Tink Bell

azula smiled, her eyes following the fairy’s wings as she floated around the room. she was glad to see tink feel better after the battle at the ball. though she wouldn’t show it, she had a few sleepless nights thinking about whether she’d be able to fly again. 

tink’s offer to assist her made her cheeks flush, she quickly gained her composure, coughing to cover up her bashfulness. she didn’t want tink to see that she was in pain. she made sure nobody could. “well, this scratch is not very pretty. you might not want to see it up close, you’d find it… unflattering.” she said timidly.

She’d been flying a lot more in the confines of their home, mostly hovering, this didn’t exactly classify as flying. But she had a new appreciation for the wings on her back, with an almost silent drop to the ground before Azula she shook her head with a small chuckle. “Unflattering is not a word I associate with you.” Plucking the disinfecting alcohol from her hand she would be fine with helping. Something told her this wasn’t the first time she’d patched someone up after getting into a scrape.

“I know we haven’t had much chance to talk about it since the ball, but with the wedding announcement and our names being on it ...” Now it was her turn to be the bashful awkward one. “...but I wanted to tell you that there is nothing to worry about, this changed nothing from what we have now.” She smiled as she pressed a small scrap of linen soaked in disinfectant onto her wound. “We’ll get through it.”

“there’s my little battle hardened fairy.” azula smirked, watching tink float in the air. she was glad she had recovered quickly, eyeing the faint lining of the scarred wing. azula walked to the table with a slight limp, her side still healing after coming into contact with a hunter’s knife. 

spilling the contents of her basket, she winced. fruits, a couple of green vegetables and a thin slab of rabbit meat. it was all she could steal off the carts in the slums. after the bridge was closed to the public and the patrols had doubled, she had to be extra cautious. 

“well, help yourself to supper. it’s time for me to treat the little scratch a hunter had so graciously gifted me.” she grimaced, peeling off her red dress and chemise to reveal a thin gash, stitched up by the healers in the slums. grabbing the disinfectant she had lifted from the apothecary, she began to apply it on her wound, wincing in pain.

With a hint of pink on her cheeks she stood on the second floor with her hands on her hips, chin lifted proudly ( yes, like peter pan ) grinning at the thought of anyone thinking she was battle-hardened.

Seeing Azula’s limp she pouted slightly, “You should be careful on that leg.” while she wasn’t going to tell Azula to stay home because she knew she wasn’t the type to. She could certainly offer her advice to be careful, not that tink would listen to her own advice. Flitting back down to Azula’s side, wings hovering around her casting the room in a golden glow, the sun filtering through like a stain glassed window. “Not that you need someone to help you, but do you want help?”

the venom hit its target and for a brief moment, merida considered pulling the hand back and letting the guards finish what they started with the pixie short blonde. but, she didn’t, instead giving an equally as awkward smile back at the thankyou.

a loaded question, one merida knew the answer to immediately. fight, fight and run far away from this place and keep going until she reached somewhere that looked like home. “i woulda stuck all these guards like pigs,” the redhead admitted quite honestly - but a bow and arrows weren’t the same as magic. as turning people into animals and moulding the elements at your whim. “ran off first sign o’ trouble - not stay,”

Her eyes narrowed for a brief moment, was this a trick, the woman baiting her into saying something she shouldn’t. Upon realising she was telling the truth, or at least being honest about what she’d do, Tink couldn’t help but smile a little more genuinely. Holding her hand out in front of her now that she was standing she smiled a little sheepishly for being so harsh. “The names Tink.”

Her fingers started fidgeting with the bottom of the leather vest she wore, the threads coming loose from hours of nervousness. “May I ask you another question then... and feel free to tell me to leave. But why do you fight for the Queen then?”

han gave her one of his signature half crooked smiles and a shrug. “ don’t worry about it, “ he said. “ i should’ve been looking where i was going. “ he was, actually, but there was no reason to make her feel worse than she probably already did. the smuggler glanced up at the guard who had already forgotten they existed. he was too busy giving someone else a hard time about crossing. it was almost shocking how hard they were cracking down since the riot. it sure made han’s job a little harder. he probably should charge more for his services.

turning his attention back to the girl, he raised a brow. “ you sure you alright there blondie?” han was no stranger to pain. he’d been in enough wars and rough spots to know someone in pain. he wasn’t a good samaritan by any means, but he couldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t at least ask. “ do you need help getting somewhere or anything? “

At his curious glance and the pressing of whether she was alright, she slipped her hand out of his, suddenly feeling a little awkward, “just a small injury from the ball the other night.” Waving her hand dismissively of the matter, it was clear she was done talking about. She didn’t want anyone knowing she was injured, let alone that she had wings. She’d argued at great lengths with Azula over visiting the doctor in the slums, though she doubted they were a real doctor at all. The fewer people that knew she was a pixie the better, she’d be able to sneak out and thieve a lot more.

