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With an icy chill in the air, the Hyuuga had chosen to remain indoors, meditating in his study.  It was peaceful in front of the floor length windows which faced the trees and small sparrows that interrupted the day’s silence as they pecked at the seeds left for them.  Neji shifted, focusing on the nothingness of the void inside and outside himself with a jounin’s practiced concentration.  It was quiet.  There was nothing around, no one to disturb his much needed day of recuperation.  

A small noise from inside his home rather than outside drew his attention, eyes opening and turning to the western style  futon on the side of the room, on which lay his scarf with an injured creature wrapped warm inside. He had feared she may not survive the trip from the battle site to his home as he carried her back, injured as she was but the winged creature still breathed so he’d left her to rest, Konoha’s medics unable to do anything for one so different to humans as her.  Luckily only her wing seemed to have lasting damage so he hoped that she would make it when given a warm place to recuperate.

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He entered the room with a face of utter disapproval.

"You know, I've had my fair share of hooligans stealing many things, and I mean many things i've witnessed. And now, I'm getting ransacked by pixie dust. The worst moment of my entire life." And judging by his tone, he was sarcastic behind that serious voice. "You aren't going to carry that, that's for sure. Unless you want your back broken and i have to call the pixie hotline to get you patched up on a stretcher. Stop doing that, you're stupid."

Without saying a word, he offered a tiny crumb of chips on his index finger.

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𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 . . Lavender hues SPARKLED with a light akin to the very gems her people harvested, a sheer level of DELIGHT she had not felt in quite some time as of late ; all conveyed, as well, through the BEAMING smile that blossomed upon her lips. There was a daintiness to Elara's motions, digits ever so gently accepting the bouquet -- betwixt her fingertips and free hand hovering around the gift in case it were to fall. ❝ Thank you, Ode. ❞ The queen spoke warmly to the fae ; whom was currently perched on a moonflower, one of many, that grew in the royal gardens. There was a quiet rush of nearby water from the manmade fall, the twittering of birds that fluttered from the canopy of the trees that dotted the vicinity, a TRANQUILITY to be found within this HAVEN.

❝ I've never seen such tiny flowers before. ❞ Giggling, she shifted to seat herself down beside the fae ( so as to be more eye level with her ) and carefully fanned her dress out to avoid any creases ; it was one of her more LAVISH garments, adorned with crystals that framed the cut - off at her shoulders and dipping to her lower back -- displaying the white fur, for her hair was bound up in an INTRICATE up - do ( branch - like crown framing her head ). ❝ You've made my day. I have a gathering I need to attend and I've been dreading it. ❞ Smile fell a bit at the reminder but Elara maintained the SOFTNESS of her gaze. ❝ You're a joy to have around, you know. ❞

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"Please refrain from doing that."

Despite her warning and the cold deference underlying her tone, she didn't raise a hand to swat her away. She didn't even lift her eyes off the page, pursing her lips as her jaw tensed, trying to absorb herself in her book during the quiet, morning hours.

'Trying' being the operative word, as her little house fairy seemed completely enamored with her hair. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought she was trying to nest in it like a bird. All her poking and prodding was making it impossible for her to focus...

She slammed the book shut, the sound reverberating throughout the room up into the rafters. She sniffed in contempt, eyes narrowed into slits as she rapped her fingers on the cover, knowing that her displeasure was not something to be ignored.

"Stop that. I won't warn you again. Are all fairies bereft of manners?"

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Basked in what was known as a flower unavailable in these parts, he had seen plastic and plush versions in stores. Those daffodils smelled like used-up perfume, and those kinds are always a disappointment whenever he stumbles across them in stores. These are real to the touch, and his pinch was gentle to make sure none of the petals broke under the pressure. What do you know, it is real he thought — and what is this? A ladybug is perched on the stem. The last time he'd seen these flowers was on vacation, a place to rid away his thoughts in the rural regions, and these don't ever come by in stores. It's always roses and the common flowers associated with them.

It's almost unfair those daffodils never got the chance to see the light, but here he is, smelling them while the ladybug crawled on his nose. A tickle that almost prompted him to sneeze, but he lay a finger underneath his nostrils to prevent himself from losing his composure. Thankfully, the little ball of red flew away before he had the chance to curse of how much he needed to sneeze right now.

One sneeze and then another- It wouldn't stop.

"No, they say if a flower makes you sneeze a decent ton, then it's a calling, that it's your favorite flower, which it is. You just happened to pick one that gives me a pleasant feeling that tomorrow will be worth waking up to." He perched up just before setting the flower upwards in his shirt pocket. It's dangling on the edge as a perfect fit.

There's not many reasons why this particular flower evokes a strong feeling as to why it's his favorite. If he had to pick one from the list, it would be a sense of familiarity, but he can't pinpoint where or why. He can't retrace it back if there's no steps behind him; it leads to nowhere.

Nonchalantly pulling the flower out to lay it on his ear instead. "They also said that - if you keep them close, your memories or; storing every flower in your house like a crazed hoarder on meth, you won't forget a single thing in your life anymore. That sounds like a fucking scam, but who am I to judge? Does that work for you? You ever keep a flower, you remember things that you thought was forgotten?"

Except him.

That has yet to happen. Sometimes, these spectacles offer nostalgia but never remembered, and melancholy gripping of what was his lost identity.

Collie hoists himself up over the sill of the attic window and all but somersaults gracelessly inside with a thump and a muffled curse, a pile of wet, bedraggled red feathers. Wind and rain follow him through the slamming shutter that had attracted him to shelter here in the first place and as quickly as he can he pulls himself back up and latches it shut. The flash of lightning and a rolling boom of thunder right overhead make him shrink in on himself and quail against the wall and thank god he’s found somewhere to get out of the storm for the night.

He’s just dropped his pack and started to peel out of his soaked jacket when something--a flicker of light? movement? he’s never been able to see well in the dark, even after his eyes adjust--in the corner of his vision makes him jump, one flapping wing sending a few stacked up boxes falling noisily into some of the other clutter that’s up here.

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Neji had not being paying attention to the still recovering creature, which was definitely not a pet despite how he treated her, his back turned as he cleaned up some freshly cut flowers in his kitchen.  The flowers were only simple cornflowers that one might find wild but they were carefully arranged and neatly tied with a matching blue ribbon. He trimmed them up some more, making certain that they would withstand their chilly outdoor destination for as long as possible.

sex+romance headcanons!

Currently Collie doesn’t really have anyone to know or not know about his love life and moves around too much to form really meaningful ties so he basically sleeps around whenever he feels like it... which is not actually all that much? He has a lot of other things to worry about and has cruddy self esteem besides so he doesn’t tend to put himself out there and isn’t really all that experienced.