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“ garden fairies come at dawn, bless the flowers then they’re gone. “
more creatures / requested by @confusedmixedkid
(please do not claim as your own or remove my caption!)
sodoffyabuggers:
It really wasn’t. That was the thing; he’d done a LOT of stupid shit before. Did he have anything with him just in case? A scalpel he always kept in his pocket, some pain pills, the necklace Devang gave him that had a rune of protection on it… a couple of coins, a rock that he’d found on the trail before he’d met up with Basil and thought looked kinda cool cuz there was a hole in it….and and half a snickers bar.
Pure survival shit.
He sighed after rummaging through his pockets. What ended up convincing him was the note of challenge in the other’s voice. WAS this the most perilous thing he’d ever done? Not by far. Was it probably still pretty stupid. Yes. Was he gonna do it anyway?
….Yes.
“Awright. Fine. Let’s go.”
While the good doctor is rooting through his pockets, Basil takes the opportunity to get a better look at him. They saunter close, then start to round a circle around him. Subtlety really isn’t their strong suit. Once they’ve sated their momentary curiosity, the fae stops in front of Worth again, watching him with that same, expectant look.
“Oh, good! Just follow me, then. Not long from here at all.” The fae hums. In an instant, they pivot on one heel and start on down the path. The trail goes from dirt to pressed grass, with curled ferns licking at their calf muscles when the trail gets thinner.
But, as promised, it isn’t too long until they reach the edge of a clearing. The grass is littered with color, stretching further than they can see. The sunflowers in the south still face east towards the treeline. In the middle, though, there’s a ring where the flowers don’t grow. And further in, a circle made with smooth stones.
“Ta da! Beautiful, innit?”
void-dad:
He ponders the offer as he holds out his own cup for more tea. “It’s tempting, but I need some time to consider it. If you dont mind…”
Basil sets the pot back down once either of their cups are full again. But, they scoot it closer to the embers, just to keep it warm while they talk. “Take as much time as you need. You know how to find me now, don’t you?”
amightyfinebartender:
“Of course! It’s sort of soothing~ Feeling a weight pressing on me, it’s nice!” Cecilia responded with a nod, grinning then at their follow up. “Glad to be leaving such an impression on you, it’s what I’m good at,” she said, glad that they still held hands.
Refusing to let go even when they took the step back, she turned to face them properly, even going as far as to follow their step back. Catching their free hand in hers, she held that as well, holding both of their hands. This was nice. Looking down at their joined hands, she rubbed her thumb over their knuckles, her touch soft and gentle.
“Well, yeah. I’d rather stay and get to know you more,” she responded, not looking up at them. She was a little embarrassed at the sudden hesitation to leave, especially when the whole reason she walked with them was to get out of the forest. “I know you won’t, and I know I could, but…I don’t want this meeting to end yet,” she added, glancing up at them before taking a step closer, resting her head on their shoulder gently. It was nice having someone at her height, close enough to her so that she could give a nestle without needing to stretch. “We should have taken a longer route,” she commented, giving a little giggle.
“You certainly have,” Basil chuckles, the corners of their eyes crinkling when they smile. “I think it might be my favorite first impression yet, actually. If I had a calendar, I’d mark that down.” But, they don’t. What they do have, though, is a journal! That has never been used. It just looks pretty.
When Cecilia turns to them again, Basil still looks puzzled. And that expression only worsens when they look down between them, watching the way the woman’s hands carefully ghost their skin, just as soft and gentle as she is. By the time the fae lifts their head again, their face has flushed pink.
“Me?” They parrot. As if that sort of thing was unheard of. Which, really, isn’t very far from the truth. Even nowadays, people are still (rightfully) wary of the fair folk. Too many tales of people getting lost, disappearing into the woods, or tricked by the fae into visiting their realm. Always never to be seen again. But, here’s Cecilia, brazen enough to demand more time with her wily company.
The head on their shoulder is the last straw. Basil relents, freeing one hand to coil its arm around the woman’s shoulders. “Ah, well.. Suppose I could always invite you in for tea. Yes?”
mr-pulvis:
“If ya say so.” He doesn’t sound too convinced as he watches Basil curiously, craning his neck and stepping closer to try and see what exactly it was they were planting into the ground.
Miles wasn’t too keen on being shooed, half watching them from over his shoulder, and eyeing their hand of course, as he sauntered towards the path. “Uh, right. See ya.. soon, I guess.”
And with that, he’s off. Following Basil’s directions he easily comes across the pond which is just plain beautiful. He sits by it for a while, enjoying the scenery and peacefulness of the woods.
He ends up losing track of time though, sun already starting to set, he reluctantly presses on with a quick pep in his step, to the clearing. Impressed with both the variety and amount of mushrooms, he forages and collects what he can in the dying light. He didn’t partially like the idea of being out in the middle of nowhere at night by himself. Making sure he picked enough for Basil too, he puts the ‘shooms into little plastic baggies along with some flowers and herbs he had picked before bumping into the other.
He makes short work of it before circling back on himself, hoping there would indeed be a clear and obvious path to Basil’s home.
Basil just stands there on the path, waving the man off as he trundles down the unmarked trail. No trickery or malice here! The path itself may not be beaten dirt, but it’s easy enough to follow by oneself. Everything is just as lush and green the whole way through. Like autumn had never even touched the forest.
Only once Miles is out of sight do they make their way back to the cabin. They do, after all, need to start working on that stew base! And it’s a good thing they still have some mushrooms on hand to get it started. Especially considering the fae won’t see their company until sundown.