“So what brings you to the bridge? In case you didn’t hear, no one's allowed across.” Peering around the man that was taller than she, there were a few pitiful eyes watching her, a single well-placed scowl was all it took to set their gaze elsewhere before returning her attention to the man, half awaiting his response and half not paying attention to him at all.

han didn’t like going over the bridge when he was making his business trips. he tended to always find a different way around. however, after everything that had happened, it was if security was doubled. it’d be more trouble than it was worth trying to sneak out. with his business done, he decided to head for the bridge. he was sure he’d have to talk his way out it, and come up with some reason as to why he was on this side. he’d come up with something. he always did.

he was mid-thought when something contacted with his torso. “ whoa, “ he said, trying to reach out and catch the blonde person who had smacked into him. he was too late, but he bent over and reached a hand out. “ you alright? ” he asked, helping her back to her feet.

The increased security and patrols had made sneaking about much harder for her, they even had people watching the skies which meant flying was out of the question. Well, most of the time anyway. The things that she and Azula had been able to collect was growing increasingly sparse. Feeling an arm grab hers to try and stop her from falling she hit the ground with a soft thud. With a sigh of annoyance, not at the person she ran into, but rather at the whole situation. “Yes yes, I’m fine.” Her cheeks glowed a bright red as she felt embarrassed as hell. Taking the offered hand she got to her feet slowly, glancing over her shoulders at her back. To anyone else, she was just trying to look at her back, but for her, she had bumped her already damaged wing from the party and the pain that shot through to her shoulder blades gave her cause to wince slightly, “Sorry, you know for bumping you.”

Obi wan looked at the woman who had bumped into him, “Ma’am, I’m terribly sorry.” He stuck his hand out to help her up. His brown robes were kicked up by the wind, and the guard gave him a violent glare. He looked down and saw his lightsaber was now in plain view. Obi Wan pulled his robe back over it, and turned his attention back to her. 

“It’s not worth the fight now, I promise,” he said trying to sound hopeful. Though that was hard. Since the ball, when his force powers were discovered, he had been banished to the slums. his home along with everything else, gone. All he had was his lightsaber. “They all, including the troll, will get theirs,”

Brushing her hands off on her dress she mouthed that odd word ma’am before repeating it out loud “Ma’am is a little formal no?” Taking his offered hand she clambered to her feet, trying to brush off the dirt and icky water from her green and leather clothes. Listening to his words she turned tot he rather sour-looking guard, poking her tongue out defiantly.

Her eyes shone like that of a child at Christmas as she watched his robes flit about in the wind, what little sun there was caught on the metal contraption hanging from his waist as he pulled the coat like robe over the thing. “What is that?” Her bad attitude and distaste at the guards melting away like snow in the sun, as she was filled with wonder and excitement.

It had been hard over the last few days with the heightened security and more people pressed into the slums. Everywhere she went people were packed shoulder to shoulder, it was like walking through honey. It felt sticky and it was tiresome. She’d only managed to sneak out of the slums once or twice returning to the warehouse this time with her little satchel of trinkets she’d pinched. Walking over the hoard pile she tipped the bag upside down letting the small bracelets and two or three ring clutter to the ground. It was a small pull, it had gotten more dangerous to sneak out and this was all she’d gotten. Turning on her heels with a slight annoyance she sighed, “well it’s not much.” She knew Azula would be lurking somewhere nearby. “It could be worse.” The tone of her voice would suggest that even she didn’t believe that.

Tink unfurled her wings, flying up to the second floor as her slightly torn wing had begun to scar over already, staring out the window through all the smog and clutter of the slums she could just make out the palace in the distance. The colour rising to her cheeks as she remembered the riot at the ball. They were lucky neither of them was seriously injured, the minor scraps and scared wings were nothing compared to what others had lost.

the recent increase in patrols, shoving anyone that displayed a trait that wasn’t exactlyhuman into the slums which were becoming far too crowded. merida didn’t think it was a particularly good idea to shove them into such a space, it was the perfect opportunity for rebellion and riots. the hunters were needed should that happen.

but, it wasn’t her place to question orders, so she didn’t. the redhead watched the petite blonde try to stand up to a guard, hand readying her bow to step in should the situation call for it. nothing happened, much to Merida’s relief, but she was straight over when the young woman fell down, ready to help. “don’t give them a reason to kill ye,” she secured her bow on her back, offering out her free hand. “It’s no worth it,”

Staring up at the young woman, they must have been around the same age, how had they found themselves on such opposite side of the fence, literally. From the ground she spoke with such venom for one so small, “Said the guard to the prisoner.” Looking at the offered hand she couldn’t help but wince, perhaps her words had been too harsh for the woman. Using the hand to help herself to her feet she gave a weak, somewhat apologetic smile. “Thanks, I guess.”

