ooh ooh, uhhh. prospero? just cause i know u like her
âYou know,â said Angel airily, holding her hand a little closer to Prosperoâs face, âthis is not at all where I imagined our relationship going.â Deadpan, the guardian calmly continued to apply coats of crimson to her Ladyâs nails, calmly and methodically ensuring not a single drop of polish was out of place. Angel pouted a little at the otherâs deliberate silence, her finished hand propping her head up as she waited for Prospero to finish, nose twitching in silent disapproval. âProspero, answer me when I talk.â
âI would,â Prospero said stoically, flicking the polish brush meticulously in one last arc across Angelâs middle finger before putting it back in the bottle (called âCupidâs Kissâ, of all the stupid things, in her opinion--from what Prospero had read of cupids, they were either fat little cherubs the color of pulled taffy OR morose, funereal-looking men who were black and silver and bronze. Not a single red hue to be found.). âBut then I might lose my concentration. You know I am all about my focus, my lady queen.â Angelâs lips flinched at that, nearing a smile, and the monarch hummed, sprawling a bit more in Prosperoâs lap. The knight dutifully shifted to accommodate her, brows furrowing as she blew on Angelâs nails.
âAfter this,â said Angel idly, âwe should probably pay that school a visit again. Make sure everythingâs set up alright for--â she caught Prosperoâs disapproving stare and lifted a brow. âOh, come now, Schmendrik isnât all bad. Heâs funny, and he takes note of my superiority. Whatâs not to like?â
âThat man is a big-nosed daydreamer who lives in a world of fairytales and spun sugar,â said Prospero bluntly. Angel snorted, covering her mouth with a hand that Prospero quickly redirected to avoid smudging. âItâs the truth.â
âItâs A truth,â Angel admitted, her grin devious. âAn opinionated truth. I like him. Heâs alright. However,â she added with a languishing sigh, âafter that, we should stop by that Flynn Riderâs house. Give him a good talking to. Heâs been far too quiet lately, I donât like it. Means heâs up to something, no doubt.â Prospero opened her mouth, still holding Angelâs hand, and found herself cut off by an impatient, âand by talk to him, I mean string him upside-down and take off his toenails one at a time, or you challenge him to a horrifically outmatched duel. Just so weâre clear.â Prospero hid a smile against the hand she kissed before returning to Angel, nodding once.
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"Beef!" Putter cried, nodding happily with a huge grin on his face. "Yes, yes, Putter likes that! Putter'll be good!" Giggling at the touches to his face, he shook his head. "No, Putter has lots of people! They're just friends though, not *boy*friends!" He barked. "Fairy lady is perfect too! Fairy lady has pretty wings and pretty hair and pretty dress *and*--" He reached up and patted the flower crown on his head. "Fairy lady makes pretty hats!"
"I would think Putter is always good," Crysta complimented warmly, her green eyes turning up at the corners. It was impossible to stop smiling around Putter. Everything about him was delightful and lovely. Crysta lightly booped his nose with the tip of her finger and swept her dark hair out of her face with her free hand.
"You are my new favorite," Crysta decided aloud, kissing Putter's nose and resting her forehead against his. "Not just because you're so complimentary, but because you're making my night. You really are! You can keep the flower crown, if you want...!"
"Is it a cold?" Putter asked, tilting his head with a small pout. "Putter's had colds before - they're not fun!" He nodded happily at the mention of food however, lifting his head up again. "Yes, fairy food! Putter would like that lots and lots! Definitely better than Hanson's sandwich!" Laughing, Putter gave her a lick on the nose in return for his kiss. "Lee would never be mean to Terry! Lee's nice all the time! Cam's definitely not Putter's boyfriend, though. Putter doesn't have any at all."
Crysta smiled a touch sadly, but rubbed Putter's face nonetheless, still speaking in the form of air and sunshine, all lightness and happiness possible, her wings flickering once or twice. "Oh--no, not a cold. That'd be easier to take care of. But I don't want to sadden you with problems of home and family! Not while you are such a joy to speak with." Crysta brushed back Putter's snowy hair, warmly smiling.
"I'll make you something like..." She thought it over. "Beef stew, with nice thick bread, and maybe a fairy cake for dessert if you're real good." Chortling at the lick on her button nose, Crysta smiled brightly. "Putter will have someone for him someday, and if he doesn't want that, that's okay, too." She smushed his cheeks with both hands, then cupped his chin, sighing faintly.
"Putter is perfect just as he is. I know this and I only just met him--I mean, you!"
"Putter used to be adopted too!" he said with a wide smile. "But Putter doesn't live with his mummy or daddy anymore. Terry does all the things mummy used to now." Putter giggled. "Does the stork not give fairies to goats and bunnies then?" Gasping too, Putter nodded. "Yes, they're all lovely! Why is Hanson fairy lady's hero? Did he wear a cape for you, like Superman does? Hanson just gives Putter cuddles and plays games with him! He once tried to make Putter a sandwich too but he's no good."