As promised, when Miles returns to the spot where he’d met the fae, there’s one distinct difference. A trail of red-capped mushrooms leading away from the fork. They couldn’t have been there before, but with their size, it should have taken weeks for them to grow. But, here they are.
johnnyxconstantine:
“That’s what I was thinking as well.” He grabbed a bent pack of silk cuts from his coat. He lit one to his lips. He tried to keep the smoke away from Hartley as best he could. He was an addict, but he wasn’t a complete monster. Forty years of smoking cigarettes, two bad lungs here, a new pair there, and he’s still alive and kicking.
The inside of the bar was completely empty. It was furnished alright. There were half drank glasses of alcohol all around. There even seemed to be a game of pool that was in progress as well. If anyone took notice to the big clock on the wall, the hands had stopped moving.
John went to tip a glass over, but it just moved slighty without spilling, as if there was a bit of resistance.
“Bollocks…I just wanted a damn beer.” He went over to the bar but he couldn’t move anything without it being extremely heavy. “Seems we have stumbled into limbo, luv. Sorry about your luck. Good news is that I can get us out of here. At least until the hounds start showing up.”
“Good! I like us being on the same page,” Basil hums, watching the blond for a moment as he lights a cigarette. A little smile creeps back onto their face. Strangely considerate of him to smoke down wind like that.
The moment they walk inside the bar, everything feels off. They feel it from their fingertips to their follicles. If sends a shiver straight down the fae’s spine. When John tries to tip a glass over, well. That just clinches it. This was not a place that they wanted to be.
“Does this happen to you a lot?” They posit, wandering slowly further into the bar. Might as well hop up on one of the jilted chairs while it’s still. Once they’re comfortable on their new perch, they turn their eyes back towards John with a cock of their head. “So, how exactly are you going to get out of this?”
void-dad:
“That could be nice. It would be difficult on my family to suddenly have a new name, so I stick with this one, or my human form’s name when it comes to other dimensions where I can’t appear monstrous.”
He hums. “I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind though.”
The fae seems to take a moment to consider the information, ultimately nodding to themself. Silly thing. Meanwhile, they pluck up the quilted square and brings the teapot back to the little table.
“Then the solution is simple,” Basil hums, pouring more sweet, steaming tea into his cup, “I’ll trade you your name for a better name.”
void-dad:
“It’s not.” He states plainly. “It was a name bestowed to me and nothing else feels right on the tongue. Anywho.”
He offers his hand, as if they were meeting for the first time. “I’m Trashy. May I have another cup of tea?”
For a moment, the fae simply regards the hand, as if reconsidering it all together. But, after the lengthy pause, Basil slips their slighter hand into Trashy’s and nods along.
“You’re right, it’s not nearly as pretty. I should give you a new one sometime.”
void-dad:
It’s a bit like tugging on his hair. He shifts on the stool to stretch his toes towards the fire again and rumbles. “Well, how bout a big thing for tea whenever I stop over? I’ll give you my real name. Not just my human one.”
Finally, the fae reels their inquisitive fingers back in in favor of their teacup. After a small sip, they hum into the steam curling out from the cup, taking a slow lungful of it before they relax again. “Hm.. Alright, Ambrose. You have yourself a deal! And I hope your real name is as charming as the one you gave to me.”
silvertonguedoctor:
Lucien gave a thumbs up, turning the screen for them to see. Hell yeah you look alright, LOOK at you. Clearly not human. So dang pretty it isn’t even fair.
So he opened the photo editing and drew a mustache on them. There you go, now we’re on a closer level. At least in the photo.
The thumbs up alone is rewarded with a smile. And there they are! Looking.. surprised, but. It’s obviously candid. They only stare in further intrigue when Lucien reels the phone back in for a few alterations. Ones that Basil is all too pleased to see.
“I like this picture better,” They chuckle, rubbing a finger against the penciled-in mustache, “You’re clearly an artist.”
void-dad:
“If you start pulling up scales that aren’t ready to go, we’re gonna have problems…” He warns them gently, swishing the very tip of his tail.
“What if I trade you a satchel of my own tea blend? I have one for luck that hasn’t failed me yet. I drink a little, play a scratcher, and always come away with a little extra money.”
“Why would I do that? They’re perfect just where they are,” Basil muses, despite giving one scale a playful tug. It’s hardly enough to loose the scale from Ambrose’s tail.
After some consideration, the fae looks up again, their hand still poised against the shimmering scales on his companion’s tail. “What use would I have for extra luck?”
silvertonguedoctor:
He slowwwwly raised his own hand to wave, staring a little. Listen wtf. You’re cute as a button. What a gorgeous being. Listen that’s not necessarily his thing but he can recognize just a perfect creature when he sees one.
But rude ass that he is, he took his phone out and snapped a photo. He has no self control.
Well, this is strange already. Nevertheless, the fae remains still, all but for a tilt of their head. Not only does the silent staring puzzle them, but with the addition of the phone, they’re perplexed.
“Well, that’s a fine hello,” They chide, drawing closer to possibly take a peek at the screen, “Do I at least look alright?”
johnnyxconstantine:
John takes the hand and gives it a firm shake. He put his hands back in the pockets of his trench. Tie was crooked, white shirt wrinkled, and his face was scruffy from not shaving for a few days. He had been hard at work and personal care wasn’t at the top of his list.
“Hartley. I like that name for some reason.” He gestured to a bar around the corner. “Would you like a drink?”
The fae’s hand is remarkable warm and almost silky soft, and the difference of size is made all the more obvious. But, nevertheless, they give a few firm shakes before letting go again, their smile wider.
“Pleasure to meet you, John,” They hum, pausing to lean aside and peer around the man. Well, it’s a good thing they’re wearing shoes at the moment. Leather sandals will have to do.
“I’d love one or five.”
silvertonguedoctor replied to your post: kicks down the door I’M BACK WHO”S READY FOR TEA
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silvertonguedoctor started following you
Wiggles their fingers in a strange little wave. “More company already?”