While she didn’t trust the guards or the hunters, there was no sense in being as brutal as they were, honey won more bees than vinegar, and so she decided that perhaps that was the way to go about this. Being nice was the way to get out of the slums. “What would you do should the roles be reversed I wonder?” Dusting herself off she looked at the young woman with genuine curiosity. Perhaps it might give her an idea.

Standing face to face with a guard that must have been at least twice her size she’d tried to walk through the gates to cross the bridge, but had been met by a rather solid hand shoving her backward. “Oi hands off.” With raised brows she stepped back and stared at him, the colour flushing her cheeks as she began to get mad. “LET ME THROUGH!” Kicking up a fuss and making a scene like a child throwing a tantrum she tried once again before being thrown back, this time with more force, little care or regret on his face as he resumed his position, guarding the bridge.

Poking her tongue out at him she yelled “Ugly troll.” Amusing as he was guarding a bridge, had it not been to keep all the people trapped on this side. Turning around with her hands balled into fists, trying not to get herself arrested by attacking the big dumb dumb she slammed straight into someone, not watching where she was going, falling back to the floor with a huff.

Gamora simply eyed at the blonde with curiosity, she was incredibly uplifting for someone who lived in this world amongst all this kind of… snobs. That was when the arrow was shot and as fast as it hit the priest the red haired stood up not in fear, her veins accelerated, her breathing and heartbeat remained calm and it her hands sought out something in her back. Of course she was empty-handed, it was a reflex of the body she couldn’t recall but definitely was ready to jump in the scene. 

Distracted by the smaller girl, her gaze went from the body in the floor to the young one, she arched a brow and widened her eyes, “Do I look like a friend of the Queen to you?” she inquired almost offended by the question, the woman took away her memories and she believed her life but that was not important now. “If anything stand back and get ready, this party is soon about to turn into a slaughter.” she warned in a whisper, her arm automatically stretched in front of the younger one. 

Like she suspected before, too many people altogether reunited at one place, they were all easy prey specially those who came from the slums.

A slaughter ... Tink thought to herself that it couldn’t possibly be, despite the fact that people were fighting the Queen and soldiers and hunters, they would surely try to calm the situation and get people out, not break into an all-out war right here in the ballroom. Tapping her fingers together in front of her a little sheepishly she shook her head, “no I suppose not.” 

Turning to face the wave of soldiers that were about to come crashing down on them she glanced down at the woman's hand in front of her, possessively protectively. Wrapping her slender fingers around the wrist of green she tugged back on her. “We shouldn’t be here. This is going to get bad.” While she wanted the Queens head on a spike as much as the next fates fighter, she could see how hopelessly outmatched they were. Dragging her back towards the door she pleaded her to leave.

MAKE YOUR MUSE.

Ciri watched as the scene before them played out. Since she didn’t REALLY have a reason to suddenly act like she was a warrior ( she was but, no one knew that and unless Yennefer told her differently, she wasn’t about to let anyone know a single thing about her ) when others knew her simply as someone who did odd jobs. Smuggling, but, even then only the right people knew about that. She fixed her dress, it wasn’t anything special, the green and silver were nice but, she hardly felt it was appropriate given the current bloodshed. “No, I don’t. Like most people and, probably you too, I don’t really want to be here, quite honestly.”

She sighed soon after the body’s drop made a thud on the floor. She didn’t mean to be so blase about death. It had just been a very difficult day for her. Complete with her mother nearly marrying a stranger and her father not seeming to remember her, she just wanted to GO HOME. Perhaps that was the privilege instilled in her speaking. That there was a home to go back to. “Or, you could argue that it’s too lively. So lively that he’s most certainly dead now.”

She couldn’t help but snicker at the other woman's comment, “You’re right, it was just too much for him.” With a jovial giggle, she grinned happily as the rest of the room seemed to erupt in chaos and confusion. Looking around there was bloodshed and panic everywhere, the people running for the exits were trampling one another, tearing each other down just at a chance to escape. They were probably doing more damage. Stepping to one of the large stain glassed windows she pushed it open, the cool night air whipping up around her as she simply winked at Ciri and stepped backwards out of the window, her hand coming up to her forehead in a teasing salute. 

