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Thumbelina seemed rather confused, "the border? Warm season?" She queried walking along beside Milori. Hands clasping still at the shawl she wrapped herself further in. This place was indeed beautiful to say the least. "I wonder if Cornelius came through here.." she mused mostly to herself, thinking outloud. After all he was probably looking for her and she was indeed looking for him. Thumbelina couldn't help but fiddle with the ring that was on her finger, the ring he had given her.
"Do you know a Prince Cornelius?" Thumbelina asked, so ma y questions..and she wasn't sure that Milori could even answer them. "Although he is probably riding on his bumblebee rather than flying.." she sighed shoulders slumping "Oh, I wish I had wings.." she sighed sadly. Everyone else seemed to have them but her, or anyone who was her height anyway.
it wasn't ideal to walk, but milori figured offering a ride on noctua was out of the question. "yes, the border. pixie hollow is divided in different seasons." milori explains, questioning eyes flickering towards the other. he'd introduced countless fairies to the winter woods before, but thumbelina didn't appear to be a winter or warm fairy — not that her lack of wings should mean she wasn't a fairy. milori could hardly judge.
"i'm afraid i do not," he responds. "and i fear prince cornelius would not be able to pass through here if he's on a bumblebee. it's far too cold for bees here." at the mention of wings, milori's lips purse into a thin line. it hadn't been long since he'd melted his wing and lost the ability to fly. though it wasn't a loss he dwelled on for too long considering what he'd traded his wing for, it was still a hurdle he must overcome. "wings aren't always what they're cracked up to be."
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' I'm sorry if I am staring...I never met anyone who had the same powers as me, It means maybe I am not alone.' Elsa said towards the other, showing him her own snow/ice powers creating a simple snowman before them, a slight tint of pink on her fair face.
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milori smiles lightly, his eyebrows raising at the sight of a snowman materializing in front of them. he'll admit, he'd never thought to use his talent for something like this before. "no apologies necessary," he says kindly. "actually, you aren't alone at all. there's a whole season with fairies you'll fit right in with."
was it a comfort, to know she wasn't the only one the border called to? or was it another wound in her heart to know that their haunting of the border was truly inevitable. she would have to be the one to never return to the twisted root that connected their worlds, or they'd never be able to endure their suffering. her heart was in winter and it would take everything in her to fight it, but the queen knew she must. a smile graced her rosy lips as he assured her, the weight of him resting on her head was something she focused fiercely on, memorizing how it felt to be held like this so she could dream of him at night. " i wish i knew how to be clarion and queen of pixie hollow. " she mused. of course, she had only just become the latter. she hadn't even had the chance yet, surely, it would come with time. time she could have spent with him instead.
" i hope you are right, milori. " clarion sighed, " but . . . petra and artemis have each other. " of course, she was happy for her two closest friends. she had watched them dance around each other for a decade before finally admitting to any feelings between them ⸻ but now, instead of just overwhelming joy for them, clarion's heart also ached at the sight. they were so happy together. it was bittersweet to watch, to know what they had is what she couldn't.
her own question had brought a surge of anxiety to the queen, worried that she had asked a question she did not want to know the answer to ⸻ but she breathed a sigh of relief as her gaze locked with his, his words insisting he was not angry with her. " i miss you too. " she said in kind, her hand coming up to softly touch his chilled cheek. her bottom lip trembled as he mentioned so long as she was safe. " i failed to keep you safe. " the queen uttered softly. " and i am so sorry. "
"in time, i'm sure you will." milori says with a small smile. from the moment he'd first met clarion, he'd been enamoured with her — beauty, stubbornness, the devotion she has for the good of others. there was nothing clarion couldn't do in his eyes. she need just believe in herself as he believes in her. "you are on the right track already, queen clarion."
he offers her a teasing smile — one he seldom wore nowadays, but it seemed his love's presence was enough to coax it out of him. "of course i'm right." he says, nudging her shoulder in jest. "they may have each other in one way, but they both have you in a friend."
the moment clarion's hand touches his cheek, his entire body feels warm. he leans into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as if to burn this feeling into his memory, heart, soul — everything in him yearned for clarion. milori's eyes flutter open again, and he's met with clarion's trembling lips and misty eyes. "don't," milori frowns, shaking his head lightly. "you know i don't blame you for what happened. you don't have to apologize for anything. please, if this is truly the last time i'll see you —" his eyes darken. milori knew in his heart that it must be, but to vocalize it aloud felt damning. "— i need you to relieve yourself from that guilt. promise me, clarion."
