silverbell

THE HONOURABLE TINKERBELL OF NEVERLAND IS PROUD TO PRESENT THEIR CHILD, THE HONOURABLE SILVERBELL, FOR THE UPCOMING SOCIAL SEASON. WE HEAR THEY’RE ALLURING AND SPONTANEOUS, BUT CAN ALSO BE FIERY AND UNINHIBITED. AND IT’S SAID THEY BARE A REMARKABLE RESEMBLANCE TO VIRGINIA GARDNER, BUT THAT’S MERELY A COINCIDENCE. WE’RE SURE THEY’LL CAUSE QUITE A STIR IN THE TON THIS YEAR, BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL.

name: Silverbell

age: 24

parents: Tinkerbell

homeland: Neverland

gender: ciswoman (she/her)

sexuality: pansexual

when: may 26th, first day of the coronan lantern festival

The festival was, for the most part, starting off rather poorly for Briar. The ride in was long and she suspected she’d been crabby from that alone, but it was followed by standing in the blistering heat, the crowded streets of the festival, and the running into a former friend turned unpleasant company which left her reeling in frustration. Perhaps she was being dramatic but she was already eager for this first day to come to a close. If it weren’t for the art on display, she’d have likely gone back to the castle for the remainder of the day. That just wasn’t right for a young lady of her stature — no, she needed to be present, involved, and she needed to spin this foul mood she’d found herself in. The last thing she needed was to be caught scowling at a prospective suitor. No she was a pretty and dainty darling, and she’d damn well act like it. She just needed a breath of that fresh sea breeze and not the warmth of the crowd.

So she worked her way to the edges of town, where the crowds thinned and that cool breeze tumbled off the waves. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the ocean — large bodies of water absolutely terrified her — but in that moment she was grateful for the coolness whipping off the waves, and the salty tinge to the air which seemed to soothe her nerves. This was nice, truly, and she found herself relaxing and centering once again. With her eyes closed, Briar slowly counted out a minute, savoring each second of tranquility as her tense body relaxed. When she opened her eyes again, she’d forgotten everything that momentarily frustrated her, releasing the tension with a sigh. Now she felt fit to return and show face, though she hesitated to walk from the overlook she’d found herself at. “Come on, this is no time to be antisocial Posey,” she chided herself, turning back to the street winding up into the festival.

Briar had not gone more than a handful of paces when she recognized a face among the flock. She was hard to miss — the faerie who she thought faintly glowed with a silver aura. What caused hesitation was whether or not she should approach the other blonde. They had made acquaintance at the bath house back in Auradon City, sure, and Briar had the impression she liked her, but… She had not spoken to her beyond that one time. Was it too forward to assume they were possibly friends now, let alone acquaintance? Why are you being so shy? You’re a proper lady, simply say hello, she’d thought to herself. Perhaps she just wasn’t herself today. “Silverbell,” she called lightly, bearing her most charming grin as she came to stand before the other. Just as she was taught, she bowed humbly to the other in greeting before continuing. “I thought that was you. Forgive me, I hope I am not interrupting you. It is just good to see a familiar face among such a crowd.” She motioned up the road towards the square and the bulk of the festival. “Are you headed to the festival? If so, would you mind some company? I find these activities are much more enlightening with a friendly face.” She fell into step beside the other blonde, offering to loop their arms together. “I promise to protect you from children and their wandering hands if that is incentive enough,” she recalled the comment which started their conversation back at the bath house with a bemused grin.

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Silver was on a mission, and that mission was to find something - or someone - to take her mind off her Prince and their heated conversation. She was so mad. Terribly mad. She wanted to find something small and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze until there was nothing left. But she would not do that. Could not. Perhaps she could take her anger out on some pathetic human, but at a festival with so many eyes, she did not think that was an option either.

Her mind had then wandered to food and drink, because if anything could potentially uplift her sour mood, it was that. She was debating on what to grab from a street vendor when she heard her name spoken across the cobblestone streets. The person was no close, no her elongated pixie ears picked it up from across the way, and she was surprised to see who it was that was calling for her. Briar Rose, that sweet thing she had met within the bath house. Who had so many questions it might make a normal girl blush. Of course that was all Silver wanted out of the blonde... well perhaps a bit more. But she had yet to discern if that was in the cards.

When Briar bowed before her, Silver’s brows rose and she brought a finger under to chin to guide her back into a standing position. “Please girl, you do not have to waste such formalities on me. Your society has such strange standards, ones I do not wish to humor.”

