Tony was always the curious one. He was the one that Queen Clarion would lightly scold whilst hiding a smile behind her hand. Tony couldn't help it, he was a tinker, it was in his nature to be curious. His curiosity might have killed him this time though. However, he could die knowing what Winter Wood looked liked, the way snow felt as it melted against his cheek and the way his wings looked glittery amidst the light bouncing off the icicles. One of the worst things about his situation wasn't that he was going to die, it was more the fact that his wings were most likely going to break before he died and Tony didn't want to live in a world where he couldn't fly, so he'd guess it was a good thing death was surely close to follow.
Death wasn't as frightening as everyone seemed to think it was. As a fairy it was almost impossible for you to die (Immortal beings tended to be hard to kill) but there were always ways and whilst most fairies feared the fact that they could die, Tony felt almost accepting of it. It seemed fitting that Tony would die in the cold considering people always called him cold hearted, whispering behind closed doors about how his new blue heart was just representing who he was on the outside - a cold, mechanical fairy. If he truly wanted to, Tony was sure he could come up with a way out this - he wasn't a tinker for nothing after all - but as the frost sank in, Tony's mind felt more numb. His wings lay folded against the snow and Tony closed his eyes and waited for the warm embrace from death. Instead, he was greeted by a yelp as someone tripped over him.
Tony sat up in shock, his hand flying to hold his ribs where the fairy (Who had been walking, may he add) had tripped over him when he had been ready for death. Any sarcastic comment died on his lips when he saw the winter fairy sit up, a pile of snow on chocolate curls, rose pink lips twitching as if he was fighting off a smile and his wings fluttering in obvious delight. He was beautiful. Tony had to have him.
Tony's fingers gripped tighter into the snow as his beautiful boys smile died when he saw the state Tony was in.
“Oh my god! Are you okay? What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!”
Tony was then scooped up like a child as the fairy started to fly quickly to the border. When he reached the border he flew across, placing Tony gently on the grass, only stopping for a moment the run a hand through it with a look of amazement on his face before he zoomed back to the border and stopped.
“Don't you think you should call someone?”, he asked Tony, biting his lip.
“Nah, I should be fine now that I'm back in pixie hollow.”
The boy sighed, hopefully in relief.
The boy turned away to go but Tony couldn't just leave it like that.
“I'm Tony, well Antony, but everyone calls me Tony-”
The boy, Peter, helpfully cut in before Tony could make a bigger fool of himself.
Peter blushed prettily and stuttered, “Sure.”
That was the first time Tony had crossed the border. Granted, it hadn't been his last but by his second visit Tony had tinkered himself something to keep himself warm and when he couldn't get warm he had Peter to cuddle up to (Who was surprisingly warm for a frost fairy). Him and Peter fell in love and people no longer whispered about him behind his back (Peter was one scary fairy). Peter had a way of making Tony feel lighter than air and if this was love, Tony didn't want to come back down.
