#tinyfaries

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Angharad flew over to Gwen and landed on her head with a soft peep.

She’d been focused on her work intently enough that even that tiny peep from her fairy caused her to flinch. Not wanting Ang to worry about the ongoing case and hoping not to disturb her balance with much further movement, Gwen closed the tab she’d been staring at and used her friendliest, most reassuring tone instead,

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Ang would have flitted up to Gwen and landed on her head, snuggling into her hair with a small chirp. She was then followed by all the other fairies who all landed on her shoulders, arms, and pretty much anywhere they could sit.

“Oh!” Gwen laughed softly. ‘Startled’ wouldn’t be the right word. The fairies didn’t make her jumpy the way Myfanwy did flying overhead sometimes. Theirs was more of a comforting presence than anything but she hadn’t been expecting this much attention all at once. Hoping it was an affectionate gesture and not the group needing her protection from a yet unseen threat, she spoke calmly, “I feel like a chosen one. Is everything okay?”

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The fae cocked her head, looking the other over curiously for a moment before trying to repeat his name. It came out sounding closer to ‘cap-ann-chaak-arn-ess’ as she gestured at him with a tiny little hand.

She wiggled her fingers in response to his hello and whistled, gesturing at her self in the same manner. That was her name.

Jack continued to hold his smile, curiosity getting the better of him as he watched her move about. She was very cute and rather pretty for how tiny she was. Though he supposed that was all a part of her charm.

Raising both brows, Jack did a small little bow -careful to avoid hitting her- and winked. “It’s lovely to meet you,” he repeated before imitating her whistle in his own tone. “That is your name, right?”

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There is a tiny fluttering around his head. Almost like an insect. Until it stopped right in front of the tip of his nose. A tiny lady with dragonfly wings, no taller then maybe three inches. She poked his nose with her index finger. (tinyfaries)

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Jack’s first instinct was to swat at the bug that kept fluttering around his face. He was just about to smack his own face to get it to go away when he realised that it wasn’t a bug after all… and that it was a she. “Oh!” Jack stood back and raised a brow before grinning. “Well hello to you, Captain Jack Harkness and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

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Angharad is peeping quietly from inside of Gwen's purse, she had snuck in there to try and go home with her.

If Gwen hadn’t grabbed the lipstick she normally kept in her desk drawer at the last second, her evening might have gone much differnently. As it was, she moved to drop the tube into her bag and startled. “Ang, no way,” she was somewhere between objecting and pleading even if there was a slight laugh in her tone. “I’m sorry. Not tonight. I’m already late.” 

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Angharad chirped softly from her mug to attract Gwen's attention.

It was one of those godawful days where the work had taken a toll on Gwen both physically and emotionally. She was typing her account of the victim’s death and her own fruitless actions and had paused to rub at her watering eyes. She looked down at the insistant chirp and somehow managed a smile, “Hey.” 

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(( @tinyfaries liked for a starter - it’s up to you whether this is Flora or another little fairy. I feel like there are probably a few of them who like to hang around Melissa’s garden.))

Melissa knelt by the strawberry plants in her garden, a basket of ripe red berries in the grass beside her.  Her hands worked gently and deftly, selecting the last few berries to bring inside.  The harvest had been bountiful that year, plenty to enjoy throughout the summer, and now with autumn approaching the last of them would make more than enough jam to last through the winter months.

She reached for one of the last few berries, but drew her hand back when it brushed against something else.  A tiny winged figure, hiding among the leaves.

“Oh!  So sorry, little one, I didn’t see you there.” She smiled and held out a hand to show she meant no harm. “Are you the one who’s been nibbling at my strawberries?” She had blamed snails for the few damaged berries she had found, but hungry fairies also seemed a likely explanation.

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flora would chirp and land on Emmett's head with a soft whistle. (tinyfaries)

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He had been dozing off at his desk, a book open in front of him, a mug of tea and a half-eaten scone on the desk forgotten from earlier.  He shook himself awake at the whistle, startled.

“...wha...?” The slight weight on top of his head made him look up, squinting slightly in the afternoon sunlight filtering in through the window. “...What the...? Flora?” He stifled a yawn, trying his best not to dislodge the small figure perched on top of his head. “Is that you?”