Before Briar could even ask to join her for the festival, Silver began to walk, expecting the girl to follow. “You can accompany me all you’d like, but I will warn you, I am not in the best of moods right now. I was looking for something to dig my teeth into, in hopes of quelling my rage. So far the sweets look too soft. They’d melt in my mouth and I’d like some resistance.” Sighing, to herself more than anything else, Silver walked along with the girl. And the playful way she mentioned her wings, had the blonde thinking of other ways she could defuse her rage. “You can stay and protect my wings from wander hands. Unless you’re feel compelled to do the wandering, in which case, I will not stop you.” It was almost in her nature, to say such things. And she wondered if Briar would even show interest in such an activity. But the two had only spoken once before, and Briar clearly took her status seriously, so Silver spoke quickly enough she did not have time to reply. “Have you been wandering around for some time, or did you just arrive?”

Sevastyan stretched out his long legs, practically mewling in the sunlight. He had thought to sit out this society event, up until he heard about the bright sunlight that often times graced Corona. He loved the warm sun, the salty air off the water surrounding the small island. While the air held a more sweet aroma in the Vale, and it lacked humidity, there was something about the late spring warmth that suited him. Perhaps it was how bright his golden aura was in the sunlight, or the more free spirit of the festival. Whatever it was, he was thoroughly enjoying himself — especially with current company. “I positively love this shade — what would you call it? Mahogany? It’s gorgeous,” he mused, wrapping a dark reddish brown lock of hair around his finger. His lips barely brushed the young woman’s ear, leaning rather close per etiquette. His excuse? Everyone was packed so close together, but the young woman whose hair he admired also was leaning quite close to his head. He felt fingers brush his pointed ears and let out an airy chuckle. “Ah careful, they’re quite ticklish. The ears are erogenous zones, if you didn’t know,” he said with a fiendish grin. She pulled back with a blush to admire her work — flowers of yellow and lavender adorning the faerie prince’s hair in a crown around his head. “How do I look?” Sevastyan asked, eying her inquisitively.

He knew he should be ashamed, being such an open flirt at times. So soon after she dressed his hair “in the Coronan way”, he was pulling the girl down practically upon his lap so he could rebraid her hair, redecorating it in flowers, finding excuses to brush his fingers over her pulse point and, more daringly, his lips upon her skin. With half lidded eyes he tempted her to melt in his touch, wondering if she would dare to follow him down a dark alleyway to explore each other in a more secluded area. He was here for fun, wasn’t he? That was his hope, until a familiar blonde came marching up to him. Sevastyan didn’t want to give Silverbell his attention — he was still reeling from their last explosive encounter — but it was hard to ignore her when she approached. Especially because, as much as he hated to admit it, he desperately missed her. Still, he buried his nose in that dark red-brown hair and barely looked at Silver from the corner of his eye, staying silent despite her words. It was a heavy topic to start off with, one that agitated him slightly mostly because… He didn’t have an answer.

“Ah, Silverbell of Neverland,” he addressed her so formally in a dull voice. “Mm, I’m quite well, and busy as I’m sure you can see, but thank you for asking on my well-being, as I am your prince and all.” It was bratty but Sevastyan wasn’t above being so. He felt wounded over his lack of knowledge on the Honeybea disappearance, on the fact that he screwed up and lost a precious pixie. Not so much because it was Honeybea. It could have been her, and he knew he’d be beside himself if that were the case. “Why don’t we reconvene later, ma cherie?” he suggested to the human girl, pecking her hand, before pushing her off his lap and heading past the pixie. He began walking away, towards some other part of the festival to center his fickle mind on, leaning into Silver as he passed to add, “If I had something to share on the subject, Silverbell, you would already know.”

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“Forgive me, but it’s clear to all that you are quite well at the moment. I felt it was unnecessary to bother stating the fact.” She was aware by his tone of voice he had no patience for her at this very moment, and with the words thrown her way, she could also tell he was not going to put their past arguments off to the side for the moment. And if he would do no such thing, she would not be the bigger person. No, she would let her fury burn and let him know just how negatively she felt towards him as well. She had never been one to grovel at someone’s feet, not even her prince’s.

Eyeing the human that was on his lap, it took everything in the blonde not to shover her aside and watch her fall helplessly onto the cobblestone streets. She wanted to cause a scene, to grab the thick dark curls on the crown of Sevastyan’s head and tug so hard her could feel her annoyance in his pain. But also to make sure he was looking at her. She deserved that.

If the situation were different, if they were on better terms and one of her pixies was not currently missing, she would crawl into his lap and play with those ears of his just like the human had been doing. Softly caress his wings as he so often loved to do to her, and tease him until he was begging. Toying with each other was always half the fun, but not like this. Not out of spite. Glaring as the girl walked away, Silver turned her attention fully on her prince and sent him a look that told him exactly how she was feeling. She was not in a forgiving mood, would not be for a while. But she told herself, she needed information. If only so she could look for Honeybea herself. “I doubt that very much. Considering it was the papers that I found out one of my own was missing.”

