as fast as possible in the direction he'd gone. Finally you found him, safe and sound wagging his tail while getting pets from a man. The first rush of emotion you felt was relief followed closely by irritation. Same as any parent would feel: thank goodness you're ok, I'm going to kill you.

Then your breath caught in fear. The man who had been crouching stood, revealing he was naked from the waist up. Lithe in form, he was more toned than muscular. But the autumn air had a good bite to it, certainly not weather to be shirtless in. And now that you looked closer, what had seemed like wild hair was actually an array of twigs and sticks shaped vaguely like a crown.

He was crazy. He had to be.

Sharply you called your dog so he knew you meant business. While he complied you could tell from his body language he was reluctant to return to your side. It was odd. He was a friendly dog to be sure, but easily preferred you over others. He'd never been so taken with a stranger before. Feeling adrenaline prickling along your skin you grabbed hold of your dog's collar and turned without a word.

"He's a lovely dog."

"Uh, thanks." The reply was automatic and half-hearted at best.

"Wait, I'd like to talk to you. Why are you running away?"

"Being half naked would be the biggest reason."

"Oh." Out of the corner of your eye you saw him look down at himself, almost in surprise.

Then reality itself warped as the space around him blurred and from one blink to the next he was wearing a lush light green jacket. "Is this better?"

His eyes danced in amusement but it was clear there were things hidden behind them. Not convinced it was safe, but no longer thinking he was a deranged killer you held your ground. For the time being. Cautiously you noted, "You kept the crown."

At this he feigned apology. "Yes, that is something I can't get rid of. I am a prince after all."

Peering closer you saw that what you thought were simple twigs woven together had the shine of golden leaves as well. Clearing your throat you had to ask, "Wh-what are you?"

"A wood spirit."

"Like Pan or something?"

"Pan is a wood spirit but not all wood spirits are Pan."

"Mm, but perhaps all wood spirits have silver tongues."

His playful smile held a warmth that curled in your belly. "Perhaps."

Flustered you asked, "So...what do you want from me?"

"You are a foundling, are you not?" His tone implied he already knew the answer.