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Tim is a fae child. Eternally young, eternally small, eternally eager. Per her nature, she’s drawn to children and tends to lead them away on adventures. Adults tend to either brush her aside as just a child, or to fixate on her as a lost child, filled with the desire to help her. Also per her nature, people tend to be charmed by her, where they remember a smiling child, but not necessarily anything she did. She also can slip in and out of shadows as needed, hiding and sliding through reality to keep herself safe.

In the world of humans, she tends to steal to get by with her diet consisting mostly of sugar. Candy, chocolate, slushees, anything that can be found at a gas station or easily swiped by a register.

She pulls pranks. She loves glitter and paint and animals. She is small. But she is powerful.

SEE, jayce is not new to the concept of yordles nor he’s the type to be surprised to see one, unlike the majority of people he’s heard of. he’s heard plenty of vitriol regarding them in the past, which he’s gladly ignored in favor of more scientific and civilized approaches that don’t involve hunting down or persecuting the creatures as he’s heard is done all too often. it sounds more than barbaric enough not to fit in his progressist ideals, even if he’s never been exactly the most outspoken person for the cause that in itself never truly meant he did not have an opinion on it.

in fact, if he’s honest, the defender usually has a definite opinion about most matters at hand, but whether he kept it to himself or not was a whole different issue. 

                                          that’s not the point now, though. 

word prompts | accepting! | @faefun​

LOSS should not be a a foreign concept for one raised without parents, but what is to miss when he doesn’t remember their faces, when loss occurred when he was so young that recalling who his father or mother were seemed impossible? yet, he’s tasted it vividly and the remembrance is like concrete ash (and walls crumbling downdowndown—) coating his tongue, he dodges the memory with practiced expertise.

but when it comes to the truth, it all  starts and ends with two words, and if he tries hard enough, he can still hear them echo much too clear.