Silver had yet to speak to her prince, not since their quick and heated spat at the wedding luncheon for the newly married Lark and Gwendolyn Andersen. But things have changed recently. Not between them, but societally speaking. One of her friends from Neverland, and fellow courtiers, has disappeared. While Silver tried not to think anything serious had happened to Honeybea, hoping perhaps the pixie had just left to go back home without leaving a note, or spending her time with a mysterious stranger. But it seems that was not the case, as the society papers are currently reporting on her missing status. 

She knew Sev was looking for information on Honeybea’s location, and knew that if there was any reason to put her pride aside, it was this. Catching sigh of the prince across a busy Tangleton cobblestone street, the fae strode up to him. No doubt a crazed look of fear and desperation within her eyes. “Have you heard anything about where Honeybea might be?” she questioned, not bothering with pleasantries. As Tink’s daughter and the representative of Neverland, this responsibility fell on Silver’s shoulders. Perhaps more than it did on anyone else.

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Briar turned her gaze to the other blonde woman and shook her head delicately at her. “It’s quite alright. I suspect if I had wings myself then I might be direct myself,” she spoke in a soft voice, smiling at the other. She was not offended, she could understand the annoyance she supposed. Though nobody liked to touch anything on Briar, so she supposed she didn’t quite understand the other. It was when the other said the notion of touching one faerie’s wings was “intimate” that Briar turned to face the other curiously. She wasn’t sure exactly what the young woman was insinuating, her brows drawing close in confusion. 

“Does it… Does it hurt you?” she asked in a low, curious tone. “When your wings are touched, I mean.” Her hazel eyes glanced over the other’s iridescent wings, eyes following the winding path of veins in them. Did they feel at all? She somehow thought they were like accessories, worn upon the throat or fingers, just some lovely thing adorning their backs. She hadn’t even thought of them as part of their bodies, a thought Briar was embarrassed by given three faeries had raised her partly.

“Entertaining is one way to put it,” Briar said tersely with her lips pursed. She did not forgive the faerie prince for what had happened, what nearly occurred with her. She had read about what happened with other pairs – including one of her friends and a naval officer – She could have been forced into something had she so fervently declared love to that odious man she’d become instantly enamored with. If it hadn’t been for Faerilyth. If only she had been there to cure everyone of the madness. Briar was so fortunate that she had stumbled upon her instead. “It was interesting, I will say. The faerie prince’s home was lovely, it was an honor to have been invited. Are you close to his royal highness? I did not get the chance to meet the host.” She would have throttled him, given the chance.

Despite her annoyance over the events, she smiled brightly at the woman as she introduced herself, bowing her head humbly to the blonde. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Silverbell. Or is it Miss Bell? Do you have a preference?” Briar shook her head at her question, reaching for a drifting copper plate and testing the oils in it. “No, I am what you may consider a recurring visitor. I positively adore it here; the silence, the steam, the oils and aromas certainly help one destress.” She paused a moment before offering the other a warm, welcoming grin, “Perhaps now that you have discovered it, we shall see one another more frequently.” 

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A soft smirk made its way onto Silver’s lips as the pretty blonde spoke. Perhaps Silver could find herself enjoying her time with this one. It wasn’t often that humans tried to understand what it was like to be fae, to empathize with wings or other’s need to touch them. Silver sat back, and let her own appendages be submerge fully in the bot water. 

When she inquired about how it felt when other’s touched them, the fae let out a melodic laugh when the other assumed it hurt. And when Briar did not join in on the laughter, Silver looked at her with a raised brow. “Hurt? Darling, no. It’s quite similar to the feel of other... sensitive places on your body. In fact, it can be most overwhelming. And when everyone feels the urge to touch them in public, you can assume just how debilitating it can be.” Of course there were times when Silver had no qualms with her wings being touched and caressed by someone in the public, but when she attempting to abide by the currently societal expectations, she would simple ask other’s respect her space.

Silver began to descend further into the bath when Briar mentioned the fae prince, and due to her dramatic nature, decided to not stop until she was fully under the water. Hot water surrounded her and it was lovely, it was also the perfect place to let out a scream as no one would hear it. And oh how she had wanted to scream the moment he had banned her from his room. When all the air was dispelled from her lungs, Silver broke the surface and made her way to a ledge in the bath to sit. “Yes, you could say we are close. I’m one of his courtiers.” And she would leave it at that, Briar did not need to know anything else. In fact, Silver wanted to end all conversation of said Prince. “You can call me whatever you like, I have no preference. Not like most of the people in Auradon seem to. So many titles. So many ways to offend. it’s quite exhausting to keep up with all of it. I can’t imagine how you all do it.” Looking over at the blonde as she spoke of how much she adored the bath house, Silver couldn’t help but smile. Her emotions were quite infectious, and she was stunning. She would have no problem seeing the likes of Briar here again. “Perhaps. I know I would like that. I never shy away from a beautiful face.”

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At the mention of other gossip, Abigail grew even more curious than she had been to begin with. She excitedly leaned in closer to Silverbell so the two could begin their gossip session. If there was one thing that fairies loved to do it was to speak about the curiosity of humans. At least that’s how Abigail was. Even though her dearest friend was a human she still found them fascinating.