Thumbelina tilted her head a little, she looked up at him..wait-he was her size! Had she found the vale that her friend had spoken of? "..winter has a lord?" Thumbelina asked, "oh! I am Thumbelina" she replied offering a gentle smile. She wrapped her shawl further over her shoulders, shivering a little in the cold breeze. Tiny feet crunching in the snow.
"I did not know that Winter had a Lord, Jacquimo never told me that before, and he knows a lot of things" well in comparison to her. Thumbelina huddled her chest, fairly sure that she couldn't feel her feet or the tips of her fingers. "The snow is very pretty..but it is very cold"
milori takes a moment to asses the girl, taking quick notice that while she was the size of a fairy, she lacked wings and the immunity to the cold as winter and frost fairies possessed. a contradicting and curious find, really — milori isn't sure how to take it. "nice to meet you, thumbelina." he says, his brows furrowing in mild worry.
"only recently," milori admits. he was only getting used to the title himself. "i used to be called the warden of the winter woods. it's a new change, so i understand if it hasn't caught on just yet." not that he knew of jacquimo himself. "indeed... did you cross over from the warm season?" he begins to ask, and then he shakes his head. the other was noticeably shivering and he was interrogating her — where were his manners? "my apologies, thumbelina. come, let's get you warmed up."
if looks could wound, the way the lord of winter looked at her now surely would have driven a stake through her ⸻ clarion remained still, her hands holding close the cloak that covered her golden wings; their light was the dimmest they'd been in a long time. her crystalline eyes narrowed, weighing what the right thing to say was and unfortunately, there was no right thing. " you know i do. " she murmured softly, unable to tell if he believed her or not. even if he didn't want to believe it, for reasons clarion could not fathom, that didn't change how deeply she felt her words to be true.
the queen of pixie hollow sadly smiled ⸻ what a sweet notion, that one of them perhaps had learned to suffer less then the other. she'd be lying if she claimed she hadn't quietly wished the same for milori, that his ache would be eased by something or someone over the centuries. " i'm glad i haven't. " clarion insisted, " i ache every day for what i lost, for what you ⸻ " she couldn't help how her gaze shifted to his broken wing for a mere moment, " ⸻ lost. " the word had caught in her throat. everything he had lost was her fault, and though she knew that, the remembrance was soul crushing each time. suddenly, she couldn't blame him if his heart had changed. everything she had done only made his life more difficult, more challenging.
" i wouldn't change that, milori. " she regained her composure, " yes, my heart aches, but that ache reminds me that i had something so wonderful. " clarion stepped closer, her cheeks kissed pink by the chill in the air ⸻ like they had three hundred and eighty years ago. " the only thing i would ever change is how much you have suffered because of me. "
for as long as they'd been apart, milori could see it in the queen's eyes — the truth that they'd both been holding onto the past. their past. for him, it was something he held dearly close to his heart. oftentimes throughout the years, milori wondered if the queen had been doing the same. it's hard to tell if the feeling of knowing she had was of relief or guilt — maybe he could hold both emotions at once.
milori's forehead creases, brows furrowing as it seemed what he was hearing was that clarion still blamed herself for what had happened to him. it had always been milori's choice. if he had the option to go back and relive the past, he would choose to save clarion time and time again. there was no question to his decision, not even knowing all that he did. "clarion," he begins to say, but his frown only deepens as the queen continues on. "i said it before and i will say it again because it remains the truth even now: weighed against your life, my wings mean nothing. i will make that trade every single time. i made that choice — do not hold that decision on your shoulders." he draws his gaze up, his brown eyes staring openly into his love's. milori swallows hard before he adds quietly, "the only loss that haunts me is you."
