Nature. The one thing that Tango could never seem to get his head out of.

A long, long time ago, Tango could communicate with nature. Control it, bend it like another limb.

That time has long since passed.

But that doesn't mean that Tango doesn't remember it. No, he remembers it very well. And he'd be a liar if he said he didn't miss it. Now he was as closed to the elements as any other human.

This was the price he paid for falling in love.

Don't get him wrong, Jimmy was everything he could've ever wished for and more in a lover; Sweet, caring, and willing to understand Tango even when he himself didn't.

Tango didn't deserve the man, that was for sure.

But Tango could still feel the magic, just below the surface, thrumming in him like a drum, like his own heartbeat. It got fainter every day, as Tango's love for Jimmy got stronger.

Love or magic. That was what the world seemed to be telling him. Not both. Choose one.

Tango would've chosen Jimmy in a heartbeat, if losing his magic didn't feel this awful. It was like losing a piece of himself, like his life force was being stripped away from him, leaving him with an emptiness that even Jimmy's love couldn't fill.

Tango would never tell Jimmy what was going on. He knew for a fact that the sweet, loving man who cared for others more than himself would leave him if he knew that his love was affecting Tango like this. He would leave him to try and make it better, even though it would hurt them both.

So maybe that's why Tango was laid in a clearing in the forest, far away from any human civilization, staring at the clouds in the sky with a carefully crafted uncaring expression.

He heard the wind whistling in his ears, he felt the bugs crawling through his hair, and he longed to be able to understand them, to speak with them like he had when he was more fae than human.

The earth felt as if it were consuming him, sucking him in, attempting to awaken it's lost child.

If only Tango's love for Jimmy would allow that to happen.