"I'm not surprised. Like I said, he's a very compassionate person." Crysta chuckled, tucking a lock of hair behind a pointed ear, shaking her head. "I sort of wound up here via house fire--a stork would've been much nicer. I don't know my parents--well." She made a face. "Mother Earth of course and all that. But two dads where I had none before has been very nice," she admitted with a smaller smile, tugging on an earlobe absently.
Pausing, Crysta shook her head anew and bounced up and down, clasping Putter's hands to keep from fluttering off the ground. "Hanson is my hero for so many reasons! He's smart, and handsome, and he hugs me when I ask, and teaches me so much I didn't know before. Also he's tall and strong and brave and I know he'd protect me if I needed him too. He should wear a cap, though, you tell him for me!" Crysta giggled.
"Gaea, I hope it wasn't a brains sandwich--Hanson probably doesn't know much about 'normal' food anymore...but his heart is always in the right place." She smiled brightly. "But--please, tell me more about you and your friends! Who are Lee and Cam?!"
Putter barked happily, moving his head forward to enjoy his petting. "Yep!" he nodded. "He and Terry's daddy live here!" His smile only grew as he was given the flower crown, adjusting it as he leant in to smell Crysta. "No, you still smell of flowers! Flowers and wet grass and nice outsidey things!" He nodded again, smiling even wider. "Yes! Being a dog is really super fun! Putter loves it!" Barking, he leant forward and licked her cheek with a wide grin. "Putter likes you too, fairy lady!"
"Yes--Terry is like an older brother to me," Crysta said brightly, kissing the end of Putter's nose when the puppy got close enough for her to do so. "And Pam is my other father. They're such a lovely family," she sighed happily, crinkling her nose when Putter started sniffing her, stifling refreshed giggles.
"Well--I suppose there's worse things to smell like, that's for sure," she smiled, clasping either side of Putter's face with a coo of affection. "I bet Putter does!" She burst into a gale of mirth at the lick to her cheek, wrapping her arms unabashedly around his neck in a hug. "Aren't you just the sweetest! How'd you wander your way in here? Not that I'm complaining, of course! Can I keep you? Is that a thing, as they say?!"
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He gasped too, springing up to sit on the countertop, knocking a display with his feet in the process causing it to rock precariously. "Wow, a real life fairy!" he cried, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he tilted his head at her. Laughing, Putter shook his head. "No, Putter is just a dog! Putter is just sometimes a human dog, like how... uh... like bunnyman! Bunnyman that works here smells like bunny but doesn't look like bunny! Like how pretty fairy lady smells like flowers!"
"Hup--" Crysta fumbled to catch the display, righting it as best she could with Putter still on the counter, grinning up at him. "Wow! A real life you!" She exclaimed, reaching out to gently ruffle his hair as she adjusted the crown on her head. Green eyes sparkled as they swept over Putter and chuckles emerged anew, the fairy's shoulders shaking as she dropped her hands back to the counter, fingers drumming.
"Oh--you know Bigwig?" She asked delightedly. "He's my papa. One of them, anyway. And--thank you!" She laughed, taking off her crown of hydrangeas and putting it on Putter instead. "It's probably just because of these. So you're a dog? Is that nice? It must be, I think. People love dogs automatically. You seem very lovable! I know for a fact I like you already..."
Putter wasn't entirely sure what Pam's store was supposed to be selling, even though he knew Terry owned a lot of the things on the shelves already. They always seemed to be going there to visit people instead of buying things anyway. He was wandering around, sniffing at the floor idly, when he'd noticed something entirely new sat behind the counter, running up to it and barking before shifting suddenly into his human form and blinking at Crysta with an excited grin. "Are you a fairy?" he asked.
Restocking things behind the counter and humming to herself, wearing a flower crown of dried hydrangeas, the little wood nymph was whisking to-and-fro with her wings a-whir, green eyes sparkling. The post-Christmas blues refused to touch her, for she was full of the giving spirit all day, every day. She was always celebrating something. Be it coaxing a smile from Bigwig or a hug from Hanson.
Her chipper attitude only brightened further at the sight of a customerâthough she jumped at the sight of a barking dog, surprise mingling with delight that turned to wonder when the puppy became a boyâa man, ratherâher mouth opening with shock.
"Iâyes!" She giggled, cupping her hands to her mouth, still staring at Putter. Her wings flickered more enthusiastically than before. "Yes, yes I am! Are youâare you aâŚa shapeshifter? Handsome prince in a puppydog disguise?" She clasped either side of her face, bouncing up and down giddily. "A mighty sorcerer?!"
