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PART 1 HERE PART 2 HERE SUMMARY: Ella and Bambi go in search of Willa, and then they say goodbye NOTES/TWs: Missing children/kidnapping Dated early morning 31/05/2020 Alternatively titled: To save a life I didn’t have

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PART 1 HERE SUMMARY: Bambi goes into the forest looking for his sister, and finds a fairy with informatio NOTES/TWs: Missing children/kidnapping  Dated early morning 31/05/2020 Alternatively titled: Into the trees with empty hands @bbambi-deerest @chasing-sunshinx

SUMMARY: Ella wakes in the night to find her daughter missing NOTES/TWs: Missing children/kidnapping is the biggest thing otherwise it’s just Emotional Dated early moring 31/05/2020 @arthur-of-camelot @incredible-dad @bbambi-deerest

“A soft blanket and a gay disposition are the essentials.” From The Campus newspaper of Middlebury, 1964.

The beautiful backgrounds of Disney’s ‘Bambi’(1942), drawn in a impressionist style. Tyrus Wong was the visual development artist for this film. Wong was able to create a distinctive look for the movie, which posses an almost mystical quality.

Terra had always believed variety was the spice of life. That’s why his exercise routine included outings at least twice a week, where he either went for long walks or jogged. Usually, he would jog near Atlantis Lake, because the view was simply fantastic. He would rest in the cool shade of the trees near the entrance to the forest that so kindly blocked the morning sun, hearing the birds sing and the wind ruffle the leaves of the trees.

One such day, the man was stretching after a productive jog. His yellow-and-white striped tank top felt like it stuck to him because of the sweat. But that was good: Sweat meant effort!

He was doing the usual: Favouring leg stretched, but also making sure his arms and upper body got the proper attention. In most circumstances, being so concentrated would force him to ignore everything that happened around him.

This time, however, the voice that called out from the forest was familiar, and not in the regular way. He noticed because his heart did beat a skip, and he could feel his cheeks reddening. He had to thank the fact that he had been working out for being able to hide it.

Terra turned to find the very vision from his dreams: A young man with bright eyes, uncharacteristically leaning against the trees as if he was completely confident in his words.

“I would tell you that line is horribly overused and uncreative,” he responded, then smirked. “But its factual nature means I should commend your creativity instead.”

He stood there looking at the not-so-stranger for several seconds while the breeze blew between them. “I still really like your eyes,” he concluded.

Bambi really hadn’t meant for it to sound flirty. Honestly, he was surprised that he was even capable of kind of, sort of, sounding flirty at all. He hadn’t flirted with anyone in...so long. He’d forgotten about that side of himself. It was, perhaps, not even a forgotten part of himself, but one that was lost. It didn’t feel right to flirt. 

Not only because he had a job to do now. A job that would never allow him to have a family. (He could, he supposed, if he wanted--but he would not want to tether anyone to Swynlake. He would not want to curse a child with the same curse of a legacy he had.) 

Didn’t matter though because his stupid brain had him flirting anyway!

Haha!

Fuck him.

The tips of his ears were red and he was stiller than someone who was casually leaning against a tree would usually be, but he refused to revert back to himself when he’d been sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen--when a boy flirting with him sent him into a tizzy.

“Got ‘em from my mum,” Bambi said, with a little shrug. It was true, though. Those eyes of his were Willow Basurto’s all the way. His heart warmed at the thought. Her death long ago enough now that talking about her was like honey on his tongue.