As his enormous arms surrounded the cabin with great care. Sun rays caressed his shoulders gently, reminding him of where his tiny friend had just been sitting. The remaining sensation of her body still tickled the side of his neck. He’d never forget how her thighs felt clinging on to him. They were just so … soft. And even if it was barely perceptible to him, Finch could feel all her little strength like a tiny pinch on his shoulders. Oh, and the way her arms held him … 

What was he thinking?! 

A wave of guilt overturned him immediately the second he became aware of these thoughts. 

Finch didn’t quite understand it. But he knew it was wrong! So wrong! Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her?! She was just so kind and patient with him. Not to mention stunning as well … He wouldn’t be surprised if each time she visited the village, human men would find themselves drawn to such oneiric beauty. For some reason, just imagining Lavender surrounded by other men made him strangely upset. Ugh! Why was he getting all weird and nervous with his own hypotheticals! 

Eventually, the dark mantle of a silent night arrived. Finch didn’t want to overthink why he hadn’t heard anything from the fairy in a while. After all, she was most likely resting by now.  

The only thing left for him to do was put his monstrously huge body to good use and protect her little cottage with his life. Well … it’s not like it was anything near of a hard task for him. But the giant liked to believe it was the sentiment that counted. Though, he’d prefer if those green little creatures kept their distance.  

His night vision wasn’t the best, but if he were to focus slightly on the foliage. There they were. A dozen pairs of glowing golden eyes scattered around the perimeter. Staring at the behemoth of a man rabidly, knowing their prey would live to see another day.  

No wonder Lavender was so desperate for protection.  

Finch stared at them back. Despite hating the fear he caused on other beings. A part of him was glad the little creatures opted to listen to their instinct. Cause this time around, it’d be the smartest choice.  

“If you take a step closer, I’ll …” None of them did. Fortunately, he didn’t have to start swatting them around to get his point across. Although, if it meant ensuring Lavender’s safety, he wouldn’t mind playing the bad, scary giant.  

Suddenly, a flash of the past invaded him for an instant. A horrified stare. 

… what the hell was that? 

His temples and the back of his skull burned profusely just at the thought. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t decipher where did that came from. Thus, and yet again, Finch couldn’t sleep. As he was being accompanied by insomniac crickets, which serenaded his nerves and drowned tiny shrieks emerging from the cabin.  

… Wait.  

Was she crying? This was bad. Did he do something wrong?! 

Was he holding the cabin too tightly?!  

— … Lav? — he pondered as quietly as his bumbling nerves allowed him to.   

No response. He needed to get a grip of himself. The least she needed was for Finch to make things worse by overreacting.   

"Just breathe." — Hey a-are you okay? — His tone was doing a horrible job of hiding his fear. Painstakingly, he managed to place his ear in contact with the roof. After a few seconds, tiny mutters could be heard from inside. The fairy seemed agitated and … agonizing.  

A part of him wanted to just rip the roof open and shelter her with his own hands. It would be so simple, just one motion, and she would be safe! 

… What the hell was wrong with him?! 

Monster or not. He shouldn’t think this way! He had to get it together. 

— Lavender?! — He pleaded louder this time. His pulse was muffling his common sense. And his lungs were trying their best to keep up the pace.  

No one answered. Why was no one answering?! Just a tiny series of shrieks. But he couldn’t get any of them! On his desperate state, Finch desperately begged Mother Earth to shrink him. Just for a little while! Just small enough so he could enter her home and check if she was okay.  

Of course, nothing happened. 

A normal person could just get in and help her! That’s what a decent friend would do! But he couldn’t even dare to attempt to open the door without risking it would just end up flying off its hinges.  

Even the curtains were drawn, so he couldn't peak inside! 

Out of the blue, a tiny, frightened gasp reached his ears. Followed by hyperventilating breathing. 

— Are you hurt?! — He didn’t quite realize just how much he raised his tone. 

Her voice felt like the lack of moonlight softly caressed his cheeks. — I-I’m fine. I just had a bad dream is all.  S-sorry … I didn’t mean to worry you. — Almost imperceptible. Sweet yet shaky. And extremely terrified.  

Of him. 

Oh no …

 Wait, bad dream? … D-did he terrify the crap out of her this morning that she ended up having a nightmare?! 

He also felt so guilty after she apologized. After all, she wasn’t the one who was about to rip the roof open like an animal. Just then did Finch realize how brutish his actions were. As shame started choking him and the dim sound of shackles reminded him of his place. 

Why did he have to raise his voice like a giant idiot?! No wonder Lavender still feared him! 

 — … Can you hear me? — It seemed as if she yelled as loudly as she could. Still, her voice was barely there. Lost among the howls of the wind. Why did it sound so distant?! Fear overtook his chest. 

— I can but ... just barely. — The only thing he could do was answer the truth. What is this? This wasn’t fair to her … she shouldn’t have to yell just to be heard.  

And that’s when Finch remembered the obvious: the fairy had to be back to her original size by now … “You think a flightless fairy would’ve survived if she stayed three inches?! That’s the size of my pinky!” The mental image of the fairy raising her hands to him popped up. Her tiny, fragile little fingers … which all fitted perfectly on the tip of his nose.   

—  … I’m the one who should apologize. — He whispered, or at least … he thought he did; ocean eyes glued to the shingles. — Am I being too loud? I-I can stop talking if you’d like. — The giant bit his tongue in regret while stumbling over his words.  “Idiot.” 

Suddenly everything started to spin erratically as the realization of it all sank in. Every part of his body felt heavier. As all the leaves began rustling harder, the chant of crickets was louder, and a couple of bears started fighting for no reason! The giant could hear absolutely everything around the forest. Everything … except for her. She remained silent, or at least he couldn’t hear anything!   

His body felt hot and cold at the same time. He definitely had to look like a monster to her now. A mountainous beast.  "Get a hold of yourself.” He had to remain gentle.  

No matter what. No matter how small she was.   

She was still the woman who had accepted his friendship, despite all her doubts. The giant just hoped that she would see it in the same way. No matter how monstrously huge he seemed to the fairy, he’d never do anything to hurt her. She knew that … right?  

Much to his surprise, Lavender’s velvet voice reached him again. — Don’t, please. — she answered with an odd sense of urgency. For a moment, he almost forgot what he had asked in the first place. — Could you just … whisper to me until I fall asleep? — She pleaded.  

… huh? 

An amused chuckle almost escaped from his lips as his stiff shoulders eventually relaxed. Once again, the fairy left him speechless. Despite their bizarre circumstances. Despite the fact that he could now easily hold her just with the tip of his finger … Lavender continued to treat him like a person.  

How could he refuse such a favor? In fact, how could he refuse anything if it came from her?  

And so, after questioning her if she had finally eaten something. Finch proceeded to awkwardly narrate to his little friend about the first time he got to pet a bear cub a couple centuries ago.   

Maybe it was for the best that Finch couldn’t see her. The cabin indirectly became a barrier that fortunately hid them from each other. As indulging in their presence would end up being too much for each other. Especially for the little fairy …   

 Oh well … at least she was alright, and they could still pretend all of this was completely normal. His jaw started hurting. Nevertheless, the giant managed to fall asleep while still surrounding the cabin gently with his arms.  

Even if the sea of nerves on his mind had subsided, something else disturbed slightly the waves of his subconscious. Something new and old at the same time.  

Ever so slightly.  

Ever so … 

… 

Morning arrived lazily and surprisingly quiet, through dim sun rays accompanied by big drowsy clouds. 

A couple of ravens had found their way to rest upon the top of the giant’s head. As he remained in the same position as last night. Fortunately, this time around he got to stretch his legs alongside the mountain range.    

Eventually, the tiniest voice carried him back gently from a deep slumber. — Finch? — the fairy pondered.  Slowly but surely, he regained consciousness right in time to register where his arms were located before making any regretful movements. 

—… Finch, you awake? — She questioned patiently. "What a pretty voice." 

— Huh? Yeah, I’m up. Good morning, Lav. — The giant drew out groggily. The fluttering sound indicated the bird's departure. — How did you sleep? Any nightmares? 

