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The Fairy Pond

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cotestuck:

You smile and gratefully place your hand in his, giving it a trusting squeeze.

"Thankya, Dahlin." you purr, flicking your ears up and relaxing as the shade enveloped you both.

You shake your head. “No need to thank me.”

You pass a couple of white-tailed deer. They hardly even flick an ear as you go by. Animals, after all, did not fear fey, except those in the wild hunt.

And you don’t allow members of the wild hunt in your territory. They make too much of a racket for your liking.

"The’ell d’ya want me t’say, shugah? Ah appreciate y’brringin’ me." you purr, leaning forward to nuzzle his shoulder.

"Makes me happy, bein’ in y’comp’ny ‘gain."

The Fairy Pond

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cotestuck:

"Wuddja mind ‘f ah came oout w’ya this wintah?" Guiding the lost back to safety was something that made him feel happy and fulfilled.

"Ah’ve watched froom th’trree a few times."

"Of course you can," you say, turning back to look where you’re going as you enter the forest. You reach back to offer your hand to hold, though. "The company would be welcome."

You smile and gratefully place your hand in his, giving it a trusting squeeze.

"Thankya, Dahlin." you purr, flicking your ears up and relaxing as the shade enveloped you both.

The Fairy Pond

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You purr softly in his arms, which is more to say you vibrate, making a nearly inaudible noise of contentment.

"Ah dun wanna hide ‘way f’evah…" You murmur as reassuringly a you can muster.

"Jus… c’ain’t handle but wun thing at a time rright noow.."

"That’s fine," you assure her. "It’s not like we’re immortal now or anything. You have plenty of time to get comfortable enough to be outgoing."

"Wuddja mind ‘f ah came oout w’ya this wintah?" Guiding the lost back to safety was something that made him feel happy and fulfilled.

"Ah’ve watched froom th’trree a few times."

The Fairy Pond

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cotestuck:

You can’t help but take him at his word, tilting your head up to look into hid pretty mismatched eyes.

As much as you liked the look of the new green one, it was the the softer warmth of his brown eye you found yourself focusing your smile on.

"Yoou surre?"

"Absolutely," you say definitively. "Nothing wrong with it at all. If trolls can be shy, so can faeries."

You pull her gently in to plant a warm kiss on her forehead.

"If you’re more comfortable keeping to yourself, no one will criticize you for it."

You purr softly in his arms, which is more to say you vibrate, making a nearly inaudible noise of contentment.

"Ah dun wanna hide ‘way f’evah…" You murmur as reassuringly a you can muster.

"Jus… c’ain’t handle but wun thing at a time rright noow.."

The Fairy Pond

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cotestuck:

It was a nice thought. You and your brother both going odd in the same way. 

Your oddness just seemed more… leery to you.

He had changed for the better, all smiles and purpose and lighthearted love.

You… had just grown wary and withdrawn.

Avian fey were skittish things, and it wasn’t that unusual for you to want to hide now that others could remember having seen you.

You pause, turning towards her, and touching under her chin. You could sense her wariness.

"Don’t worry," you say softly, reassuringly.

You suspect a part of it is your memories making her so skittish, but you know at least some is just because of her birdlike nature.

"It’s not a bad thing to be shy," you say.

You can’t help but take him at his word, tilting your head up to look into hid pretty mismatched eyes.

As much as you liked the look of the new green one, it was the the softer warmth of his brown eye you found yourself focusing your smile on.

"Yoou surre?"

The Fairy Pond

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cotestuck:

"Noo oone ever thinks too looook up, I swearr too fate." You chuckle, ignoring he fact that he could shapeshift. You had likely forgotten. You like your shape too much to alter it.

"Hven’t nooticed yoou gooing oodd, my loove." you coo, hugging him affectionately around the waist.

"Mm-hmm," you hum, chuckling, but say no more on it.

You purr as she gives you a squeeze around the waist. “I don’t know. Maybe we’ve both gone odd in the same way so you just haven’t noticed. Either way, we’re faeries. We’re expected to be at least a bit strange.”

It was a nice thought. You and your brother both going odd in the same way. 

Your oddness just seemed more… leery to you.

He had changed for the better, all smiles and purpose and lighthearted love.

You… had just grown wary and withdrawn.

Avian fey were skittish things, and it wasn’t that unusual for you to want to hide now that others could remember having seen you.

The Fairy Pond

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cotestuck:

Your tufted ears flick up and angle forward at him as you ease yourself down to ride rather than just being perched on him like a skittish wild thing.

"He says too the enirrly orrange harrpy~" you chuckle, flaring your wings playfully and fanning your tail feathers across his back.

"I was a little woorrried aboout that when we came, but all that’s changed is hoow yoou looook."

You laugh. “Well, I mean, you have a completely different way of hiding yourself,” you point out. “If I want to be stealthy I have to blend in.”

Of course, you’re glossing over the fact you can shape-shift now, but…

"I was worried you and Eirisa would change too," you say. "More or less we haven’t changed. Well… maybe we’ve gotten a little more odd in our own ways, but more or less…"

"Noo oone ever thinks too looook up, I swearr too fate." You chuckle, ignoring he fact that he could shapeshift. You had likely forgotten. You like your shape too much to alter it.

"Hven’t nooticed yoou gooing oodd, my loove." you coo, hugging him affectionately around the waist.

The Fairy Pond

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Tenderly, you trace the mark with your thumb. He was right not to like it, and the things you’d done to the trolls responsible had earned you some friends in the Unseelie court.