“Oh my goodness!” She gasped, giggling along with all the words. This whole thing was utterly fascinating and wonderful! “I can hardly believe she ran away from you. What a fool she is to not think.”

“A pirate! Tell me all about that, Silver. I must know!”

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A large smile spread along Silver’s face as Abigail moved in closer. It seemed her plan had worked. Or well, the semblance of a plan she threw together when the other fae mentioned the faerie food being brought to the Bacchanal. She had done enough to distract Abigail for the time being.

Hopefully enough that the girl wouldn’t mention the food gain. Or worse, ask Sev about it.

“The most foolish, she was. These humans shy away from the touch of another and it’s so upsetting. I was just trying to have some fun.” She let out a large, dramatic sigh as she leaned against the tree and popped another grape in her mouth. “I am certain that when she is married to a man after fear of being an old maid, she will realize her mistakes and think of what could have transpired between us if she had allowed it.” A smirk tugged at her lips, and she turned to look at her friend. “And for that I am grateful. For I know I shall always tease her from the back of her mind.”

Biting her lip as she thought about the pirate that had joined her bed the night before, the fae tried to keep the most delicious details to herself. “A wild one he was. I suspect he will be wearing his cravat high today, or show the bruises my fingers left on his throat to the world. Actually, I suspect the latter. He seems like he enjoys shocking people almost as much as I do. My new court pet, I’ve decided. If you’d like to try him out for yourself, I can always send him to your room.” She giggled, ignoring the looks of a random couple passing by with judgmental stares on their faces.

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Baxter wanted nothing more than to argue with Silverbell, but unfortunately for him she was right. It made sense how he had been thrown from the home but that didn’t mean the whole thing didn’t sting. That and, well, perhaps he had spoken too much.

“Yes, well, I think perhaps there’s a small chance that maybe I have…developed feelings for Emma…” he chose his words carefully and slowly. “And I did proclaim that if marriage was an issue that perhaps she should marry me. We didn’t have time to talk past that proclamation, however, for someone heard me in her room and I was forced to make my escape.”

He groaned, sliding down into his seat, hiding his face in his hands for a moment. “I’m a bloody fool aren’t I, Bell?”

At least he wasn’t the only one confused and having a hard time in the world of romance. “If I was a true Sparrowman we’d abscond into the night and forget about all these things. I think you had good intentions at the bacchanal: to bring fun and levity to these people. I think he just fears the repercussions”.”

“Humans are so easily offended by everything. Their rules and propriety. None of it makes sense. Why can’t we just do what makes us happy without all this none sense in the way?”

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Whatever part of Silver had not been paying attention to Baxter initially, perked right up when he mentioned he was developing feelings for the princess. Immediately she could register the feeling brewing in her stomach, and it was not one of support. No, it was annoyance. Her best friend suggesting marriage to the princess? And then where would Silver be? Without a best friend. 

“You can not be serious.” She exclaimed, brows furrowing as she grasped Baxter’s arm. “You would marry her? And then what, Sparrow? You’d be miserable. Stuffed up in a castle watched constantly. It sounds dreadfully dull and I know you agree. Perhaps the idea of being told you can not visit your friend has you confused, but proposing marriage should not be your first idea. It should be your last.” A look of disgust crossed her face as she shook her head. “Marriage is forever, and you will no longer be free the moment you put a ring on her finger.”

Smiling at his idea of running off, Silver let her mind imagine such things. “You might not be a Sparrowman but you could still run back to Neverland with me. Just think happy thoughts.” She wasn’t going to let him know that she had nothing but thoughts of chaos when she brought the food tot he Bacchanal. She wanted to watch these boring and stuffy Auradonian’s lose control for all to see. And she wanted to laugh at it.

“We could, if we go back home. I think a trip is in order. We could leave for a week?”

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As much as Abigail wanted to push, to be angry, it was in her nature as a fairy to giggle at the mention of the Earl. “I did! He looked ridiculous. As did many others. Tell me did you hear any other gossip of the evening? I read the papers and they are full of the most interesting stuff!”

She couldn’t help it. It was so difficult to not sit down beside Silverbell even in her anger and begin to gossip. If she was unwilling to speak the truth then, really, there was no point in pressuring. Perhaps she could eventually wiggle it out of her but a direct approach would not work.

“Did you at least enjoy yourself at the bacchanal?” Abby asked with a soft smile. “I met a wonderful new friend named Mercedes.”

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The minute Abigail began to giggle and gossip along with Silverbell, the neverland faerie knew she was in the clear. She would not have to answer any questions that could lead into a confession or an accusation. “Darling Abigail, I was given gossip that was not even within those papers. Humans have such loose lips, especially when you slip a drink in their hands. A truth serum or plain brandy, if they drink enough they will tell you anything you wish to hear.”

