Prompt Number five: First Time.
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He feels it.
In his belly.
He is not stupid nor blind. He sees the way the Pooka looks at the Winter Spirit and how the looks are returned.
The young Guardian had become like a son to him in the short time since he had become a Guardian. Twenty three years on and the two had developed a relationship which often resulted calling the other 'son' or 'dad'. One occasion even had the younger calling him Daddy after a nightmare.
Which only serves to make him feel protective now that the Guardian of Hope was expressing an interest in courting the younger Guardian.
Which what had led him to do this.
It is a first, though.
The Pooka is pinned against the wall, ears laid back in terror and his green eyes as wide as they could possibly go. One sabre in resting almost relaxed under his chin.
He's never seen the Pooka so scared or listening this closely to him.
"You listen close, da? You will treat him right, be nice, give him what he deserves. If you do not, I will be having new Pooka rug for my workshop."
The terrified Pooka swallowed nervously and nodded.
It was the first time he had ever seen the Cossack look that deadly while smiling casually.