Queen Clarion and Lord Milori ✨❄️
@tcbefearless said: “ Who are you? ”
so used to his old title, milori nearly introduces himself as the warden. thankfully, he catches himself, quick to self-correct and say, "milori, lord of winter." he dips his head in greeting. "and you are...?"
𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 ⸻ an independent and selective writing blog for lord milori from the disney fairies franchise with heavy influences from the novel wings of starlight by allison saft. this blog is multiship, oc and crossover friendly, and will contain spoilers from saft's novel. interactions are open to muses and muns twenty-one and up. lovingly penned by mae ( she/her, 25+ ).
clarion was taken aback by his apology ⸻ she regretted what had happened to him all those years ago, but she did not regret how the memory of him always lingered in her mind. " don't do that. " her voice was barely above a whisper, as she took a step towards him, out from the cover of the dust tree's hollow. did he have regrets now? was centuries of being unable to fly enough to change his mind? clarion's heart sank at the very thought. was she clinging onto something that had died and she didn't know it?
" nearly four hundred years, and you are still the greatest thing i've ever lost. " it had to be said, because if not now, then when? the pixie dust tree was either about to be dead or not and he would return to winter ⸻ out of her grasp once again. the way he looked at her only a day or two ago at the border had been seared into clarion's mind, becoming all she could think about. " even if this tree dies today and no faerie ever flies again; it would still be you. " she could lose all of pixie hollow to rot and the loss still wouldn't equal the agony of having to say goodbye to him, the pain of living with what she caused ⸻ his broken wing, staring her in the face each time his back was to her.
milori's brows furrow at the queen's words, soft yet commanding. it's a moment like this that he's reminded how long it's truly been — the once young princess and queen to be was gone. now, in front of him, was the queen who has ruled her realm for centuries, her tone easily slipping into one of authority. his mouth begins to open in objection as clarion steps forward and out of the cover of the hollow and the little warmth it provided, but his words are caught in his throat.
milori looks at clarion, his expression shifting from worry to a tinge of wistful sorrow. memories of them runs through his mind — their first encounter, the first time she stepped foot in winter, the ball where they danced, their first kiss, the night they said goodbye, and the night they allowed themselves to be selfish one last time. milori swallows hard. "surely you don't mean that." he says quietly, disbelieving and believing all at once. his little heart was thudding quickly. it still ached painfully for clarion. "i ... i had hoped you had an easier life than me."
Tinkerbell looked up to Lord Milori her own wings dipping. She had just wanted to show Periwinkle everything in Spring, butterflies and wonders she had not seen before. They had run out of ice, it had worked up until then. "But we are Sisters! We can't just stay apart on seperate borders!" Tinkerbell argued, insisted almost. "There has to be a way!" To say goodbye to Peri caused her own little heart to ache. Yet her wings had wilted, overheated.. "Please.."
safe for his brows furrowing, milori remains firm in his expression and stance on the matter. "i understand, but there is no way. you must remain in the warm season, and periwinkle must remain here." it pained him to keep the sisters apart, but it was for their own good. "i'm sorry. this is the way it's always been."
she laughed softly, bitterly almost, as he countered her tease with one of his own. it felt normal, for just a second. " i tried. " clarion admitted softly. " i told myself i didn't need to come here. " she relaxed in his arms, her sobs having stopped ⸻ though the remnants of them still stained her fair face. her lithe fingers absentmindedly traced the buckle of his cloak, taking in every detail about him she could. what he wore, what he smelled like, what it felt like to be held by him when she was exhausted.