Once Abigail was seated next to her, Silver grasped her hands in her own and pulled them in her lap. “One rather influential man confessed he had been sleeping with one of his wives maids, in fact, he had fathered a child with her. He believes his wife knows the young boy lineage, and fears she will make the information known to ruin his reputation. Another woman, who was very beautiful, confessed does not think she will every feel for men the way she does for women. I invited her to my bed to test that theory, but she became a blushing baboon and ran away.” Silver let out a huff and crossed her arms over her chest at the memory. 

“So I brought a pirate into my bed instead." Trying to rack her brain to remember someone by the name of Mercedes, Silver shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve met a Mercedes. What is she like? Beautiful? Coy? Human?” The last word was said with a hint of disgust. Silver always enjoyed fae counterparts to human.

There were few pleasures a lady could openly participate in per society standards and among them was the public Bath House. Situated in Centre Commercial and run by Mount Olympus naiads who had come to stay among the mortals, it was the perfect place to unwind and relax. It was usually rather busy come end of week, just prior to an event when the best beautifying oils and tonics were added to the floating copper plates, but Briar Rose noted that even early that week the Bath House was buzzing. Many of the men and women there appeared to have been attendants of the very party that was causing quite a stir in the ton. She figured much like herself, they all wanted a chance to decompress from the wild time spent there. Once changed into her petticoat, she made her way to the least occupied corner of the bath she could find, wanting some quiet alone time to simply soak and think. Much had been revealed to her that she still didn’t quite understand and she wanted to slowly think over her encounter with Faerilyth and all she had revealed to her.

As she found the perfect spot and began to descend into the water, she was shocked by a voice beside her. There was measurable distance between them but she noticed that the blonde had a pair of wings stretched out behind her. A faerie. Perhaps one of the ones from the party. No wonder it was more empty over there, many were upset by what transpired and likely were keeping a distance. Briar didn’t quite care, choosing to sink further into the steaming water until her shoulders fell below the surface. “I had no intention of touching them before but I’ll make a more valiant effort to commit,” she said, though her tone was somewhat dull. The pixie spoke on instinct but Briar was a little offended she thought she would do something like that. Not without permission anyway.

Sighing quietly and contentedly to herself, her eyes slipped close as she tried to relax the muscles in her body, enjoy the warmth enveloping her and the rich aromas around her. That was until the other spoke. Opening her eyes, she turned to the blonde pixie and scrutinized her with a furrowed brow. She could not place her. “Not that I recall, I’m afraid,” she replied to the question on familiarity before adding on, “I attended the party at your prince’s manor, if that’s where you recognize me from.” She was quiet a moment before deciding it would be rude to not introduce herself. “I am Lady Briar Rose of Auroria, or simply Lady Rose. It is a pleasure to meet you,” she nodded with a warm smile. “I would offer a hand or something of the like but I’m afraid I’m a tad too comfortable.”

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 A sharp nod was sent in the blondes direction as she made it clear she was not going to touch Silver’s wings, nor did she have plans to. “I apologize if I was brash, but I’ve found I need to give such a disclaimer or some sniveling child or repulsive male decides they would like to touch my wings. It’s more intimate then you all seem to think it is.” And then when her behavior changes, when she finds her breathing deepening and her skin growing hotter, the public would judge her for it. If these humans just acknowledged their sexual desire’s instead of repressing and shaming themselves for it, perhaps these humans would be less uptight and boring. Deciding this human would be her best option to sit herself near, as she did not have to worry about her hands straying - although Silver would not mind if she were to do that - and closed her eyes.

As the mention of the high prince, Silver’s brows furrowed and she looked back at the girl next to her. “Ah yes. I am sure that was it. There were so many humans at the manor that night, and it was quite... entertaining to say the least. My attention seemed to be taken from one room to another incredibly quickly. I hope you had an enjoyable time.” Silver tried not to openly smirk at that statement. She should not act like the events that transpired were enjoyable to her. “I’m Silverbell of Neverland, it is nice to meet you as well. Is this your first time visiting the baths? I am curious how no one had told me about them before. They are a perfect place to get away from well, everything. I wish someone had told me about them sooner.”

Abigail was friendly with most of the fae folk, or at least she was under the impression she was. Pixies and Sparrowmen alike she would call her friends and they would get along well. And Silverbell was no exception. The two got along well enough though they hardly spent too much time with one another. Today though, today was different. She had a bone to pick.

“Silverbell!” She proclaimed upon finally finding the other fairy. “I heard you were the culprit for the fae food being at the bacchanal. Is that the truth?”

She needed to find out who was responsible for her friends poor adventure. Little Sonya was a mess at the moment and she thought it her duty to at least uncover the mysteries of that night.

“Surely you know how silly humans behave.”

