Yeah but how does nymph Sid thank knight Ovi for kicking prince evgeni into action? By introducing him to his minstrel- niky
Sasha wakes up to a pair of eyes staring at him and promptly screams. He doesn’t manage that for too long either, because the intruder immediately captures his lips in a kiss and very literally sucks the voice out of Sasha.
“Mm? Mmmmh? Mmmmm–” Sasha scratches desperately at his lips, but it’s as if his mouth had been glued shut.
“Are you the Knight named Alexander Ovechkin?” the man in his bed asks. “Please nod if yes.”
Sasha nods and makes more distressing noise. He’s pretty convinced that he’s going to be killed by this gorgeous blond creature. What a fucking way to go.
“My name is Nicklas Backstrom, and I live in the Northern Fields near Sidney’s Pond. I’ve come to deliver a gift of thanks from Sidney.” He plucks a daisy from his hair and places it next to Sasha’s head. “It has healing properties, if consumed.”
Sasha moans, his lips still glued together.
“It won’t wilt, if you’re worried about that,” Nicklas assures, then a look of realization crosses his face. “Oh, your voice. Promise me you won’t holler?”
Sasha nods quickly, and he really shouldn’t be as surprised as he is when Nicklas leans in again for a kiss that unzips his mouth.
“Why?” Sasha rasps out. “How you even get in? Magic? Portal?” He gasps. “You watch me sleep whole night?”
Nicklas frowns. “You didn’t lock your front door.”
“Are all humans as trusting as you?” Nicklas asks, making himself a space on Sasha’s bedsheets. “No wonder you all die so quickly.”
“Nicky. I want to go to sleep again. The sun is barely up.”
Sasha means for him to fuck off back to whatever field he hailed from, but Nicklas only tilts his head in confusion, then pulls a lyre out of apparent thin air. “Shall I play you a lullaby? As an apology, of course.”
And well, there’s worse things to endure than being lulled to sleep by a nymph.