He hoped his "just woke up" voice didn’t come out as creepy or intimidating. Especially since he forgot he had to whisper. Crap. The last thing he wanted was to burst her eardrums. The remaining lethargy on his mind evaporated. As Finch, could only gulp in regret. Wait. Were her ears capable of catching that? 

Could she hear his heartbeat?! 

— ... Luckily no, heh. — The little fairy responded calmly. Though, she couldn’t hide the slight tremble in her voice.  

He knew it. All too well.  

—  Though, I hate to break it to you. But I fell asleep right after the part where you found the bear’s den in your story. — She teased as usual, as if she were in complete control of the situation.  

With the quietest smile, he managed to reply softly. — Ouh, but that was the best part. — He played along. She was just too cute! Was it wrong that a part of him wanted to nuzzle the shingles with his cheek? ... 

 Urgh! Why did he have to be such a creep?!  

        —  W-well, I’m glad I could help you out. — He managed to respond with a murmur.  

The mental image of the tiny fairy resting on the pillow of her now immense bed, made his heart warm while causing a rather uncomfortable knot on his throat all at the same time. It was a peculiar duality his mind hadn’t gotten used to yet. 

— Yep! Your voice at this volume can be rather soothing. — Lavender peeped weirdly energetic ... did something else happen yesterday? 

— Soothing … —  The word in it of itself seemed so unfamiliar... Who in their right mind would describe him like that?! Was she feeling okay? — I think we have different definitions for soothing. 

— You’d be surprised but, it’s like a gentle rumbling, you could say ... when you’re whispering. — She clarified between a giggle that caused goosebumps all over his spine. 

Perhaps her and Charlie weren’t as different as he once thought. 

As their conversation flowed smoothly; between whispers and screams. His ears slowly found its way towards the shingles once again. Lavender answered all his doubts patiently and explained how she made it work with her small stature. She insisted that she had everything she needed right at her bedside table, where she was currently staying. Though it bothered him a bit that he couldn't do anything else to help her.  

Now that he was calm, if he were to close his eyes, Finch could easily imagine the little fairy at her human size just sitting on the rooftop. Right next to him. While her pretty hair danced with the summer breeze. It was silly, but he felt like a dragon guarding a princess at the top of the tallest tower. Just like in the stories Charlie used to read to him ... although, giants and dragons were usually the villains. 

... Why didn't he remember any of that until now? What was the first story he ever read to him? 

A small voice brought him back from his trance. — Hey, are you alright? I-I can’t talk any louder than this! — She peeped. 

— Ah, sorry. I ... got distracted, heh. — He attempted to clarify in a mumble. — W-what were you saying? 

A theatrically offended scoff could be heard from inside. — I was saying that I'm feeling a lot better now. I can prepare the protection spell ... s-so you can stop taking care of me. — The fairy reassured. It was their plan after all, but a part of him didn't want to leave. Moving meant shaking the ground, and he didn't want to traumatize the fairy all over again. — Didn't you tell me that you usually clean the forest after a big storm? I don't want to waste your time.  

He had completely forgotten about everything regarding the forest. Usually, he would’ve done it by now. But what he couldn't understand was why Lavender thought she was bothering him. She even said something similar yesterday.  

Why did she think she was such a burden?  

Or perhaps … his presence had become too overwhelming to her, and this was her way of letting him know.  

Yeah … that must be it.  

He began, unaware of his pouty lip. — I don’t mind taking care of— The telltale signs of hoofs broke his sentence.  

Were there two of them?  

Four?  

— What’s wrong? — The fairy pondered nervously. The hoofs were now mixing up with footsteps. 

Maybe even six? 

Where were them? 

— Something’s getting closer. — Finch warned; his body tensed up while he rapidly inspected the foliage. There were no signs of goblins or any animal for that matter. — But I can’t see anything. 

Something so small that he couldn't see wouldn't be able to make such noise. His hand unconsciously barricaded the cabin door. 

A small shaky voice caught his attention. — Are you sure this is a good idea? — It whispered. 

The giant opted to remain silent, so as to reveal their location.  

— No clue, but she stole from us again! — A second voice responded, more nervous than the last. 

Were they talking about Lavender? No matter how hard he looked, there was nothing but grass and a lonely apple tree.  

He could've sworn he heard a mumble from the cabin. 

— But the big guy freaks me out! — The leaves rustled slightly. His confusion outweighed his guilt. He couldn't avoid finding the nickname funny. 

 —  Guys ... — A third, more centered voice emerged. Though, it seemed like all of them came from the same location. Finch had to fight his urge to rub his eyes; something told him he was going insane. 

The first one chimed in. — Oh, he’s harmless! I saw him once cry watching a pigeon learn how to fly.  

His face felt warm from embarrassment.  

— Well, I saw him crush a tree by accident! — The giant was aware that various creatures had observed him from the sidelines throughout his life. But this was something else. He also would’ve preferred that Lavender didn’t hear that last part. 

— Guys! — The third voice fruitlessly attempted yet again to intervene. 

— You worry too much Opal. It’s not like he can see us! — The leaves rustled yet again. His gaze fixated on the back of the trunk.   

— Yeah, but we’ve never gotten this close!— It spat. The patch of grass beneath the tree shifted oddly. 

— Finch. — Lavender finally chipped in. — They're druids. Shapeshifters. For the most part their harmless but … 

But what? 

Dark eyelashes squinted in thought. — Guys! He’s staring!  

Abruptly, the space beside the trunk distorted slightly. Revealing three odd little creatures out of thin air. Finch couldn't dare move a muscle, yet his brows furrowed on their own. He'd seen their kind before, yet until now he learned what they were called. 

—Gah! Juniper, w-why didn't you say anything before! — The one in the center yelped while placing their trembling body between the other two and the giant. All of them had humanoid features, yet they also had silver hair, and their heads were beautifully adorned with curved horns and fluffy ears. The only male looking one had deer hind legs which remarked his skittish movements. 

— I did! But you never listen to me! — The one on the left snapped back. None of them broke eye contact with the giant. 

All of them stared at him in horror. As if at any point he was going to snatch them away from the tree. 

The sheer thought made him nauseaos. 

— Stop fighting! — The last one begged and with the weakest tone managed to mutter. — ... Perhaps he'll just let us take what's ours? — It appeared as if the little being were about to pass out. 

Lavender scoffed, although it wasn't loud enough for the creatures to hear. — They believe for some reason that the apple tree belongs to them. — She revealed without trying to hide her frustration.  

Oh, that explains a lot.  

It took less than two seconds for the creatures to start bickering and arguing recklessly with each other, as if he wasn't there. It seemed none of them had an actual plan, not even the one who wanted to warn them about Finch. The giant had no clue what he should do. For a moment, the druids resembled wild human children, as their dispute was rapidly invaded by chaos. The song of cicadas adorned his bewilderment.  

It took a bit until he could find an opportunity to intervene. Finch inferred it was best not to make sudden movements, so he could only muster to tilt his head slightly. Hoping that would make him seem slightly less threatening.  

— Hi, can I-uh, help you? — Silence fell instantly, as the trio of druids were reminded of his presence. All of them could easily be mistaken as humans, if one were to only focus on their faces and clothing. Still, as Finch finally got a chance to observe their features, he realized just how big their eyes appeared, similar to prey animals. His gaze fixated mainly on the one in the center. His shaggy, silver hair, his arched nose and elongated face seemed oddly familiar

... too familiar. 

 — W-wait, are you ... Oak? — Finch questioned innocently, without even realizing he knew that name until it came out of his mouth. He wasn't sure who that was, but something told him his subconscious did. He'd seen that face before.  

The creatures gave him a perplexed look and stared at each other in disbelief. — You have the wrong druid, big guy. That's my grandpa. — The being scratched the nape of his neck; poorly attempting to appear untroubled. — He said you might get confused. Though, I personally don't see the resemblance. — The being grumbled that last part mostly to his companions who hadn't stopped using him as a living shield. The short-haired one seemed to be in awe, while the other continued to tremble in fear.  

He couldn't stand that look in their eyes; it made his heart ache profusely. The giant fought the urge to appear smaller. After all, he still needed to protect Lavender.  

