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[campodegirassois]

[bvnishcd]

“If I am rambling, then I’m rarely looking at anyone,” Alice noted, still trying to determine if she recognized the shadow. “Looking at someone is more likely to be prattling and I try not to do that.” A hint of a pout flickered over her mouth as it disappeared out the door. “Bother,” she muttered.  Turning back to the other woman, she blinked to see her floating.  She tilted her head. “Do fairies get tired when they hover, like people walking or standing?  Or is it more like when someone is lounging and relaxed?”

"so let me get this straight. you ramble without at least pretending to pay attention to the person you’re rambling too? and they say i have bad manners.”

tink sat up, still floating. “it’s more energy than when i’m-” she put her hands up measuring out her approximate regular size, “if that’s what you’re asking. but i don’t really think about it.” she looked at alice suspiciously. “who said i was a faerie?”

[bvnishcd]

Stepping into the tavern, Prince Adam scowled at the crowd of people filling the place, pulling his cloak tighter around his shoulders as he made his way towards the bar. Under any other circumstance, this was far from any sort of place he would have ever found himself in, though given his current situation, and the state of affairs, he’d long ago deduced he’d been left with no other option. 

Adam hadn’t ever been the most popular of people nor Princes, failing miserably at filling his father’s large shoes. The isolation he’d experienced for the entirety of his life seemed to drive him, and no matter how desperately he wished to interact as any other might do, he couldn’t bring himself to let go of the rage which had been festering within him for practically his entire life. 

Stepping to the bar, he motioned to the barmaid, leaning forward to place his order when he heard the growl from behind him. Turning, the Prince lifted his eyebrows, head tilting into the menacing smirk forming upon his lips. “Excuse you?” He replied, the venom lacing his tone obvious. “I’ll grant you one opportunity to amend your statement. Beyond that, what occurs can no longer be considered my responsibility.”

not expecting an actual answer to her threat, tink raised an eyebrow. she looked over at the person and snorted before turning back to stare down the barmaid. “okay old man,” she snipped as she rested her hands behind her on the table. “what are you going to do? bore me to death?”

[bvnishcd]

“Simple manners never hurt anyone,” Alice pointed out, pausing as the other’s path cut in front of her. “And I certainly don’t walk like that.” She tilted her head. “Actually, I don’t believe I have ever seen anyone walk that way.”  Alice narrowed her eyes on a familiar shadow near the door, getting a little distracted - a fact that reflected in her voice. “Would they rather not claw at their ears? Removing their eyes would do nothing do interrupt a true ramble.”

tink clutched her chest dramatically and fell to the ground when alice mentioned manners. being a faerie, she didn’t actually drop to the floor but instead became horizontal in midair.  she rested her chin on her palms, floating in front of alice, “then you need to get out more.” she looked over to see what alice was looking at while simultaneously raising a brow at the question. “if someone started clawing their eyes out in front of you while you were talking you'd continue to talk? sheesh, get your priorities straight, lady.”

[the-yennefer]

[bvnishcd]

Eyebrows going up, Alice stepped back from the rude woman, brushing a hand down her jacket. “Again, my apologies,” she stated in a much more formal tone, one she copied from her mother at her iciest. “I certainly didn’t intend to get in your way.” With that, Alice turned away with every intention of moving on. “Good day to you.”

tink let out a snort and hopped off the table. she followed in the direction alice was heading mimicked her quite obnoxiously. “who talks like that?” she held her nose and pointed it in the air. “again, my apologies. you sound like those old ladies in the market that walk with their butts way too far up in the air. she proceeded to walk around the other girl with her nose up in the air and her butt sticking out. “oh my good sir, can you spare a moment to listen to me ramble on about something boring until you want to claw your own eyes out?”

[bvnishcd]

Alice didn’t often come to the tavern. Some of the people tended to get too into their cups and they could be quite rude. However, she could have sworn she spotted one of her friends slipping through the shadows and through the door. Curious as to just what they might be up to, she followed. Ignoring the conversations swirling around her as best she could, she made her way through the crowd, but didn’t see her friend anywhere. When she paused to consider the best path to take, a voice growled and she turned to find a woman scowling at her.

“Oh, I do beg your pardon,” Alice replied, shifting a bit to one side. “I certainly did not intend to … stand in your way?”

tink’s eyes perked up at the word beg, not understanding the term beg your pardon, but her scowl remained. “well while i always love a good begging, i am trying to concentrate. so if you’ll just-” she reached out and shoved alice to the side only to find that the woman she’d been glaring at was no longer in her line of sight. she let out an annoyed huff. “great, all that work for nothing.”

[bvnishcd]

tink sat, arms crossed on a table in the middle of the tavern. she was staring daggers across the room at the barmaid who’d refused to give her a mug of ale because she ‘looked like a child.’  she could tell that the longer she sat there, the more uncomfortable the woman became. she ventured to guess that the lady would last five more minutes before caving and giving tink the beverage she’d asked for. when someone stood in her line of sight she let out a very inhuman growl.  “move or i’ll decapitate you.”

