#sugarpixie

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   It was always interesting when Zora encountered someone that they thought had seen before - but hadn’t. Even more so when the feeling was shared, although with a lot more enthusiasm than they could personally conjure up.

“A ghost? That would be.. quite curious if it meant a ghost was here. Although I am not really sure what it could mean. “ Zora gives a little bit of an amused chuckle at the succession of trying to decide whether or not a ghost being here would be a good thing.

ken roamed the beach sand, waiting and waiting for the barbies to wake up, stretching his plastic to be in peak condition when he would hopefully do a trick to impress barbie, watching the waves to ensure the water wasn't too rough if barbie wanted to swim, barbie, barbie barbie. ken's day wasn't good until barbie looked at him... but, he had to admit: getting to see his buddy came pretty close.

"Hey, Pippin! I've been workin' on this new surfing trick... wanna see me try it out?"

Damon paused mid-stride, let his Darklighter senses flare out. There was something there, not a Whitelighter but not a witch, demon or warlock either. As a being of the Underworld, he typically avoided the magical community made up of fairies/trolls, dwarves, leprechauns, nymphs, mermaids, and who knew what else.

He half-turned, caught a flash of blond hair out of the corner of his eye. Considered and then discarded the idea of apportating his favored athame or crossbow.

"If you're trying to spy on me," he said, his English tinged with a northern German accent, "then you need to do a better job at it. Who are you, and what do you want?"

Salvatore... is not sure what to say to that. For a long moment, he stands there, blinking as he processes what he just overheard Pippin saying. Soon, he clears his throat, hiding his goofy smile behind his hand as his ears lower bashfully. Fuck, look at him, giggling like a schoolgirl because a guy said he likes him--how embarrassing!

"Sugarsweet, I appreciate the attention and all," Salvatore drawled, struggling to keep a smile off his face, "but this is a bit excessive, don'tcha think?" Pippin's enthusiasm was so infectious, though, that even Salvatore knew his protests were half-hearted at best. If he really wanted the pixie to stop, he could just leave.

But Salvatore didn't want Pippin to stop. This was the most anyone had done for his birthday in a long time, possibly ever, and he was enjoying it so much more than he thought he would. Even if Pippin was definitely going a little overboard, he truthfully didn't mind.

When Salvatore had told Pippin offhandedly a few weeks before about his upcoming birthday, he hadn't expected anything to come of it. Really, though, he should've known better. The memory of Pippin's bright eyes lighting up with excitement made the vampire chuckle to himself.

No, Salvatore didn't mind in the slightest. Even if he did feel a bit ridiculous.

With that thought, Salvatore adjusted the goofy crown Pippin had plopped on his head, the one proudly proclaiming him The Birthday King, and smiled up at the pixie. He certainly didn't feel like any goddamn king, but it was nice to get the attention, he supposed.