"Yoou arre goorrgeoous, my precioous." you purr softly.

"Kheh! Thoough the antlerrs tooook soome geting used too."

For a troll, horns were as personal an identification marker as their faces. You have kept yours, despite several offers of trade. Seemed the Fey liked the color and the softly curving shape.

But they were too much part of you to let go of.

"Naaaah~" You sigh happily in answer to his other question. "Yoou’rre yoou. Just happy and whoole."

You sigh gently as her finger runs across your scar. Even still whenever she touches scars, it feels like she’s softly erasing them. You believe her reassurance.

"Ah, the orange was too loud," you say. "And it was easier to find someone who wanted the whole horn rather than just the color orange."

You smile when she determines you’re still you, just fixed. “I’m actually pretty glad I haven’t changed all that much,” you say. “I know some who come to faerie become entirely different people…”

Your tufted ears flick up and angle forward at him as you ease yourself down to ride rather than just being perched on him like a skittish wild thing.

"He says too the enirrly orrange harrpy~" you chuckle, flaring your wings playfully and fanning your tail feathers across his back.

"I was a little woorrried aboout that when we came, but all that’s changed is hoow yoou looook."

The Fairy Pond

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"Yoou kept yoourr face." You point out, leaning around to kiss it. "I’d have been upset if yoou’d rreplaced that."

"Ootherrwise? This is prroobably the oonly rrealm wherre a prsoon’s boody can rreally rreflect whoo they arre."

"Yoou’ve always been a guarrdian spirrit. Noow yoou looook like oone."

"I’m kind of fond of this face, honestly," you beam, turning your head to accept the kiss. "This scar is really the only thing…"

You trail off, rubbing the scar that runs up and across your eye thoughtfully. You had been able to trade away the blind eye but your scar had proved firmly stuck to your face. You remember the one who had first told you about fey saying some scars cut right into the soul and can’t be removed even by faerie magic.

You don’t remember why, but you don’t really like it. It isn’t a good scar. You suppose now that must be one of the memories that Danide is holding for you.

"Ah, but I’m glad you like what I look like," you say, pushing the thought aside for now and letting your smile return. "But, you don’t think my personality has changed too much, has it?"

Tenderly, you trace the mark with your thumb. He was right not to like it, and the things you’d done to the trolls responsible had earned you some friends in the Unseelie court.

"Yoou arre goorrgeoous, my precioous." you purr softly.

"Kheh! Thoough the antlerrs tooook soome geting used too."

For a troll, horns were as personal an identification marker as their faces. You have kept yours, despite several offers of trade. Seemed the Fey liked the color and the softly curving shape.

But they were too much part of you to let go of.

"Naaaah~" You sigh happily in answer to his other question. "Yoou’rre yoou. Just happy and whoole."

Goin’ Out

excitableeuphoria:

cotestuck:

excitableeuphoria:

AF: ~~~~~hey doll!, Its been a good while so get your mmmm stuff together and i’ll meet you.
~~~~~ we’re mmm goin on a date firedove~~~~

With that sent you smirked down at your hand held for a moment before shoving it in the pocket of your coat and heading out your hive door.
For once you were actually dressed to kill, you wore a pair of your black khaki jeans your yellow and black hightop shoes and your yellow sleeveless zipper hoodie shirt. Hell you literally called it your Frankenstein shirt. It was like the best part of a hoodie and a T-shirt all in one and had ones of pockets while still managing to look fancy as hell.

Either way you were already on your way and headed to pick Risori up reguardless of answer. After all whats a little black rom with out a bit of brash behavior every now and again~

You flick an ear at the buzzing of your mobile device. Likely Del needing you to mediate now that he and Hyaine were talking again.

Apparently you were wrong! 

LD: My shop, not Del’s place. See yoou shoorrtly~

Better to give him the correct location than have him appear on your Auspitee’s doorstep…

He was right, It had been a minute… So you took the time to make absolutely certain you’d impress him.

You didn’t even give him time to knock. The moment you felt his familiar presence, you opened the door, wearing a long, sheer halter top dress the same light blue as your currently irridecent eyes.

For once, your braid was down, leaving your long, dark hair to cascade down your back in ringlets that ended right about level with your soft, round butt cheeks.

"Too what doo I oowe the pleasurre, Vextus~"

You paused slightly as she open, her words almost lost on you.
~~~~oh…trust me mmm with looks like that pleasure mmm is gonna owe you…~~~~
You paused for a moment longer, taking a step back and crossing your arms while  quirking an eyebrow.
~~~~you are seriously sexy mmm as hell…~~~~ buuut mmm uh.~~~

You cleared your throat and adjusted the way you were standing before holding your arm out.
~~~~to uh, get mmm back on topic…we’re going to go out mmm and raise some hell.~~~~
You smiled at her, a small tint lightly dusting your cheeks.
~~~~~and by raise hell i mean go mmm shopping or some shit, i dont know its a big town where i wanna go mmm so i dont know maybe we can go dancing or something…though i think i rather suck at that~~~~
You shrugged lightly as you tossed out your portable transportalizer using your free arm

It’s hard not to laugh while he stares at you and struggles to make words a thing.

"Why thank yoou~" you purr, taking his arm as you step down to join him. Of course there was no way in hell shoes were going to be a thing. Your bare feet didn’t make a sound.

"Dooesn’t materr. We can rraise hell amoong oother hings~ where ever we end up." You chuckle, giving his arm a squeeze and leaning fondly against his side.

"Noo woorrries. I’m a sucky dancerr too! We can embarrrrass oourselves in tandem!"