" but . . . " the queen sighed, " no matter what, petra and artemis will always have me in their minds as their queen, even if they don't mean to. " she couldn't blame artemis, it was her job to keep her safe above all and that required a certain level of professionalism but petra ⸻ sometimes her friend let her nervousness get the better of her. with elvira gone, there was a strange feeling in the air. she wasn't just their queen, she was their only queen, and that seemed to dawn on everybody at the same time.
she snuggled in closer to him, savoring the chill on her cheek. " i fear you are the only one left in all of pixie hollow who sees clarion. " her throat tightened at the thought ⸻ because that meant no one else ever would. she would forever be queen clarion to every fairy born hence forth. the way his words came out so serious, miserably even, made the warm fairy frown again.
she let silence hang between after his words, debating what she wanted to say. even with the quiet, clarion never felt more comfortable in her life ⸻ it was peaceful, or it could be, if she wasn't so aware that it was the last she'd ever feel this peace. " are you angry with me? " clarion finally asked, her words barely above a whisper. she wouldn't blame him if he was. in a way, clarion was angry with herself.
milori listens and looks down at clarion intently. his eyes, typically hard and stoic and anticipating the need to make decisions for the good of his realm, was soft and open and solely focused on his love — the way she fiddled with the buckle of his cloak, the way her lashes were still sticky with tears, and the way she smelled of flowers and fruit and sun. the sight of her like this was almost enough for him to forget about the heartbreaking reality that their time together, like this, was running thin.
"i know what you mean." milori replies, knowing quite intimately what kind of pull the border has. there were countless evenings and midnights where he finds himself wanting to linger near the tree root and stare wistfully over at the warmer seasons and daydream of the queen who held his heart. milori rests his chin atop clarion's head as she snuggles closer. "clarion," he begins, his brows furrowing. "you know, you are not just your title. i see you as the queen of pixie hollow and clarion because they can both coexist at once. of course, you'll have your fairies who will see you as just their leader, but to those close to you? i'm certain they see you, too, as i can." though, selfishly, he hoped it wasn't like exactly how he saw her.
it surprises him when clarion asks if he was angry at her. so much so, that it takes him a second to understand what she was truly asking. milori pulls back slightly, just enough so he could gaze into her eyes. "no, clarion. i'm not angry at you." milori says surely. while it was clarion's idea to keep their realms and each other apart, milori understood — he agreed. too much would be at risk if they continued on as they had. milori couldn't fathom clarion getting hurt, and the simple thought of losing her like that kept the misery he felt being away from her at bay. "i miss you, of course. and i feel ... it hurts, sometimes. but i know of duty well, and so long as you're safe..." his words were harder to find. "i'm not angry. i promise."
@tcbefearless said: “ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
it seems as though, as of late, milori's expression had been frozen into a frown of worry and anxieties ( though, in true milori fashion, he likely didn't exude such anxieties ). "you have done enough." milori says sternly, though not unkindly. "periwinkle's wings should heal, but it was dangerous to cross the border — there are laws in place for a reason."
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁₊˚✧ ﾟ. continued. / @brokenwinged
she should be further into the core of the pixie dust tree, staying warm and keeping safe ⸻ but clarion can't bring herself to do so. she stands at the edge of the opening, turned to the side, towards the inside of the tree where her warm faeries huddled; terrified.
the question had slipped out so easily, purely impulsive ⸻ the young princess she had been when they met showing herself for the first time in centuries. clarion held close the feathered cloak he'd placed around her shoulders as if she was holding him. her gaze had already been on him when he turned 'round; the sorrow in his eyes making her chest feel tight. " so do i. " she softly said. clarion let the eery silence the cold brought to the tree hang in the air for a moment.
from the frenzy of gathering as many frost and winter fairies after dewey had informed him of tinkerbell's plan, milori had little time to emotionally prepare himself for the reality that he was not only in the realm of the warm fairies for the first time since he had crossed with clarion on owl-back, but face-to-face with his love in centuries.
of course, the silent look they exchanged a day or so ago at the border was ( at the time ) emotionally debilitating in itself, but to speak to clarion? to be this close? to share the space, breathe the same air? bask in the light she emitted? nothing could prepare his heart for this.
there's pain in his expression as clarion shares the same sentiments. milori hoped it were not the case. to dwell on their past and what could have been for them... it was a load he hoped clarion would not continue to carry. she already had so much on her shoulders. "my apologies," milori says. "though i hope you think of our past fondly."