@silverbcll​

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Since being kicked out of Sev’s room, Silverbell had made a promise to herself. She would not spend any more time within that house unless it was to eat or sleep. Today she was lounging in the park, snacking on grapes and cheese and ignoring the dull humans that passed by and whispered about her elongated ears or sharp cheekbones.

When a high pitched ringing hit her ears, and she finally realized it was that of Abigail, Silver let out a deep sigh before turning towards the voice. As her friend spoke rather loudly about the fae food, Silver made sure her face gave nothing away. “Oh Abigail, we both know you should not believe everything you hear. These humans love to gossip, but rarely are they right.” 

She did not know what would happen if she were to confess to providing the fae food, but she feared it could get her sent back to Neverland, and she was not ready for that yet. Letting out a melodic giggle at the mention of the humans, Silver popped another grape in her mouth. “I think all of Auradon is aware of how silly humans can be, now. Did you see the Earl who pretending he was a chicken the entire evening?”

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It became clear to him just from the way that her gaze traveled off into the unknown that Silverbell had not been listening to him at all. He sighed softly, used to this type of behavior. He adored his friend but a pixie was a pixie and sometimes they could be single minded. Baxter worried for her though.

“I said Emma parent’s, the royal highness Adam and Bell themselves, have decided that I’m apparently no good for their daughter’s reputation and that I’ve been banned from seeing her,” he explained again, in much more concise words now. “Me. Baxter. The man who has flown through her window without a care in the world most nights.”

“But it seems I’m not the only one having troubles with the papers. Did something happen between you and the prince last night? You seem distracted, not like your usual self.”

Friendship was a two way street and he loved Silverbell with his whole heart. Perhaps it was bizarre for a human to call a fairy their dearest friend but that was the simple truth. He had grown up believing himself to be a sparrowman until his mother had sat him down and explained to him that he was nothing but an ordinary human boy. Bell had been forced to comfort him after that ordeal.

Baxter rolled his eyes and pulled on the strings of her corset lightly. “I’ll never understand why you wear these things. They look uncomfortable.”

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The expression on Silver’s face did not change as Baxter explained what had transpired in the last day. How the King and Queen of Auradon had banned him from calling upon their daughter. If Silver was being honest, she was not surprised by this turn of events. “And are you shocked at this? Aren’t the King and Queen expecting the Princess to find some well to do man to marry her off too? I love you Sparrow, but why would they allow you to take up her free time and interfere with those plans? Human’s are obsessed with how other’s perceive them, we know this.”

She wasn’t trying to be insensitive, she just didn’t get why Baxter was acting as if this was surprising news. Didn’t he want to see the Princess finding someone to fall in love with, as her best friend, wasn’t that what he hoped for her?

At the mention of Sev, Silver just rolled her eyes. “We got in a fight and he banned me from his room. Which he has never, ever done before. I refuse to talk to him until he apologizes for treating me this way.” She gave a slight shrug in response, acting as if she didn’t care. 

Because she didn’t. She wouldn’t allow herself to.

Huffing at his comment on the corset, she slapped his fingers away slightly. All playfully, of course. “If you think I wear this of my own fruition, then you do not know me at all. It is what’s expected of me while I’m at court, and I can’t offend all of Auradon by wearing my preferred clothing.”

The moment Silverbell was informed there was a Bath House within the walls of Auradon City, she knew she had to explore it. There were lakes and hot springs back home in Neverland, and she would often lounge within them with the other fae whenever the days got too long or their chores too strenuous. And if her time within Auradon was not strenuous, she did not know what was. Her back ached from the posture that was forced upon her at all hours of the day. Her wings stung from being so tightly bound. And her limbs, oh her limbs were sore from overuse. How she wished she could just fly wherever her heart desired, but in such a dress the idea was not possible.

After entering the bath house, Silver accepted the linen petticoat that she was to ordered to change into before entering the steaming water. Anything was better than her undergarments at this moment, and she was sure she could figure out a way to allow her wings to spread free in the petticoat. She changed out of her incredibly confining clothes and sighed at the soft, lightweight fabric of the linen. Heading out into the bath house and stepping into the water, she did not hold back the moan that left her lips as the warm water enveloped her. Allowing her wings to spread far behind her, the blonde closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth. Feeling a body nearby, Silver said the first thing that she always said when near a human with her wings out on display. “Do not touch them. They’re incredibly sensitive.” Opening her eyes, she raised her brow at the doe eyed blonde mere feet away. “Have we met?” She seemed oddly familiar, but Silver often found most humans did.

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Daphne Dee did not feel confident as she approached the blonde faerie outside of the modiste that afternoon.

She had just met with her mother for tea, and after some harsh words about faerie propriety were reinforced for her, they had parted ways with Daphne being given one specific mission - determine the source of the prior evening’s troubles and pass along their name.

That she had run into a faerie as she was making her way back to her townhome was simply pure luck. However, of the fae in Sevastyan Petit’s court… Daphne would be lying if she didn’t say she would have preferred almost any other to have been the one she stumbled across.

