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1. KILLIAN
Though this isn't the realm she calls home, sometimes it's hard to believe it.
Tink is comfortable in both worlds, and she's not afraid to admit that this one has it's perks. She can't go without the fae who understand her, nor the other creatures who challenge her. To have the best of both worlds, she has to have one foot in each. It's a lovely treehouse that she's built as her home in London, solid and strong, and cleverly crafted to have all that she needs. She feels safest when she's protected by the cover of trees, and having a house made out of them suits her, even if London was an admittedly odd choice of location. When she can't be there, she invites herself to Killian's space, though today, she's invited him to hers.
Unfortunately, Pixie is becoming more daring all the time, and the trees are too much temptation for the little gray kitten. She's found herself a comfortable branch to perch on, enjoying the worried looks of her owners. There's no opportunity for her to use her magic out here, and while she could simply climb it herself, someone has to stay on the ground to catch her, if it comes to that. It makes more sense to have him do it, so she reaches for the pirate's hand, eyes pleading to match that miserable frown. He may claim not to like the cat, but she's become as much his responsibility as she is Tinker Bell's. She's their kitten, isn't she?
"Can you get to her?" she asks, although it's more will you than can you. He can, there's not a doubt in her mind. Even before he became a vampire, he knew how to survive out in a place like this. If he can't, she will - but it's hard to focus when she's overcome with concern for the poor little thing. She should have been keeping an eye on her. It's the pirate's fault for distracting her.
2. OPEN
It's a well-known fact that Tinker Bell loves spending time in the park. Today, she sits on a blanket, shaded by a large tree, with little Pixie sleeping on her lap. She's also reading an interesting book that might be making her laugh out loud every once in a while. Tink is in a good mood, and wouldn't mind a bit of conversation, but for now, she's amused on her own.
3. OPEN
{wildcard option. leave me a prompt and I'll happily play it!}
Though this isn't the realm she calls home, sometimes it's hard to believe it.
Tink is comfortable in both worlds, and she's not afraid to admit that this one has it's perks. She can't go without the fae who understand her, nor the other creatures who challenge her. To have the best of both worlds, she has to have one foot in each. It's a lovely treehouse that she's built as her home in London, solid and strong, and cleverly crafted to have all that she needs. She feels safest when she's protected by the cover of trees, and having a house made out of them suits her, even if London was an admittedly odd choice of location. When she can't be there, she invites herself to Killian's space, though today, she's invited him to hers.
Unfortunately, Pixie is becoming more daring all the time, and the trees are too much temptation for the little gray kitten. She's found herself a comfortable branch to perch on, enjoying the worried looks of her owners. There's no opportunity for her to use her magic out here, and while she could simply climb it herself, someone has to stay on the ground to catch her, if it comes to that. It makes more sense to have him do it, so she reaches for the pirate's hand, eyes pleading to match that miserable frown. He may claim not to like the cat, but she's become as much his responsibility as she is Tinker Bell's. She's their kitten, isn't she?
"Can you get to her?" she asks, although it's more will you than can you. He can, there's not a doubt in her mind. Even before he became a vampire, he knew how to survive out in a place like this. If he can't, she will - but it's hard to focus when she's overcome with concern for the poor little thing. She should have been keeping an eye on her. It's the pirate's fault for distracting her.
2. OPEN
It's a well-known fact that Tinker Bell loves spending time in the park. Today, she sits on a blanket, shaded by a large tree, with little Pixie sleeping on her lap. She's also reading an interesting book that might be making her laugh out loud every once in a while. Tink is in a good mood, and wouldn't mind a bit of conversation, but for now, she's amused on her own.
3. OPEN
{wildcard option. leave me a prompt and I'll happily play it!}
( CLOSED )
It's most certainly more of a would he. He squints against the sunshine, looking up at the sweet gray face that's meowing pathetically down at them like she's utterly baffled as to how she got there. He's a little more hard knock than Tink is when it comes to the kitten. She's capable of jumping where she wants to go, and washing her own face — the fairy does it for her because she likes to, not because Pixie is in dire need of her doting. He thinks Pixie would likely climb down on her own if they let her be and stopped giving her attention for her ill advised adventure, but Tink is not likely to turn back from the kitten now that she's found her.
"We should let her climb down on her own or she'll never learn," he reminded with a frown, before he sighed with a resignation that had nothing to do with the cat. He'd be climbing that tree, because otherwise Lady would, and as determined and capable as she was, he'd rather she not. Surely she'd catch herself before she fell, but on the off chance something went wrong, he'd rather be the one to do the falling. "Give me your sweater." It seemed an off place demand, but the cat would be startled — wrapping her up in something soft that smelled like home would abate her little claws and make it harder for her to wiggle free.
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Tinker Bell blended in a little better than Mab did, Mab generally came across as more of a boardroom shark while the former was giggling and reading a book and snuggling with a kitten. Mab stopped next to Tinker Bell and her shadow fell across the book. It wasn't immediately noticeable as the other Lady was already sitting the shade of a tree but she also brought coolness with her, a balm in the warm summer air. "Lady of Light." Mab's voice did not carry, it wouldn't do to announce what they were, but no one was particularly close by and it was polite to refer to her thus. "You seem right at home in this world."