— A-anyways, the name's Bo. And as representatives of our kind, my siblings and I kindly ask you to step back so we can discuss with the renegade fairy. — The little being stood up straight and stared right through him.  Despite being terrified, Finch knew he was making such an effort. Part of him wanted to commend the little one for acting so bravely.  

—Oh, nice to meet you Bo, — He couldn't grant their request, so being polite was the least he could do. His gaze landed upon the other two. Juniper and Opal, if he wasn't mistaken. But he couldn't decipher which one was which. — ... and company. I’m Finch.  

— Isn't that a human name? — One in the back whispered to their siblings. Clearly unaware that the behemoth could hear them.  

"Remain gentle, don't raise your voice."  — I'm sorry, but I can't do that. — He informed with the warmest, most apologetic tone he could manage. 

The druids stared at each other, analyzing the situation.  — What do we do?! — The long haired one fretted in a murmur.  

— Relax, I got this. — Bo replied in the same manner. Swiftly, he faced him once again.  

The little one placed his hands on his waist. — All fairies do is lie and cheat. Trust me, you don't wanna get involved with any of them. Especially that one. — He gestured with his head towards the cabin. His last words left a bitter taste on the giant's throat. Feeling slightly offended on behalf of his friend. Lavender was nothing like that ... right? 

Nevertheless, he couldn't dare show his discomfort. Not even a bit.  

— She stole our tree. We just want to take it back to where it belongs. — The druid on the right attempted to reason with him. Guilt grappled his chest  

He nodded while weighing his choices. — I was the one who uprooted it. I didn’t know it belonged to anyone.  

Suddenly Bo appeared to have an 'Aha!' moment. As if the final missing piece had fallen in place. — Oh, so she fooled you to do her bidding, huh? Don't worry Finch, we'll just take it back after we have a word with her.  

Why were they so adamant about speaking with her? Did they know how small she was now? And if they did ... what would they do to her? Three against one already seemed unfair. They didn't seem to have an apparent malicious intent. But he'd rather not risk it.  

Unbeknownst to him, Lavender was fuming. — Tell Bo he can eat my!— 

— She’s not feeling well right now! — The giant interjected louder than he would've anticipated due to the shock. His face was invaded by a pink tinge of shame. He immediately went stiff when he noticed. 

As the druids had already backed away, covering their ears. There it was again.  

That horrified stare. Why couldn't he ... 

If the humanoid creatures had reacted that way. He couldn't even fathom how terrified his three-inch-friend must be.  

"Idiot!" 

Mentally, he reached for his handcuffs once again. And this time, he made sure to tighten them shut. If Lavender were to give him that exact look now, he would've burst into tears and bury himself alive. 

He cleared his throat as quietly as he could. — I-I mean-uh, she didn’t ask me to take the whole tree. That was my idea. — He admitted. The druids fortunately didn't seem to want to flee yet. — So, technically, I was the one who stole from you.  

— … Are you sure? — Bo's tone was full of incredulity. — Fae tend to trick other creatures for their own benefit. It's kinda like their thing. — He assured with certainty while his siblings nodded. 

— Bullshit! — The little woman grumbled. — Ugh! I'm going to kill him next week!  

— Please don’t. — Finch implored while staring at the roof. The druid's horns seemed rather flammable.  

The creatures didn't understand who he was talking to though, so they could only stare at him rather confused. His gaze returned to them. — I'm sorry, Lavender had nothing to do with this. This is all on me.  

— Hey, you don't need to take the blame. — She reassured scoldingly. — Druids just think they own everything! 

The corners of his lips quirked up softly. — So, if you need to discuss something with anybody, it should be me. 

Blue eyes found themselves staring at the three creatures, as his features were naturally filled with kindness. He wasn't about to argue with beings a hundred times smaller than him. Whether the tree belonged to them or not was between their kind and the rest of the inhabitants in the forest. 

Bo exchanged looks full of skepticism with his siblings, without saying a word. As if staring at each other gave them the ability to communicate telepathically. Maybe it was the case, yet the giant man had no way of knowing. 

 — Alright. Would you be willing to give us our tree back and place it where it belongs? It'd be way easier if you did, big guy. — He queried.  

Finch bit the inside of his cheek in contemplation. He could easily do it, but... 

The long-haired druid tried to say something yet couldn't find the courage. — Please, it has been one of our sources of sustenance for generations. — The other fretted. 

— I see. — He would've never imagined that such simple action would affect the order of the forest so much. Then again, he hadn't been awake for a long, long time. — Perhaps we could reach an agreement?  

Bo's eyes drifted to various directions, processing what he just said. —... huh?  

However, his short-haired sibling covered his mouth before the druid could speak. — What kind of agreement? — They questioned dubiously. 

All of them got closer. Even if it was subconscious, it was a clear sign that they were less scared. Or their curiosity was greater. His heart tingled slightly. Finch couldn't recall when was the last time he had exchanged so many words with more than one person! 

Who wouldn't be ecstatic? 

His brows furrowed in thought. — Well, if you're so desperate for getting this tree back, I'm guessing you don't have plenty to eat. — He hoped that didn't come off as disrespectful. Yet, it strangely made sense. Even if, throughout all his waking moments, the soil had always been rich and full of life.  — S-so, I'll plant as many fruit trees as you desire if you let my friend keep this one.  

— ... friend? — Bo had already managed to remove his sibling's hand out of his mouth. He stared at the giant as if he had two heads. 

— Oh, Finch ... — The fairy sighed. — You don't need to do all that. — Dimples decorated his features. 

But he did. Instinctually, he knew it was his responsibility. And maybe that would give him a chance to discover the mysteries of his apparently broken mind. It could even be possible that the grandfather of this trio had some answers. Besides, this was the perfect opportunity to get close in a non-threatening way! 

The druids began whispering to each other, weighing the pros and cons. Every couple of seconds, they would stare back distrustfully.  

They were taking an awful lot of time. He hadn't noticed how his stomach had become a ball of nerves until now. — Of course, you can take as many apples as you want while they grow. I-In fact, why don't you take some now? — Finch offered, staring anxiously at the fruit.  

Bo scoffed hesitantly; crossing his arms. — It's true that in the last couple of centuries we've been ... struggling to get by ... — His gaze found its way to the apple tree. The others avoided making eye contact with the giant.  

Who would've guessed these creatures were living in such distress? ... What happened while he was gone?  

— We want twenty-No! — Bo's raspy voice brought him back. — Fifty fruit trees planted by the end of summer! — He barked, probably louder than he expected. His deer legs were trembling incessantly. No matter how hard he tried, the little druid was still scared shitless. Nevertheless, he remained firm, staring at him defiantly. Even if they had just met. Finch couldn't avoid feeling proud of him. No one on their sane mind would even dare to get close enough to demand anything from a giant. 

He couldn't avoid letting out an amused scoff as he decided right there that he liked the kid. — I can get it done by the end of the month. — Finch revealed with a subtle challenging tone. 

A giggle arose from the little cottage. —  Look at you, sounding all confident. — The fairy flattered with an alluring cadence. 

— I’m just happy I get to help out. — He thought out loud. 

— Then I’m glad. — Just imagining Lavender’s smile while tilting her head to the side made his heart flutter in a way he’d never experienced before. The pink tinge had already expanded to the tip of his ears. 

The druids took a moment to get back to their senses. None of them could believe the mountain giant had not only agreed to their absurd request, but also that he assured he could get it done earlier.  

Bo smirked candidly. Juniper and Opal remained quiet, yet their black eyes were now twinkling with serene intrigue. — Y’know, you’re not what I would’ve expected. You’re not like ... any of us would’ve expected at all honestly. —  The druid admitted in between a nervous chuckle, right at the moment his arms surrounded each one of his siblings in a brutely caring manner. Causing one of them to almost trip over.  

However, when they realized their brother used the gesture in order to keep his composure, they instantly held him deftly in solidarity. Finch could only grin sheepishly in response. He knew that if he were to start thanking them all excitedly, he'd probably raise his volume by accident. Even so, internally his heart started jumping all over like a little kid. 