[cindy-lou]

Peter Pan (1953) Dir. Clyde Geronimi, Hamilton Luske And Wilfred Jackson

[leavesclad]

The Lost Boys had stayed away from the place the locals called the Wild Forest, since they’d walked through it to get to the Shimmer Shire, and Peter knew why. It was darker and more dense than the Neverwood, and it felt heavy and unwelcoming. But it was the closest place he had to somewhere like home, so he spent a lot of time at the treeline, sitting on the ground and stitching leaves together to make hats and shoulder plates for the Boys, the way Wendy had once sewed his shadow back on. He carved sticks to points with his dagger, and practising swordplay against the trees – never actually harming them, of course. He couldn’t hear these trees, the way he could hear the ones back home, but he didn’t want to cut them. He knew they would still feel it.

It was early in the morning, and Peter had flown to the edge of the Forest as the sky was bleeding from light grey to deep orange as the sun rose. He alighted on the ground soundlessly, pulled out his small dagger, and started shadow sparring with the tree, thrusting and cutting in quick motions, imagining it was Hook in front of him. He couldn’t let himself get out of practise, in case the pirate Captain decided to leave Never Never Land too, and they crossed paths.

He heard leaves rustle behind him, and spun around quickly, holding the dagger out, defensively. One of the Lost Boys, come to find him? His old enemy, the Captain? Or one of the locals he’d mostly stayed away from in the month since he’d arrived in this place?

[bvnishcd]

tink hadn’t slept very much since the move which was to be expected in a new place. but there was also the fact that she wasn’t used to sleeping while being over five feet tall and that seemed to be happening more often than not recently. giving up on just lying around, she went to see if peter was awake, seeing as if literally anyone else were awake, everyone would know about it.

it didn’t take long to figure out that peter wasn’t actually in the house so she figured she’d go look for him. flying when you were at least four whole feet taller than usual was no easy feat but eventually she found him in the forest fighting a tree.

“and what did that tree ever do to you?”

[opcndoorpolicy]

Having arranged delivery to the estate, Anna thanked the stall owner with a smile before continuing on with her shopping. The novelty of being able to go out and purchase things for herself, to interact with all the people in the marketplace, still hadn’t worn off. Even before her parents had closed off the castle it had never been so lively, with things being so controlled and everyone on their best behavior.

Of course, the best part of shopping was the faster she got through her weekly allowance, the sooner she got to talk to Elsa. It wasn’t quite the sisterly bonding she was looking for, but she would take a lecture on fiscal responsibility over nothing at all. Which was why she found herself stopping at yet another eye-catching stall, every inch covered in brightly colored fabrics. Here Anna was quick to snatch up the loudest, tackiest green scarf she could find and wrap it around her neck before turning to a nearby fellow shopper, “What do you think? Can I pull it off?”

[bvnishcd]

tink was a superb liar. however, she had absolutely no filter, wasn’t generally very polite, and had very little understanding of conversational etiquette. she in no way understood that this was a situation in which you were supposed to lie.

just last week she’d found out that you’re supposed to wait for people to finish talking and that interrupting was frowned upon. the other day someone told her it was bad form to move away from someone when they were in the middle of speaking and even worse form to then tell them that it was because they were boring. there were too many rules, and quite frankly, tink didn’t care for rules.

she bit into a piece of bread she’d swiped like it was an apple and chomped on it. “you look fucking ridiculous,” she announced with a full mouth.

[bvnishcd]

“Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Faeries have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.”

given name: tinkerbell

preferred name: tink

birthday: june 12th

age: unknown

zodiac: gemini

pronouns: she/her

hair color: platinum blonde

eye color: green

height: varies

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[ahtohallanhq]

you knew it was coming, you saw your home with the faeries die before you as you all fled for a new home  — somewhere, perhaps, the darkness had not taken. though you believe more then anyone that you can somehow save the pixie hollow and return once again. you’re headstrong and temperamental, but that’s what some say make you who you are.

❧ TINKERBELL

age & birthdate: 21

birthplace: PIXIE HOLLOW

occupation: N/A

time in ahtohallan: A MONTH

faceclaim: FREYA ALLAN

❧ BEFORE AHTOHALLAN

tink has had a long life. unfortunately she doesn’t remember most of it. most of that has to do with neverland’s ability to make its inhabitants forget things they aren’t constantly exposed to. but the fact that pixie hollow was destroyed by the darkness long ago doesn’t help the situation. 

once in awhile someone would mention it and tink’s head would tilt similarly to a dog that just heard someone say something about a walk but she didn’t know why. when the darkness finally came for neverland, tink began to have moments where she felt like she’d experienced it before. but trying to remember was strenuous and most of the time she found that she’d rather just not.

❧ AFTER ARRIVAL

tink is relieved that the people she cares about are safe with her in ahtohallan. she knows peter is not dealing with it as well as he pretends to so she does her best to keep him and the others distracted. however, since being away from neverland, memories of her past have started to resurface. as a result she’s been experiencing constant headaches and it’s becoming very hard to keep her friends distracted when her head is already pounding.

❧ CONNECTIONS

PETER PAN  — best friend you’ve known him as long as you can remember, you both saved each other in a strange way and though it wasn’t always heard of for faeries and humans to become the best of friend, the two of you have done just that. you’re a package deal, and never without the other.

WENDY DARLING — rival your best friend seems to care for this woman, but you most certainly do not. to you, she’s arrogant and confidant, and she’s taking what’s left of your world away from you. you play nice, for peter’s sake, but you rather be done with her all together.

MERRYWEATHER — friend another fairy like you, with just as much sass in her words and disdain for those you don’t like. you two are a gossiping bunch, conspiring against those you don’t link for the favor of those you do.

THE ROLE OF TINKERBELL IS CLOSED

[izzy-hands]

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