For a moment there was no sound, then that of the beating of wings before a visage of tink but with gold and translucent wings raced back up past the window with a cry of joy. It had been so long since she’d let her wings free, like stretching when you first wake, but a hundred times better.

loki had been watching the events unfold, an amused look on his face. “why hello, miss belle. occupied i see.” he teased as she attacked the rookie guard before her. loki was no stranger to fighting in bloody battles, but watching them was way more fun. a call came from tinker belle’s lips, one calling him to action. he took a look at her and the guard and rolled his eyes begrudgingly.

spinning his daggers in his hand he threw them at the guard, catching his neck. he slumped to the ground, giving tinker belle an exaggerated bow. 

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his remark. “Thank you for gracing us with your presence.” Taking a step closer to him she grabbed the dagger from the fallen man's throat, pressing the tip of it to Loki’s chest gently she pouted with a slight tilt of her head. “Not nearly as impressive as I thought you’d be.” Did she think that baiting him like this was a low blow, yes of course! Did she regret it, absolutely not! The two of them often shared this witty flirtatious back and forth, and she wasn’t above using it to her advantage.

a wry smile spread across azula’s lips, conjuring blue flames from her palms. it felt good to use her bending again after years of hiding it from hunters and guards. shedding her rabbit coat, she got into a fighting stance. leaning her back against tink’s, blasting guards with fire as she flung her magic dust in their faces. 

her eyes shifted to her betrothed, giving her a passive smile. lightning tickled her fingertips, sending guards flying across the room. she missed this. the power of bending. 

Feeling the raw muscle and power press against her back, the warmth from the flames in her hands enough to make her giggle, Azula looked fierce and ready to take down any Queen that stood in her way. As her counterpart quite literally came to life with the lightning crackling at her fingertips, Tink could help but feel bold enough to step away, dropping her warm earthy brown-furred coat, her wings bursting forth behind her as she slowly strode to the guards, a dangerous grin painted across her lips as her wings flexed and stretched, after keeping them under clothes for years, only taking them out in the confines of the warehouse, she felt a sense of pride, a golden shimmer running the length of the delicate membranes.

freedom. 

the word hit meg like a ton of bricks. the ghost of a previous life dancing in the back of meg’s mind. it was like part of her memory was blocked, and she couldn’t quite figure out what pieces she was missing. something in her yearned to be actually free, and not to live for anyone but herself. 

meg jumped back against the oncoming attack. her eyes grew wide at the display of magic. she still wasn’t used to the magic that inhabited the land. “ i dunno, i’m not much of a fighter, “ she shrugged. she looked over at her new acquaintance. “ even if the idea of freedom does sound nice. “ meg was so used to always looking out for herself, that she wasn’t sure how to begin to fight for something like this. bending down, she picked up the sword of the fallen soilder. “ guess there’s always a first for everything? “ she asked, using the blade to cut some of the length from her dress. if she was going to do this, she couldn’t risk being tripped up again. 

Watching with surprise as the woman sliced her dress like it was nothing, she couldn’t help but look down at her own dress that she was cursing moments ago. Turning the sword towards herself she pierced the fabric before slicing all the way around, the bottom of the dress now sitting scandalously above her knees. This somehow felt right. With an excited grin she looked at her new comrade, the fates had smiled kindly and had received another fighter. They would all need to band together to overthrow the tyrant that held their fates in her hands.

Seeing the oncoming wave of soldiers about to crash down on them, she spun with her back to Meg’s, raising the sword before her. “This will be worth it, we will be heard.”

Tink had been eating a pastry with a glass of red wine as the priest had been shot, dropping both she’d stained her dress with deep red from the cherry pastry and the wine. Chaos had erupted around her and it found its way to her. Her hands started glowing before she even noticed, having guards running at her she did her best to duck under swinging swords, blasting them with dust and light into a state of unconsciousness. Running from the pile of sleeping bodies she left, she saw some familiar faces of the rebellion, scooping down she plucked up a sword from a fallen guard that was not her own work, blood coating her fingers as she continued to run, the heavy long dress slowing her down. Glancing down at the thing she groaned loudly before slamming into someone.

The familiar mop of black hair and the green that she so often found accompanying her when she walked, she stared up at Loki, standing there and watching events unfold with a grin. “Please don’t let me interrupt.” Her sarcastic quip as sharp as the sword in her hand, she turned to fend off another guard, the poor man looking out of his depth at a battle raged on. Turning back to the man of mischief she yelled at him, “Do something!”