do you bee-lieve?

               opaque black eyes shift, left to right, a lonely sigh of relief, because seemingly, and finally, mei ling had located the infirmary. the winding halls blind the fae, directions never her strength, and as her pointed shoulders lighten, she is faced with a new task: introducing herself. an enchanted voice barely creeps past rosy lips. “ i-identification ? “ it squeaks, accompanied with a head tilt to the left. identification … the word is new to the mandarin-trained ears, but seconds later, an airy “ aaahhh “ escapes. with full hands, she sets the jam-packed bins down on the desk, the same desk denying any access. 

               distraction; for a moment, her eyes take in the woman before her. soft lips, round cheeks, a confidence all-consuming. she glowed the way only a fairy could, unnatural eye- and hair-color in tow. but finally, mei reaches for the id card in her pocket, the one forged by amaranthine themselves, to offer her a singular identity. “ calendar ? “ again, repeated. “ i don’t have a calendar. i just remember. “ eyes blinking, face blank. “ i was told to buy a phone and put reminder things in there, or something, but i didn’t get one yet. i should. i- probably. “ 

bee takes the offered card with a grin and a removal of the pen behind her ear. blindly, against any material beneath her ballpoint, bee sketches blossom’s name, and a little star. she’s halfway to giving it back when blossom says she doesn’t have a phone, and bee can only blink in disbelief. “you don’t have a phone? where are people to reach you, blossom!” the name is adorable. it shapes bee’s lips in a way that forces her to smile— she’s sure this is due to the pronunciation and positively nothing else. “you just remember...wow. you must have quite the memory, then.” at this, bee’s pen taps the side of her temple and her legs fold beneath her. she looks like she intends to be here awhile. 

there is no denying the fact that she’s a glutton. and this isn’t something that’s hard to miss; open any of her drawers in the amaranthine offices and you’ll find a plethora of snacks of all shapes and sizes. it makes her an easy candidate for bribery, but accepting a few extra sweets here and there is entirely harmless. the almond-encrusted pepero stick dangling from her lips is a product of such bribery — all she had to do was erase the record of some parking ticket for one of the girls, too many of those and you have to serve some time. see? harmless. 

she’s almost done with the box when a new figure enters her peripheral vision, and kamon’s fingers halt their movement over the keyboard. the fae is quickly shoving the rest of the cookie stick in her mouth and tossing the empty box into the trash bin below her desk. when she turns towards the new arrival, the smile on kamon’s face is warm, “mm…bee, hi!”

kamon’s eyes sweep over bee’s face for just a moment, before she’s focusing on the container in the pixie’s hands; there’s no ounce of shame in her body when her eyes and ears perk up. they look like lotte’s margaret cookies…one of the naiad’s favorites. kamon doesn’t skip a beat as she goes for one of the cookies closest to her and bites into its sweet goodness. it tastes just like the margarets ( and kamon isn’t saying that these are the exact same margarets you would find in a box, but she’s not going to say that they aren’t — for all she knows, bee could put the best bakers to shame ). 

“these are really good,” she says, mouth full, crumbs on the corner of her lips ( those she’ll wipe off when she remembers her manners ), “thank you for letting me try these!”

and without missing a beat, “so bee…to what, if anything else, do i owe the pleasure?”

bee is instantly soothed by the way suriya perks up at her appearance. first of all: it’s precious. secondly, her process of pre-payments is working— suriya both likes her and likes the bribery. the former is more important, in the grand scheme of things, and it actually makes her smile to realize. what a sweetheart. 

spurred on by the success, bee shifts her weight more fully onto suriya’s desk, daintily crossing her legs at the knee and giving a laugh. “anytime! thank you. you’re too sweet to me.” she puts the lid back on the container and sets it on the opposite side of suriya’s keyboard, giving the silent these are yours now signal before resting both hands on her knee and giving a sigh. one that falters at the end in a way she didn’t intend. 

FAE

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MANEO TASKS #001 & #002:

Nikita Gill: please stop destroying what is left of your                  heart by constantly thinking about the things                  that have broken you.

  WU MEI LING — a character playlist. @maneohq