#pib.

key & legend. taken from dimension 20: neverafter. two librarians of the lines between - an interdimensional pocket that is filled with the books and lives of fairytale characters. these two look over the stories and ensure that everything is going according to plan. surprise - it's not. key is more reserved, less talkative, but friendly, while legend is much more upbeat and ready to have a conversation. they are both magic users, are often seen together, and are currently in an open relationship. key fc: janelle monae. key pronouns: they / them. legend fc: stephanie hsu. legend pronouns: she / her & he / him.

counting the gold coins, they're almost too big for his small cat hands to carry. he drops them, one by one, into the small holding bag at his side, never hearing them thunk at a nonexistent bottom. ' quite the scheme we pulled back there, eh? ' says the cat, glancing up at his friend and business partner with an omnipresent glint of mischief in bright green eyes. he may have fallen a bit from grace, but at least he still had a friend. regardless of what that friend is made out of. ' half of it is yours, of course, but i will put it in my bag for safe keeping, ' once done with his counting, pib gives a sigh, stretching short arms up toward the sky, claws appearing and then disappearing as he settles. ' we make quite the team, don't we? ' @herencias.

destiny's children.

'you are doing quite well for yourself in this situation, princess,' pib has previously been lounging in the vibrant sunshine, warming his black fur with the large orb in the sky. now, the tall cat stretches and walks on two legs toward rosamund, glancing over her demeanor, his hands resting firmly on his furry hips. 'i'll be honest, i haven't met many princesses, in my time, but you are certainly one of the best. not a damsel in distress, at all,' pib gives a short mew as he tries to shake his laziness away. 'it is quite admirable,' @euphoriabled.

'the thing - in your hood... is that not a cat?' despite being very short, pib does try to crain his neck to see the animal that sleeps in nettie's cloak. he supposed he shouldn't be surprised - after all, he isn't a normal feline, himself, but a familiar forced to be in this body, now that his patron has died. still, he finds it a bit fascinating, the domestication of animals. 'hm - do they sleep their often? i could not imagine traveling on someone else's back. though i suppose they are much smaller than i,' @publicabsent.

pib is a cat filled with contradictions. he's confident, and self doubting. he knows his worth, and yet finds himself debating what he's worthy of. in this situation, staring up at a woman in the middle of the woods - many times bigger than him - he's both scared and doesn't think he has to be. pib is capable and can weasel himself out of most problems. the issue now stands that she also looks as if she could stop him from weaseling. which wasn't ideal, but did not keep an almost charming smile off of his muzzle. ' ah, good afternoon, my lady. have i intruded or perhaps trespassed on property i should not have? my apologies, i believe i took a wrong turn back a ways. forgive me, ' @ofmalice.

he isn't exactly running, but almost. the cat walks faster, faster than he normally would, keeping his head low as he stashes away the silver cutlery he's just lifted from the local inn. praise whoever for the holding bag he still had, however tattered and torn - cats don't have pockets, and it's been a heaven sent item so far. with his furry head down, he doesn't see the woman standing in the middle of his way. pib runs into her shin, falling backward onto his tail with a groan. squinting up at the stranger, pib glances around to ensure no one was chasing him before clearing his throat. ' pardon me, my lady, i was - well, i wasn't paying much attention, was i? my sincerest apologies, ' @timesense.