There was just something about the tall blonde one that was off-putting to Daphne and she couldn’t quite put a finger on why.

She didn’t let that thought linger in her mind for too long before she began to speak, however, greeting the girl with a bright smile.

“Silverbell, was it?” she dipped into a quick curtsey of introduction. “Daphne Dee, daughter of the Fairy Godmother. Pleased to make your acquaintance. My mother is distressed to hear the news from Lady Chattermore about last night. I was wondering if I might ask for your assistance on a matter of great importance to her.”

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Silver was on a mission. That mission was to return back to her room within Sevastyan’s home and take off all these horrid layers. To let her wings be free, to feel the breeze on her skin as she took flight, and to find the Prince. He would speak to her, and he would lift this pathetic ban. She was confident that by the end of the night, she would be back in his bed, and this silly tiff will be behind them.

She was leaving the modiste right now, having discussed a way to adjust her damned corset so her wings weren’t bound so tightly beneath, when she was abruptly stopped by a random woman. Turning to the raven haired woman, Silver tried her best not to give a raise of her brow or a roll of her eyes before turning away. Sadly, there were societal expectations within Auradon, and she could not allow her emotions to control her. 

As Silverbell’s eyes took in the woman in front of her, the blonde could detect the small magical aura around her. The pulse of magic in the air, and knew that this woman had fae blood somewhere deep within her. 

As the woman curtsied, Silverbell knew that blood was practically nonexistent. This girl was more human than fae, that much was obvious. “What does your mother wish to know?” She asked, turning to face the woman fully.

Baxter was in rare form that evening. Usually the man looked at the world with such frivolity and lightness that very few things could bring him down. He liked to smile and laugh, taking after his father more than his mother. She was always so grounded and he, well he lived in the sky with a smile on his face and laughter on his tongue.

But today even pixie dust couldn’t bring him up. 

While he was childish and carefree like Peter himself, he also could be petty and frustratingly dower when it came to not getting his way. And never before had he been turned away by the Perraults. And so painfully so. Not allowed to see Emma? What was the meaning of that? It wasn’t fair!

“And then she tells me that her parents have decided we’re not longer allowed to see each other!” He let out a frustrated sigh, flopping down on the couch. “All because of some gossip.”

Silverbell was one of his most trusted friends, a companion since childhood, and he hoped that she would be able to turn his frustration around. Or at least bring some levity back to his demeanor. Never before had this happened to him and he sat there still shell shocked from the exchange.

“I have half a mind to go back to Neverland for the rest of the season.”

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Silver made a habit of not forming relationships with humans. Unless they were a form of entertainment for a night. A pet she could play with for a week or so. Otherwise, she spent her time with her own kind. Baxter was the exception. He was an unofficial fae at this point. Having grown up in Neverland made him much more enjoyable to be around than the rest of these Auradonian’s. And while she often tried to give him her full attention, today was not the day for that.

Her mind was transfixed, on thoughts of the end of her night and her interaction with Sev. How he had kept her from his room. Banner her. It was something that had never happened before, and she was furious. In fact, it was a shock her whole body had not turned red in anger.

It was only when Baxter collapsed on the couch beside her that she realized he had been talking. Clearly frustrated about something, and Silver could not begin to pretend to know the cause of his current state. At the idea of Neverland, though, her ears perked up. If her wings had been out, not bound underneath a corset and numerous layers too stiff and scratchy against her skin. “If you decide to head back home to Neverland, promise you will bring me with you. I’ve surprised myself that I haven’t left already.” Looking over at the way Baxter was lounging on the couch, slumped over, she yearned to do the same. But the bodice caused her to sit up straight, uncomfortable as could be.

“And I am sorry to say this Darling, but I did not hear what you were saying. What has you in such a mood?”

Anger never quite suit Sevastyan Petit. He was always good humored and full of mirth. Sour moods were not a recurrence where he was concerned. So it was a shock to his intimates, those in attendance that really knew the prince, to see him stampeding through the manor house with a grimace twisted in fury. He wore his anger like a dense coat, radiating off his figure as he pushed his way through the rooms. Not that he needed to push — the sight of the gold leafed crown and the angrily beating wings upon his back had people parting as he came through, escaping the prince’s uncharacteristic ire.

As the night lagged on and more rambunctious behavior made itself known across the mansion, he’d come to realize the mess that was being made. Enchanted foods and drink were unknowingly being consumed by the humans, and this was sure to cause a problem come dawn when the effects wore off. Sevastyan, who had strictly prohibited the distribution of said delicacies, had instantly thundered into the kitchen upon their discovery, cornering a servant slaving away and demanding to know who brought the foods in. It did not take long for them to betray the trickster, expression scrunched up in bitter humor as they retorted, “Why sire, who could it be other than your precious clochette?” Silverbell. It was truly a curse that so many of his servants treated her with the same deference as their own queen.