 — Can you start tomorrow? We need to prepare all the seeds. — The druid questioned eagerly, still holding on to their peers.  

— Yeah, it's actually perfect. — He nodded. That would give him just enough time to fix up the forest. 

Afterwards, the druids proceeded to each gather a handful of apples giddily. Their simple, energetic motions easily managed to reveal just how young they probably were. Finch's chest felt warm as his mind was still processing everything that had just transpired. 

Before the trio left, Bo skittishly turned back to the giant man. —  Hey, big guy ... —  Except this time, his demeanor showed no trace of terror. At first, his mouth opened, uncertain about what he should say. —  Thank you. — He simpered.  

The giant’s expression softened further when he noticed how their gazes glimmered hopefully. — It was nothing, kids. I’ll be at the pond tomorrow morning, okay? — Finch notified with a caring tone.  

There was nothing the little creatures could do to guarantee the giant was going to keep his promise. Nevertheless, they departed calmly; a full sense of tranquility filled their hearts, as their arms were filled to the brim with apples. A symbol of trust between the two races. And perhaps, even an olive branch from the fairy. 

— Wow, and to think I’ll have to share you from now on. —  The little woman quipped playfully. He knew that she was just joking, but he couldn’t help feeling oddly excited everytime she used that tone.  

Finch didn’t want her to stop teasing him.  

He suppressed a breathy chuckle. —You’re sure you’ll be alright? —  He questioned slightly worried, while his hand retreated from the entrance.  

— Yep, in fact, while you were chatting with your new friends, I had just enough time to perform the protection spell. —  Lavender affirmed.  

Surely enough, if the giant were to focus, he could manage to hear a sort of twinkling, hollow chant emerging from the cabin. Which apparently indicated traces of magic. A quiet expansion from his pupils revealed astonishment, barely perceptible. He would never stop feeling amazed at the little fairy's capabilities. — C-Can I still come to check up on you? I’ll be careful.  

—  I’m going nowhere, big guy. — She reminded him, using the new nickname to tease him even further. — It’ll actually be nice to have someone to talk to. Speaking of which, you could even save me from dying of boredom. — Finch hoped he’d be able to hear that laugh for the rest of his life. — Just ... please try not to shake the ground so much. 

His field of view registered carefully where all of his limbs were, as the giant nodded to himself. — I’ll do my best. — His tone was secure as it softly travelled through vibrations that caressed the fairy’s entire body. —  I promise. I’ll see you tomorrow then, yell if you need anything, okay? 

And with that, he painstakingly departed his friend's abode by crawling, trying to center his weight through every single movement. It turned out to be harder than he expected, as there were various instances where he couldn't tell where to place his folded knees. Fortunately, the behemoth didn't tumble or crush any trees, not even with his belly. Which even shocked him.  

Despite the sun rays that had gradually increased that morning, the fresh air of the forest still had traces of humidity. He hoped there wouldn't be any critters stuck amongst the wreckage of the storm. If that were the case, he owed more than just one apology. Eventually, the giant determined that he was far enough he could get up without disturbing Lavender. As his gaze elevated and the breeze became thinner, he felt the sudden urge to look back. It was baffling that the little cottage could appear even smaller from here. Almost imperceptible if he weren't looking for it.  

He couldn't help but wonder if he would even be able to see the fairy now if she weren't inside the cabin. Better yet, how would the fairy react? Would she eventually allow him to see her in her original form? Just imagining it made his head start spinning. And part of him knew it was best to stop haunting his consciousness with the impossible. 

It took an immense amount of strength for him to eventually continue the path to venture into the heart of the forest. Calculating each booming step like second nature through the uneven ground, moving and shifting his immense body so as not to disturb anyone. The remaining droplets from the treetops tickled his thighs and knees, reminding him of his unfinished task. Finch had just been so focused on absolutely everything regarding Lavender that he hadn't noticed all the branches and whole limbs from the trees that had ended up knocked down due to the storm, not to mention the immense amount of debris left by the tumbling mountains.  

Yesterday during their walk, nothing else mattered to him but her safety, as she quite literally trusted him with her life. Everything that didn't involve getting the fairy back home just seem to blur in a blink of an eye. A pit of worry slowly began to eat him whole. He was aware that he should have done this sooner, and yet, when the fairy asked for his help, he unconsciously abandoned everything else. Including his responsibilities.  

This discovery not only left him more confused than before, but it also began gnawing the back of his skull. Because, no matter how he put it, he didn't feel the usual suffocating guilt that pierced through his chest.  

He just couldn't. 

He inevitably found various sizes of piles scattered throughout the entire area; some hidden better than others beneath the foliage. Swiftly he got to work; strong hands began to gently pick up remnants of fallen pines and rocks, whilst his eyes remained attentive in order not to harm anyone that would've possibly gotten stuck amongst all the chaos. Fortunately, no critter or creature was trapped under the rubble. Finch just had to clean up the entries of multiple burrows and dens, which was entirely worth it. Since the cutest family of rabbits climbed into his palm. — Aren't you the sweetest little things? — With a single digit he methodically managed to pet them all.  

… Though, after a bit, they didn’t want to jump down. No matter how much the giant begged them. Thus, he had no choice but to do the rest with one arm. Which doubled the workload, but he didn't mind. He opted to put away anything that might get in the way near the remains of his mountain. When night fell, he placed the little fuzzballs on his chest and surprisingly fell asleep with ease under a mantle absent from moonlight; yet accompanied by the dim glow of stars. Reminiscing on little druids and a certain dragonfly fairy. 

The week flew by in a heartbeat, whilst his mind and body remained occupied under the summer heat. Working with Bo and the others turned out to be way more exhilarating than he would've expected. Through each new seed planted, the giant was finally able to distinguish Juniper from Opal. Even though neither of them dared yet to speak to him directly. Unlike their brother, who after getting over his initial doubts, started using Finch as his personal ladder.  

— See? I told you he was harmless! — The little druid boasted cockily to Opal while standing on his shoulder as if he were a pirate at the top of his ship's mast.  

The giant still couldn't wrap his head around how quickly other inhabitants revealed themselves to him as if it was nothing. He assumed it was because he had already managed to gain the trust of the peculiar trio. They explained to him that druids use their magic to hide their settlement from intruders, and that if the majority agreed, sooner or later their entire community would be revealed to him.  

Never in his long-lived existence had something like this happen, or at least he couldn't recall. It all seemed so surreal, as if out of nowhere he began living the life of somebody else. There wasn't a day that went by that didn't end up with his cheeks sore from smiling so much. And the best part was that each time the sun went down, he got to chat with Lavender until one of them fell asleep, who was usually the fairy. It was fascinating to realize that when she did sleep peacefully with her current form, her body would eventually glimmer golden or purplish hues which timidly revealed themselves to the giant through the corners of the curtain. 

A warm sense of peace gently surrounded him. 

On a particularly sunny day, Finch casually asked the druids if he could meet their grandfather. He couldn't stop thinking about his revelation regarding his memories. — Believe me, the old man wants to see you. But, he's not been feeling well lately and needs as much rest as he can get. — Bo insisted. — I basically had to strap him to bed this morning! — The giant understood and hoped for the best. Getting answers would have to wait.  

He was aware that perhaps his mind was just blowing all of this out of proportion. Hence, the reason why he hadn't told Lavender yet. He didn't want her to think that he had gone insane.  

However, on her end, across each moonless night it struck him that her playful demeanor had slowly dissipated. And almost every night, Finch would ask her if she was feeling alright and if she had eaten something. To which the fairy would give short answers or deflect, explaining that she was just exhausted and felt desperate for the next moon phase. — I'm just tired of feeling so weak. Don't worry about it, Finch. — She declared. But that's all his brain could do.  

Despite his growing doubts, the fairy unconsciously maintained his nerves at ease quite easily: She'd always ask him if he'd be back the next day. 

And of course, he did. 

On the last night of the week, Lavender shocked him when she spontaneously asked him if they could meet the next day by the pond in the evening. She even requested that he'd bring the shirt she had forgotten on his cave the night of the storm, because she needed it for "something special" and refused to explain herself even further. He had to suppress his excitement from such sudden invitation that taunted him with all the mystery surrounding it.  

