The Luna Faerie (G/T)

3 - Stay

Home. Somewhere he hasn't been in so long, and will never be again. Where the flowers bloomed so big that him and his friends could slide off the petals, where the currents in the sky were smooth and guiding, where the rushing of the small creek by the main tree lulled him to sleep every night. He smiled into his little cocoon of warmth, remembering his past, but it faded as reality finally struck him.

This was not home.
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Finn tried to calm his hyper breathing, knowing that panicking would only actively make things worse for himself, but he couldn't help it as he heard more footsteps approach. His heart raced in his chest as he quickly realized that those were not the big man's footsteps - instead of the heavy-booted steps that made the floorboards groan, they were quieter, as if they tried to not be there at all.

He craned his long neck upwards to get a better look at the door as it was cautiously opened, but when his eyes fell upon another human approaching him, he felt the adrenaline surge back into him. He writhed on the table, trying to flap and twist and turn and pull himself free, panic blinding him to any pain he was feeling. His efforts were futile however, only managing to rip his wings even more.

Terror struck the little fae as he looked between the damage he'd accidentally caused to himself, and the quickly advancing hand in his direction. He pushed himself farther into the cold hard surface behind him, as if he could somehow meld with the wood and never be touched by another human again.

However, to Finn's surprise, the human didn't grab him or continue the process or crush him like a bug. Instead the pin securing him down was yanked out of its spot, releasing him from his shackles. The fae could only stare in dumbfounded wonder, pondering why one of them would let him go when they had him right where they wanted him. A part of him wondered if it was just some cruel mind game, to push him to his breaking point for laughs, and his eyes whipped up to the human above him in a glare.

But instead of seeing malice and deceit and a thirst for power like he was expecting, there was only the same look he saw earlier. Sympathy and pain. Finn's aggression faltered as he recognized those light blue eyes from the store, which he could see better under the hood now that the other was closer. They stared right at him, but somehow it was.. different. He wasn't being ogled or gawked at or scrutinized, in fact the human wasn't even looking at his wings. He was simply being looked at eye to eye, not as an object, and he didn't know how it made him feel.

Scared was one way to put it-- nothing about a human was reassuring, different behaviour or not, and Finn wouldn't let himself be fooled by them twice. Instantly as soon as the second pin was pulled free he scrambled backwards, wanting to get as much space between the two of them as quickly as possible. Once at a safer distance he readied his aching wings and took flight, only to realize that he actually hadn't. 

Before he could even get three feet off the desk his wings failed him, making him freefall towards the sleek wooden surface with a panicked yelp. His torn wings flapped uselessly trying to catch himself before the impact, but as he braced himself for a bone-crushing landing something lunged into his view. And he landed in something soft.

It took him a second to realize where he was, but when it clicked his heart almost stopped. The human had reached out to stop his fall and was now holding him in both palms, staring wide-eyed. Finn froze to the core, unable to do anything. He couldn't speak or even move his limbs to get away-- instead, he stared back in intense sheer terror.