Though most suspected that Silverbell would wear the royal circlet next. There were nights, wrapped in her willowy limbs and tasting her sweet lips, that he had thought maybe they were right. She was favored for a reason, it was a natural conclusion. Then Silverbell would pull an utterly irresponsible move such as this, and he was reminded what kept him from asking her hand. Love her chaotic spirit as much as he did, and he truly deeply did love that about her, she was ill suited for the responsibility that came with a crown. That sounded cruel from him, an equally puckish sprite, but he couldn’t deny the truth. In his hands these things wouldn’t happen, but her selfish need for destructive fun kept her from seeing how damaging this could be. He just wished it were the opposite.

As he watched humans making fools of themselves through their enchantments, his fury ignited, and he marched into a room full of faeries watching the revelry with wildly humored eyes. Their expressions faltered when they met the angry eyes of their prince, fluttering away to escape his ire. As they spread about he was able to find the glint of her circlet in the crowd, and his anger flared even more at the sight of it. It had been hours since Sevastyan first set out to find Silverbell, a couple roadblocks on the way leading to offshoot distractions, some far more pleasurable than others, but he had finally been left undisturbed to wreak havoc upon her.

So he did not stop, not for a second, wings flapping angrily he pretty much floated right to her. She was there, among a giggly patch of the most beautiful of their kind, watching the party and making fun of the human guests turned entertainment. Oh his anger simmered and bubbled more in response. When the others saw him, they swiftly dispersed, and Sevastyan did not give Silverbell much time before he fell upon her. “Up,” he said, in a stern and uncharacteristically hard voice. “Come, now.” His words were sharp, quick commands, said in the deep regal voice of a prince and not the careless cheerful lover she was likely used to. If it was not obvious to her what he was feeling, she would understand shortly.

He was walking / floating rapidly away from the crowded room, heading towards the large courtyard where he suspected it would be empty and he could unleash his anger onto her without audience. Not that he didn’t like the theatrics of people watching — but he liked Silverbell more than anyone and did not need others to be privy to what would likely be an explosive fight between them both. And the gardens were also private but still a little public; with his desire to follow the human decorum he wouldn’t let her get the best of him and seduce her way back into his good graces out there.

So he marched onto a private dark corner in the greenery, letting out an exasperated breath before he twisted back towards her, stomping directly to her. He came up so close to her that their chests nearly touched with every heaving breath, his nose would brush her’s had he leaned down. “What,” he started, punctuating each word, “Did I say about bringing those enchanted foods to the party? Because last I remembered I told you a very stern and hard, ‘No.’” @silverbcll

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There was a part of Silverbell that knew she was playing with fire the moment she told the servants to serve the faerie food. Her darling High Prince was too concerned with consequences to allow the fun that such enchanted delicacies would provide. So, she had to be the one to introduce the humans them. But mere moments after informing the servants to share the food freely, she knew she would have her own consequence to deal with. Sev had never been angry with her, at least not that she could remember, so she told herself it would be okay...

Was she still evading him a vast majority of the night? Making sure to engage humans and other fae alike so that there was not a moment he could find her alone? Perhaps. But if you were to ask her about it, she would just tell you she was doing her job as a host to engage with all the guests. While she wasn’t the host, it was often spoken about between the fae that Silverbell would one day become the next High Queen and so she could easily just explain she was doing her part to prepare for such a title.

And as the night wore on, she became relaxed. Careless. She spent less time around others, or when she was around their kind, found herself laughing at the ways the humans were making utter fools of themselves. Even when they were drunk on normal wine, humans tried their hardest to act prim and proper and as if the room was not spinning. But tonight was different. Inhibitions were lowered and truths were being told and not even their vision was something these Auradonians could trust. It was quite hilarious. And there might have been a few occasions tonight where Silver had led a pair of humans towards each other just to see how an interaction would play out. She was currently laughing with a few of the other courtiers about a man who could not tell a lie, that had been corned by his wife and his mistress, when a familiar pair of beating wings sounded nearby. Before she could get up to move somewhere else, Sev was in front of her. She tried not to react to the tone of his voice, at least not around the others. “Oh hello darling. Come to join the festivities? I believe you might be a bit late, as many of the humans are making their way into carriages on their way home.” She didn’t bother to motion towards a few that had fallen asleep where they stood on the stairwell.

His command had her wings bowing slightly, and as soon as the other courtiers left to be elsewhere, Silver let out a sigh and followed her prince. She didn’t let her gaze or her chin dip though.

Once in his quarters though, Silver would be lying if she did not feel a pulsing deep within her. And while she knew there might be some hunger within her at this new side of him, there was something else. Fear. Fear he would send her back to Neverland, tell her to never show her face in his court again, and condemn her to a life where everyone knew she had not lived up to her potential. But he would’t do that, he was not like that. Her prince.