Finch made sure to finish his work way earlier, so he could wash the little shirt as best he could and let it all day by the sun to dry. He was elated; it felt like an eternity ever since he had seen the fairy! 

What was this surprise about? 

Did she find something regarding whether she could shrink him? 

Or perhaps she only wanted some company? Then, what did she need the shirt for? 

Would she hate that his beard had already grown again? 

Questions like this filled his sporadic mind during the entire day.  

The crescent moon arose proudly to the entire forest. Its shine reflected seductively on the cool water of the pond, as the usual crickets, the howls of the wind and the occasional owl complemented its tempting serenade.  

The giant had managed to convince the same fawn he had terrified more than a week ago that he meant no harm as he profusely apologized while waiting for his friend to arrive. He had suggested carrying her like last time, to which the fairy respectfully rejected the idea. Mainly cause she missed being able to walk by herself. 

Currently, the little fawn was peacefully resting on Finch's palm near the pond. A single digit bigger than its entire head pet the creature with unexpected dexterity. He was desperately trying to calm his excitement by distracting himself, but to no avail, unbeknownst to the critter who was ever so slowly falling asleep.  

The fairy was taking an awful long time. It was rather odd; she didn't seem to be the type of person that showed up late for no reason. A knot began painfully forming on his throat imagining all kinds of "worst case scenarios". 

Had something happened to her? 

Was she in danger?! 

Even the tranquility of the pond was affected by the giant's nerves. His folded legs shifted slightly, anxiously sending vibrations to the body of water.  

Before Finch could stand up to look for her, however, a velvet voice reached him. 

— Fiiiiiiinch, where are youuuu? — She mused loudly in a drawled out singsong tone. But he couldn't find her exact location beneath all the treetops. Furthermore, her steps sounded closer, yet, for some reason, they stumbled on each other carelessly. He determined the best course of action was to not move an inch.  

... What was going on? 

The fairy even giggled strangely. — Come out, come out, where ever you aaare! — She went on; it sounded like she was imitating someone or something. But the mountain giant had no clue what came over her. 

—  Lav? —  He called out to her, though received no response. Perhaps the anticipation just made time pass at a turtle's pace. Yet when the fairy finally revealed herself, Finch instantly understood that something was definitely wrong. 

Lavender's beauty was truly accentuated by moonlight. Nevertheless, her long locks of hair covered most of her gorgeous face haphazardly. Which explained why she couldn't see him. But that wasn't the end of it. The corners of her lips were elevated into an enraptured smile; a type of smile he had never seen before on her. While her confident posture ironically seemed to barely hold her from just collapsing into the ground.  

On her right hand, the fairy sloppily held onto a weird little bottle he instantly recognized. He gulped. — H-hey ... Did you drink all that? — He pondered worringly. Lavender could only giggle excitedly in response.  

— Why? Do you want some? — The reflection of the glass almost blinded him.  

... He was speechless. 

(Couldn't decide if Finch should be looking front or not, so you decide) Also, Part 12 does exist I swear! (half of it) :,)

I just survived another semester where I had to co-write the prologue of a visual novel (which I can't even guarantee will ever see the light of day haha, I'm still recovering). Thus, it wasn't until a couple days ago that I started writing for fun again.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE :)

And knowing the mountain giant, he’d never approach an inhabited area unless it was absolutely necessary. AKA: A child that wandered too far away from their village and has determined that the giant man is now their friend after waking him up from a nap . Promptly after having a panic attack, followed by cuteness overload. Finch would have no choice but to get the kid back home safely.

- Are you sure I can get close to the village? … Oh, I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.

He’d fruitlessly attempt to explain to the child that they shouldn’t introduce him to anyone. But inevitably, and much to his surprise, Finch finds himself surrounded by people that not are not only extremely kind, but welcoming towards him as well.

The giant would be rather uneasy and painstakingly careful. Waiting at every second for the illusion to just break. But it never does.

The village would be incredibly grateful for Finch’s aid into bringing one of them back home. If they’d tried to gift him something, (after crying alone about it) the giant would awkwardly accept it and cherish it with his life.

He loves when the little ones ask him for help. Although he’s constantly wondering if all of this is just a dream. (Even though giants can’t). No job is too big for him, and he’d always manage to do anything with a smile.

By this point, I’d still imagine him restraining himself from being too grabby or touchy with any of them. Mainly because of that fear of himself that has always been ingrained into his psyche.

So yeah, even though Finch would be apprehensive at first. He would inevitably come to adore the village and each of their tiny inhabitants that opted to accept him just out of the kindness of their heart. Which would result into him becoming rather protective and rather nervous regarding their wellbeing.

Thank you for the question!

I giggled. — I know, right? — I wish someday I could let it grow, though being a fast-flying fairy with long hair would just be asking for an accident to happen.

Before Poppy could even respond, the clattering sound of the doorknob guided our attention to the entrance. Impatient steps introduced Iris to the room, with her usual apathetic and tired expression. Fit for a fairy on her late autumn stage.

Amber eyes landed directly on me in a flash. — There’s trouble at the border. We need to get going now. — Without missing a beat, the wasp-winged fairy retrieved her satchel from the hanger and her trusty needle. — Two human men have entered the area. Our fae informant has good reason to believe their intention is to find the colony. For what purpose I do not know, and I don’t want to find out. — She blurted rapidly while masking her nervousness with her signature poker face, though I’ve known her long enough to know that she’s incredibly scared.

I don’t like this. She’s rarely scared of anything. Not even humans.

As a medical toxicologist, Iris was responsible of dealing with intruders as well as attending to our people injured by poison. I gave her a cocky look, in some sort of attempt to break the tension she had just loaded on us.  — So, you need your favorite bait, huh? — I stretched my arms confidently and proceeded to adjust my sandals.

Meanwhile Poppy just stood there analyzing everything with her big doe eyes and her partly open mouth aching to intervene.

— Yes, now move. — Iris ordered; her hand was already at the doorknob. I stared at her defiantly through her piercing glare. Trying to decipher any other emotion coming from her. But that blank expression said everything.

She was mortified.

My steps shortened the distance between us. — A little “please” wouldn’t kill you, y’know? — I joked as I crossed my arms and leaned my head towards her direction. We both knew she needed me. Sure, for a wasp Iris was known for being stupidly fast. But not as fast as a dragonfly.

She could only muster to roll her eyes at me. A couple decades ago, she got tired of berating me for being “too overconfident”, so I assumed she only gave up. But I couldn’t help it, if I had to put myself in danger for a living. The least everyone around me could do was cut me some slack.

Especially since I was told at the beginning that this job would only require me to deliver the mail.

A little voice emerged from the other side of the room. — Can I come? —  Poppy asked excitedly. And the moment those words left her lips I already knew the answer. Her gaze found me; it was almost as if she could read my train of thought. — I’ve been practicing my illusion magic. I can help! — She justified.

— Absolutely not. — Iris cut her off by raising her tone and shot her with a look of disapproval. To which the young beetle-winged fairy backed down like a scared little pillbug.

With a sigh I turned to her, searching for her hands. — You heard the witch kiddo. — I held her. —  It’s for your own safety, you know that, right?

Poppy nodded with sadness in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand tenderly, as much as I would love for her to come, she wasn’t ready. She was still too young to even be allowed outside the colony on her own. Besides, she had her own responsibilities here. —  If I don’t come back, you can keep my honey stash. — I teased with a wink and let her go.

— Don’t say that! — She chastised as her face flushed red. Little beetle wings fluttered in fear.

I reached the exit; Iris had already left the room and was definitely going to be mad at me for slowing us down. —  Oh please. — I tittered while holding the door frame. —  They’d need to catch me first.

And we both know that’s never going to happen.

Currently:

The tumbling sound of apples brought me back to my senses. I clumsily attempted to catch them but to no avail. I just managed to make a fool out of myself since I tripped on my cloak. Because of course I did. Great. Just great.

