outcastedalchemist asked for Clariace drabbles:
Even more drabbles || ( no longer accepting ) || fastflyingace
[ Mun’s choice: based on an old otp prompt which was on my wishlist and which I can’t find anymore: ]
Rescue Me
{ also tagging you here iviojur }
C R A A S H H. The sound of glass crashing on the floor and millions of tiny fragments spreading everywhere around the floor filled the corridors of the Dust Tree, causing its producer to flinch. Just the fraction of a second later, the fairy contained a cry at the pieces tearing into the soles of her bare feet when she took a small step back.
Ree froze; if she stood still, she wouldn’t step on more broken glass. Hands in the air, she looked around and took in her surroundings; transparent fragments that had formerly been a beautiful jar, work of the glass blower fairies, surrounded her now. If not for the fact that she’d now need to clear the mess she’d made, it wouldn’t have been much of a trouble for any fairy who could simply fly over those…
… only there wasn’t a single particle of pixie dust on her wings, she recalled with a groan.
If accidentally dropping a glass jar precisely when you are wearing no shoes and haven’t poured your daily dash of fairy dust isn’t bad luck, she didn’t know could be, the fairy thought miserably, clueless as to how to get out without gaining more wounds. And so Clarion stood, reluctantly accepting that she’d have to wait for any of her assistant fairies to help her out of that uncomfortable situation, before someone found her and took the chance to scold her Majesty for her habit of wandering around barefooted.
That precise someone had, of course, not missed the loud crash coming from the Queen’s chambers and hadn’t wasted a flap of his wings to get there before anyone else did- he was after all the fastest sparrow man of Pixie Hollow. Sharp, golden eyes took in the scene from the entrance — shattered glass everywhere and the fairy standing in the middle as if petrified — and figured out in no time what had happened. A small smirk formed in Ace’s features as he leaned back on the wooden wall.
"Now, this is something you don’t see everyday. High and mighty Queen Clarion, ruler of Never Land’s fairies, Lady of the seasons on the Mainland, completely trapped and helpless because she left behind her slippers as if she were a little child.“
"Don’t mock me, Ace, I didn’t mean to drop this,” she complained. “I could have perfectly overflown this, anyway, I just need some pixie dust.” Clarion lowered her hands and clasped them in an ( possibly failed ) attempt to look at least a bit more dignified.
He raised an eyebrow. “But you don’t have any.”
"I wouldn’t be here if I had, don’t you think?”
"And yet you intented to carry a jar that was probably too heavy for you to Never Land knows where and for what reason of yours.“
"I just wanted to take it to—”
“Without dust? Couldn’t any of your helpers have done it instead, while the Queen occupies herself with her actual duties and not those of others?” He walked a few steps closer to her but still didn’t raise a finger to help her.
Clarion’s glow turned at faint shade of red. “Very well, I learnt the lesson. Don’t carry things around and always bring your pixie dust with you. Will you now help me out of here?” she asked, raising her arms towards him, but she just gained an amused look from the purple-clad sparrow man.
"Half the lesson, you mean. I think I should leave you here for the rest of the day until you realise what I’ve been trying to get into that stubborn head of yours all this time. Why are you really stuck there?“
The shade of red deepened. “Because I’m wearing no shoes.“
"And what do I need to hear before I get you out of here?” Reluctantly, Clarion shighed and lowered her arms, her hands hidden behind the folds of her dress. “Fine. I won’t leave my shoes behind again.” Ace’s smile widened just a little, a gesture invisible but to the most careful watcher and he flew to hover next to her.
"That’s my Queen,“ he said in a voice nowhere as stern as usual. Softly, he helped her to his arms, holding the fairy as carefully as if she too were made of glass, and pressed his lips to her forehead when she threw her arms around him. “Did you get hurt?”
“Only in my pride,” Ree replied, bare feet swinging as Ace carried her away from the circle of shattered pieces. “Were you really going to leave me there all day?” the fairy asked, as if for a moment she had feared he would.
"Perhaps, if that was what it would take to convince you. I mean it when I say that you should be more careful, you keep causing me headaches,“ he claimed with a severe expression, although his eyes betrayed him. He finally allowed himself to glance at his beloved with a softer look and pecked her nose lightly, as if to reassure her. “But since you promised you’d not walk without shoes again, there was no point in keeping you there.”
Ree grinned, mischief gleaming in her blue eyes. “I never promised I wouldn’t walk barefoot. I kept my fingers crossed,” she announced with a proud smile. And before Ace had any time to complain, she had silenced him with a kiss.