The fairy sitting on the countertop merely scoffed and shook her head with her arms crossed. And suddenly I felt transported back to my training days. When Iris couldn’t comprehend why I was so incompetent with magic. “You’re lucky you have those wings.” She used to say through the constant headaches I caused her. A burning ache on my chest emerged and the non-existing food from my stomach felt like a painful hollow that expanded by the minute.

 … My throat never felt so dry. — What are you doing here?! — I hissed with an embarrassing crack in my voice. Even if my mentor was now to me the size of my pinky. She never stopped being immensely intimidating.

— It’s nice to see you too, “Lav”. You look awful. — She pronounced the nickname Finch gave me as if it were acid. Oh no …

Fuck.

My face felt hot from embarrassment. I could only manage to focus on picking up the apples and placing them in the nearest basket among the bottle of ale with shaky hands. I had intended on eating a couple of them, though getting rid of my hunger now seemed like the least of my problems.

Iris fluttered around me. Searching for new bruises. Instinctually I froze as she got closer, almost as if my body knew I had done something I wasn’t supposed to. — Glad to see you’re still alive. — She grumbled, and despite absolutely everything in her demeanor, I could sense a hidden warmth on her gaze.

Before I could even attempt to formulate a response, a booming voice thundered from above. — Everything okay in there? —  Suddenly, the little light that entered my windows was swallowed by those bulging arms I’d recognized anywhere. I couldn’t help but flinch as the floor and walls rattled slightly. My heartbeat was sent flying. Finch wasn’t going to leave anytime soon because I asked him to guard the cabin!

What did he hear? Does he know there’s someone else here? I couldn’t exactly put it into words, but the slight possibility made me nervous. My gaze lingered on the ceiling as I imagined him staring at the roof with that worried expression of his. I cleared my throat. — Y-yeah, don’t worry about it. — I yelped pathetically. Yet before I could say anything else, the ceiling was enveloped with a white glow. It wasn’t long until I realized the walls also seemed to be covered with this strange magic.

My head snapped back at the one who clearly was responsible. — What did you do?! — I huffed in a whisper.

Iris had returned to her spot on the countertop. Despite being aware that a literal giant was behind that door. She seemed surprisingly collected. We were far from being the same size now, but I knew that underneath that composure she had to be hiding a ball of nerves. — Relax, you can speak at a normal volume now. It’s a soundproof barrier. —  She explained bluntly.

I analyzed how the magic danced on my walls like a sleepy river on a misty night. As well as the subtle whisper of wind chimes that seemed to emerge from it. — New trick from Poppy I suppose. — I blurted mostly to myself with an unconscious smile. She had always been a terrible flyer, but an incredible magic user.

Iris made a little sound of agreement. I weakly grabbed the only chair I possessed and sat within a generous range from the fairy. — How is she? — I couldn’t help but wonder, while staring at the floor.

— Alive and well thanks to you. — She confirmed with bittersweetness in her words. — Now are you going to explain to me … whatever the hell that was? And why is it still here?! — Her head pointed at the door as her arms remained crossed. She was getting impatient.

The flesh-colored barriers around the window shifted slightly. He could easily crush the cabin simply if he hugged it tightly. Goosebumps invaded the nape of my neck, and I slapped that thought out of my mind. “He wouldn’t do that.” The remaining warmth of his body on my legs was reminder enough to understand that.

If Finch was saying something I had no way of knowing, as it seemed the barrier worked both ways. I swallowed. What was I supposed to say? My mind couldn’t stop spinning. And a part of me wanted to start laughing like a maniac. Would she think I’ve gone mad if I told her that I liked his company? … Who I’m I kidding?!

Of course she would!

Iris intervened again, perhaps realizing that I needed some assistance with where to start — Why did you share your name with that thing? Better yet, … why did you sound so happy about it? — I needed to start talking now.

My blood churned at the way she had referred to Finch as “that thing”, then again, a couple of weeks ago I still thought of him as “the creature”. I’d never imagined a being so immense could even understand the concept of coexistence. Not to mention his innate ability with words. Feeling my cheeks growing red, I took a deep breath and after some thought I decided to tell her everything that had happened from the day of the earthquake. Well, mostly everything. I’d made sure to omit anything related to “unknown feelings.”

 From how we met, to how we became friends. I’ve never been good at expressing myself, but I did my best to emphasize that despite his size Finch posed no threat at all. I told her how he had even saved me from a goblin last night. And most importantly of all, he had never attempted to grab me. Iris stood attentive and extremely silent. Her posture remained the same up until that last part, as her wings rose in shock. — A-anyways, I asked if he could guard the cabin just for today so I can prepare a protection spell. So that’s why … — I could only manage to point at the window.

Iris followed my hand and stared at the giant arm. A couple or a dozen eternal seconds passed until she turned to face me once again. Features softened. — Ah … I see. I’d never would’ve expected such strategy from you. — She began with a giggle full of relief and her posture relaxed. Seeing her laugh was so odd, for years I even thought she was incapable of it. Wait … Strategy? What is she talking about?! — Well, you can stop pretending now. I’m taking you home. — She assured. Her tone filled with certainty.

I had to replay what she said in my mind to just grasp it. My jaw fell at the exact time my limbs decided to remind me why I needed to rest right now. But I couldn't care about the pain … Did she just say I could return home! But how?! No fairy has ever returned from exile.

There’s even a rumor that flightless fairies inevitably become witches!

— Home? Strategy? I don’t … get it. — Was the only thing I could mumble like an idiot amidst the load of information she had just dumped on me.

That annoying little eyebrow raised. — Why are you making that ugly face? You know I hate it.  —She disputed. Clearly offended by my reaction. Not long after, she sighed. — Look, I never stopped trying to convince the higher ups to allow you back in. — Her tone revealed a tenderness she only displayed rarely with Poppy. — I didn’t want to get your hopes up. So that’s why I didn’t tell you anything … They’re still not fully convinced though. — She grumbled.

Of course they weren’t convinced! I never made a real attempt to make any of them actually like me. I was dumb enough to believe I only had to excel at my job. Besides, everyone at the colony knew that my flying skills were the only thing I could provide.

Still … it was sweet learning that Iris never gave up on me. Even if that meant ruining her reputation further in the process. My knuckles went white. Knowing my mentor, she definitely has.

She proceeded, taking advantage of my contemplative silence. — But now … we may have a shot. — Her gaze returned to the window, and for the first time in a decade, I actually saw her smile. — This whole year, you’ve developed your magical abilities tremendously. — Her head pointed towards my little garden. — You’ve learned how to infiltrate amongst humans and now you’ve pretended to befriend a giant in order to survive. If that doesn’t show resilience, I don’t know what does!

Her excited tone brought chills to my spine.

— What?! — I blinked rapidly in disbelief. Now I understood what she meant by “strategy”.  — Iris I’m not pretending … he’s my friend. — My mind brought me back to that dimpled smile and a fluttering sensation invaded my stomach like an avalanche. I stared at Iris, making sure none of my gestures tattled any sense of confusion.

Logically I knew someone so powerful didn’t need me for anything other than company. Though, I couldn’t decipher exactly why I felt a strong urge to protect him, or at least his image towards the other inhabitants of the forest. I fought to repress a chuckle. It was more than clear now: I’ve become a lunatic.

The fairy let out an exasperated huff. Any sense of eagerness had disappeared —Right … Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me you didn’t agree to be his “friend” because the slight idea of denying his offer terrified you. — She countered, squinting her eyelids in defiance.

I gulped. — W-well I …

… it pained me to admit she had a point. My fingers fidgeted. Perhaps I initially did, but I regret nothing now. “Thank you … for giving me a chance. This size gets incredibly lonely.” Inevitably, my mind returned to last night. His kind words emerged like a warm shoulder I could rely on.

Before I could even attempt to argue, she cut me off. — That’s what I thought. — Iris concluded decisively. And proceeded to anxiously flutter around each little corner of my house. Searching for something to clean. For something to control. Fortunately, I had already cleaned the broken glass.

I huffed and rested the side of my head on my hand. Waiting for her to calm down to even get a chance to get her to finally listen. Though, once she started, it was almost impossible.

— It’s not like that Iris, he’s—

Surely enough, she interrupted me once again. — Giants are extremely emotional beings. — The fairy intervened as she began placing my usual dosage of painkillers on my nightstand where I had a tiny refuge for weeks like this. — And it seems he’s already rather interested in you. So, we need to get you out of here as soon as possible. I managed to book a reunion with the higher ups tomorrow, and I’ll make sure to appeal to your case again.

Suddenly something clicked. — How do you know anything about giants? … Weren’t you the one who told me they were an extinct race?

For a split second, her eyes widened. Ever so slowly, I shakily stood up to get closer to her. Her throat cleared, in some sort of attempt to regain her composure.

What was she hiding? She wouldn’t have sent me here if she knew that a giant was hibernating this close … right?

— I’ll tell them all about your progress. —She deflected. Completely disregarding my questions. — Sure, your old job would be out of discussion. But dragonfly … you’ll finally be useful again.

She finally turned to face me; her tired expression was full of hope. My heart skipped a beat at those words … to be useful to the colony once again. To see Poppy again. It seemed like a fantasy. To good to be true …

My jaw clenched, bracing for impact. —Iris … what do you know about Finch? — I pondered, while hugging myself too tightly.

Her gaze immediately filled with huffed rage. — Why do you care about that giant?! — She fumed desperately. And like a lightning she bolted closer, analyzing each and every one of my movements. As if one of them would eventually give her an answer. Her little body was floating at eye-level. — Don’t you see?! … I can finally get you home! — Iris implored. My chest ached. It was clear now. She wasn’t going to answer anything related to the mountain giant.

Her furrowed brows filled with genuine concern and her nostrils expanded. Finally, her mask had shattered. For a moment, her expression brought me back to the day of the incident. The day when I lost everything. With the little strength my mentor could muster, she had carried me all the way back to the colony while making sure that I wouldn’t lose consciousness from all my injuries. In between my drowsy blinks, there she was. Like a mother horrified at the idea of losing their child.

Home.

Was the colony truly my home?

A year ago, I had no doubt about it. After all, it was the only thing I knew. Now it seemed like an alternate reality. And despite everything, I missed the colony desperately. I missed attending to the welcoming of each winter solstice, falling asleep to the soft melody of the mezzos in the autumn nights, witnessing the blooming seasons of newborn fairies. I’ve never stopped trying to prove my worth, even when I knew I was alone. Embarrassingly hoping they would let me back in. Yet the sheer idea of watching my peers flying through the air while I stood glued to the ground made my head throb incessantly with envy.

I sighed. Daring to make eye contact yet again with Iris. Even if her blunt remarks were usually painful, I knew she meant well. Yet, I couldn’t stand the idea of her ruining her already poor reputation for a lost cause. — You know I’ll always be grateful for everything you’ve done for me. — I soothed truthfully. — But … I made a promise. Besides, we both know you and Poppy were the only ones who tolerated me.

We both knew it was true. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn I was disliked for being such a show-off. I cringed slightly at the memory. I wasn’t needed there anymore, but here …

I just might be able to help someone else. — Promise? I don’t understand … I thought you’d be ecstatic about this. — Her little broken voice pierced through my heart. Slowly, she glanced towards the window. Turning her back to me.

It took her a stressful amount of time to find her voice again. — What will happen when it inevitably gets bored of you? Or worse … What would happen if it got mad? — Iris faltered; I must admit her fear was a little contagious. Just the image of him being slightly off from his usual calm and cheerful persona terrified me.

Still … even if we barely knew each other. I couldn’t fathom Finch harming anyone. It was quite hard picturing, especially since just less than an hour ago he almost had a panic attack just because he thought he had hurt me. Yet, the possibility of him simply getting bored of this odd dynamic we had going on worried me in a way I couldn’t describe. I just knew it made me feel pathetic.

— When it remembers its instinct … What would you do? — She chocked out. Implying it as some sort of inevitability. The pit of my stomach was eating me alive.

Why was she being ambiguous as hell?! Did she just wanted to scare the shit out of me?! Cause she was doing a great job! He wasn’t like that … right?

The way he looked at me, the way he handled me with immense care. Despite all the damage and destruction his hands were capable of, he had caught my fall as if I was something precious. Someone worth protecting …

That sort of tenderness can’t be faked. —You don’t get it! He means no harm! In fact, he doesn’t even need to eat! — I countered. I was getting irritated at the way she referred to him as some sort of rabid animal. Finch didn’t deserve it.

— Maybe he doesn't. But that doesn’t exclude from the fact that he can! I’ve seen him devouring trees! — She spat while getting annoyingly close. — Are you seriously willing to place your life on a monster?! A male nonetheless?! — My nails were about to pierce through the skin from clenching my fists. Each stinging word burned through my throat. — Cause let me remind you that last time that happened you barely survived!

— Stop it! He’s not human! — I fought the overwhelming urge to swat her away from me. Hot angry tears immediately started falling from my cheeks. How could she say that?! How dare she compare Finch to such cruel and heartless demon?!

— He’s a man! — The fairy screeched louder. All I could see was red. The pulsating pain of my head resumed. Stronger this time, accompanied by a high-pitched scream that I couldn’t help but wonder where the hell It was coming from.

My legs couldn’t hold me much longer. I sucked breath in between my teeth as my knees abruptly met the ground. The shrinking process resumed and I could only manage to curl my body against the floor in defeat. The fluttering of wings came closer.

 Why wouldn’t she just leave me alone?!  If she had no intent of answering my questions, then I had no reason to acknowledge her further. She was definitely hiding something. But I wasn’t in any condition to press her on the subject.

Ugh!

 I just want to lay on my bed, cry until my lungs give in and the room finally stops spinning. I can say goodbye to the mere idea of getting some sleep this week since she just had to bring up the most traumatic experience of my life! Well, it’s not like I needed her help with that …

 Up until now, I hadn’t sensed the burning tingle on my left wing. I guess some scars are meant to haunt me forever.

— Listen, Lavender I …—

 — No, you listen … — my shaky voice rebuked, while I weakly managed to sit up on the floor and sigh. She was going to hate me for this. Oh well. —  We don’t even know how much time I’ve got left. Iris … I don’t want you to waste the rest of your life on a lost cause. — I didn’t want to fight. A while ago I had lost the energy for that. But she needed to understand that, no matter how hard she tried, they’d never allow me to come back. Not even if by some miracle I were to find the heart of the forest. My lips unconsciously formed a sad smile. She might never be completely transparent, and I would still care for her.

— Have you lost your mind?! — She lashed out, lowering herself in order to see my face. It might have just been my imagination, but I could’ve sworn I heard her gasp. — … That glimmer in your eyes is dangerous. Why can’t you see that he’s dangerous?! — Her exasperated tone bounced through the magic barrier.  

I might be crazy, but I’m not a fool. I knew the risks our odd friendship posed to me. And I was willing to take that leap of faith. Even if that meant my wings wouldn’t catch my fall.

Her gaze remained glued on to me. Anxiously waiting for my response. Perhaps part of her expected me to break the tension by telling her that it was all a joke, like I used to do. But that moment never arrived. In fact, my lips moved before I could even process it. — Y’know … I thought about ending it all before he showed up. — I admitted as I held on to a lock of my hair in search for support; my words were soaked with shame. I couldn’t dare to make eye contact.

— And then the earthquake happened, and I guess that moment … it reminded me that these broken dragonfly wings still craved living, even if it was just for a little longer. — The corners of my lips quirked up slowly as I found Iris staring at me.

I had never seen her so disappointed. Was I wrong for not listening to my instinct for the first time in my life? — I’m sorry … but I won’t break my promise. — I hadn’t exactly explained to her what I had promised. But it wasn’t important right now.

My jaw started to hurt. Why was she so quiet?! Where was the screaming and the berating?! I’m not sure how long it had been, but I had to say something! — To be fair … You were the one that sent me here. — I mumbled, feeling my anxiety fill to the brim up my throat.

Now I had done it.

Iris’ face immediately scrunched up in disgust and fury. — I only did because I never thought he’d wake up ever again! — She thundered followed by the sound of my own heartbeat. — In fact, why don’t you ask your new “friend” about his little visit to the human village?! It was quite an incident!

I had to tilt my head up as the fairy flew higher. The room started spinning even faster accompanied by my thoughts.

She knew Finch was here all along … and despite that. She lied … the Iris I knew was a lot of things but she wasn’t a liar.

But wait …

What is she talking about? An incident? Does that mean that the brat back at Marigold wasn’t lying?! “Hope he woke up in a good mood. I’m not sure our little town could take another blow.” His words came to me like a direct punch to the face.

But that doesn’t make any sense! Finch loves humans! Or at least I know he cared a lot of his little friend.

How would I even ask him something like that?! And if I did … Would he get mad at me?

Or perhaps Iris was just making it up to scare me into considering her impossible offer. This was so confusing!

What does she mean by incident?!  And why wouldn’t Finch have woken up?!

The fairy turned her back to me with a frustrated grunt. I still couldn’t even try to stand up. Not after everything that she had just admitted in a fit of rage. Then, she fetched her satchel from the counter in complete silence.

That’s how she always was. Never listening to what I had to say, then she usually exploded in anger and finally came the silent treatment. Due to this, I knew she had concluded her visit and was about to leave. The bitter taste on my throat reminded me of anger of my own.

I had so many questions. Questions I knew she would deflect, ignore, or downright lie to my face. Because apparently, she does that!

But my mind felt so foggy. Everything continued to hurt and I just wanted answers. I mumbled out of the blue before she casted a teleporting spell. — Iris … how would you shrink a giant? — My own voice sounded so distant.

Her glare responded to my insanity. —  Pfft! So, you’ve officially gone insane … well I don’t know! I’ve never tried something so stupidly impossible! — Iris stated with a rightfully exasperated yelp. I don’t know why I even asked.

The next thing she said though. Made my blood run cold. —  What I do know is that you should figure it out by the next full moon. Especially since he’s not done growing.

The fire on her features had left handprints all over her tired expression. — I’ll inform you about the outcome of the reunion. Please, just … consider it.

And just like that. She vanished into thin air, taking the magical barrier along with her. The last thing I remember were my shaky legs dragging closer to my bed with a half-bitten apple in hand.

…

I was enveloped by a suffocating sweaty force.

My field of view only consisted of twirling fuzzy lights of all colors in a sea on darkness, and my head felt like it was going to burst thanks to the excessive blood that didn’t belong there. Why was I upside down? And why couldn’t I move?!

I growled, begging for my limbs to respond. But it was no use. The leathery force pressed harder against my ribs.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The sound of my muffled screams came from every direction. Except this time, instead of that horrible booming laughter that usually followed. A warm voice surrounded me.

—Lav? — It sounded so powerful and … full of worry. I don’t know why, but I felt myself drawn to it. — Hey, are you okay?! – The voice pondered louder this time.

I wanted to respond. But my voice only came out as grunts and hisses of pain. For an instant, I forgot I had to breathe.

Butterflies filled my stomach. And before I knew it, gravity dragged me into oblivion.

— LAVENDER?!

Out of reflex, my body stood up rapidly in a sitting position, gasping desperately for air. Cold sweat dripped down my forehead.

I was swallowed by the sheets of my bed … everything seemed bigger. It took a bit to realize what the hell had happened.

— ARE YOU HURT?! — The entire cabin reverberated and my hands immediately covered my ears. I’d never witnessed such volume from him. I swear I could even feel his voice in my veins!

It was hard not to be terrified! I couldn’t see anything, as my windows were robbed of the dim starlight.

Did he stay here the entire day?

Finally, I was at my real height. All three inches of me were trembling incessantly and that voice I had become fond of, seemed so imposing and out of reach. I couldn’t tell if it was because of my size. But it was so loud! It reminded me how painstakingly careful he had to be around me. The imagery of our current size difference made my stomach turn. I wouldn’t want for him to see me like this … Could he even be able to see me now?

I was definitely the size of one of his eyelashes.

I gulped. Perhaps he could just meet with my heartbeat since it was already through the roof!

“He’s my friend …” that statement began to loop on the background of my mind. — I-I’m fine. I just had a bad dream is all. S-sorry … I didn’t mean to worry you — I mumbled as my hands desperately removed hairs from my forehead. Wait …

— Can you hear me? — I made sure to raise my volume.

“Ask him.” Iris’ words throbbed incessantly, as I was getting back to my senses.

It took a bit for the mountain giant to respond. Although I was mainly focusing on slowing down my pulse.

— I can but, — Finch held his breath. It was mind boggling that even something as subtle as that could highlight his immensity.  — … just barely. — he admitted with a hint of terror on his tone. — I’m the one who should apologize. Am I being too loud? I-I can stop talking of you’d like. — the thunderous voice whispered. His volume was still absurd but now it was manageable. 

Always so considerate and kind. “Ask him about the village.” I could almost feel Iris nagging me. Gnawing at my skull.

— Don’t, please. — I screamed with the calmest voice I could muster. — Could you just … whisper to me until I fall asleep?

I just couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried. I physically couldn’t bring a potentially dangerous topic. Especially not right now! Perhaps in the future, he’ll even open up to me and I won’t even have to ask. Tonight though, I just wanted to forget everything and sleep.

The giant let out a relieved happy hum. — Alright. — The roaring murmur caressed me with assurance. Like gentle waves that could easily drown me in a second if it were to storm.

It didn’t make sense.

This is the same man that got all melancholic and sappy, just by reminiscing on his human friend. The same one that cried over scaring a dear and the further implications of his new size. The same man that, with no questions required, respected my wishes even though he could easily rip out my fake sense of control.

—Before you do fall asleep though, — Finch interjected. The sudden shift tensed my wings anxiously. — Tell me … did you eat anything? — He pondered teasingly and full of curiosity.

A snort escaped my lips as he caught me off guard. — Oh, so you were serious about reminding me?

—Of course I was. — He replied confidently from above. —It would make me really happy if you’d stay alive, y’know? — The booming voice admitted in a playful manner. … And to think I was just about to end my pitiful existence before he showed up. The corners of my mouth quirked up in response to the goosebumps on my sides.

It didn’t make sense.

Iris just had to barge into my life again.

To top it all off, if she was somehow telling the truth, the mountain giant still had some growth left.  

While creating both characters, I knew I wanted Finch to represent the sun. A kind giant whose hope has resurfaced from underground. Someone who, despite being anxious, always tries to find the bright side of things. Which is why, he’s usually perceived as naive or too trusting.

On the other hand, Lavender of course, symbolizes the moon. She’s a reserved fairy that hasn’t lost her playful spark; despite all the odds she has had to face. Not to mention, her entire magic energy comes from the moonlight. However, since she’s prone to having nightmares, she found herself seeking daylight more and more.

It’s a cute metaphor for their bond if you think about it. Finch, being the sun, prefers nighttime and its blanket of stars. And Lavender, being the moon, loves the warmth of sunlight on her skin.

Her love language would be words of affirmation and acts of service. Even though she would never admit that she really likes it when Finch does something for her. I believe she was on the brink of insanity from that year she spent in solitude, so it makes sense that she loves having someone else to talk with.

Further on their relationship, Lavender becomes touchier with Finch. As someone who’s really fidgety. It soothes her to have something on her hands to do. So yeah, in the future you could find Finch with tons of tiny braids hidden around his hair from the fairy. And of course, the giant is more than happy about this.

Lavender feels incredibly embarrassed by this, but she has always felt intrigued about how humans dance in couples. So, hypothetically speaking if they were closer in size … well, let’s just say they’re both terrible dancers. Finch just loves to see her smile. Even if that involves both tripping over and unceremoniously falling.

You would think she’s the yapper in the relationship. But no, that role is Finch’s. When they eventually open up to each other, the fairy loves to hear everything about him. Unconsciously, he also helps her with her insomnia by just talking and letting the fairy on top of him so she can indulge with the soothing vibrations of his voice.

And to finish this little fun fact session.

She fell first, but he fell harder.

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Something I wrote for Valentine's. I would've loved to draw something about them instead but school already started again :,) Anyways, just wanted to make little fun facts about them. Part 11 is in progess, Iris is just getting on my nerves, so I guess I'm doing a good job haha