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She was red.

No, no, she's pink. Definitely pink.

And Terence is absolutely sure it might just be his most favorite ever. It's the same shade she always turns, the way her cheeks flush and her eyes somehow become just a little brighter. His chin tucks onto his palm, watching as Tink waltzed to one side of the room, to the other. It goes on for a least five minutes.

it seemed the mermaids and their devoted attention towards peter no longer got under tinkerbell's skin quite as bad as it used to, or she had just gotten better at hiding her disdain for the lagoon creatures. her fellow fairies, however, were a different story. maybe it was the time he spent away from neverland or the fact that he rarely visited the haven even before he had left, but the pixies swarmed him the second he set foot in the haven. wings fluttered around him, the jingling of their tiny voices as fairies of every talent vied for his attention. in his peripheral, he could see tink tugging at her bangs — a telltale sign that she was beginning to get frustrated by their current situation.

in the midst of the chaos, tink had left to fend for himself and with attention focused on the other fairies, there was no telling just how long ago she left him. it was only when he noticed her absence that he managed to make excuses for needing to leave. the chiming bells of protest from the fairies may have worked on others, but it was a tough task for anyone to make peter feel any sort of guilt.

after separating from the never fairies, he flew east within the haven, deeper into the spring valley where the tinkers' nook was located. finding tinkerbell's house hadn't been difficult. he'd seen it a few times before he left and remembered it was a teapot she had repurposed into her home. finding the teapot nestled against the roots at the bottom of an oak tree, peter's feet made contact with the ground just before he sat in front of her home. he tapped on the small wooden door with a knuckle and crossed his legs where he sat, making himself more comfortable in case she would make him wait there until she was ready to speak to him... she never opened the door, but he heard the chimes of her voice from inside:

"i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you. like you weren’t mine."

returning to neverland hadn't been as big of a change as he expected. the island still bent to his will ; pirates were irate at the sight of him, mermaids called out to him when he neared the lagoon, and fairies would flutter around him in the fields asking all sorts of questions about where he had been with such curiosity in their gazes. every fairy, except one, that is. tinkerbell knew this whole time where he had been and it was obvious that she had been avoiding him ever since he had returned to neverland. he tried winning back her affection several times now. he knew it was only a matter of time before she broke down and opened her heart back up for him. for peter knew that tink was the one person that who would never truly abandon him, even if he were the one who abandoned her first.

seeing tink enter hangman's tree in her full-size was already a good sign to him. for weeks now, she would only show up to him in her smaller fairy form and it seemed to be another way for her to keep her distance from him. seeing her like this now, after it had been so long since he had last seen her human form, it caused an unfamiliar stirring in his chest. peter could only watch in awe as she made her way around the room, carrying herself with the grace of an angel rather than a fairy. as she made her way towards her stash and seemingly ignored his presence, he feared for a moment that she would finally take her belongings and leave the tree for good. her words proved otherwise and peter breathed a sigh of relief as he relaxed his shoulders.

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"Then where do you go?" Elsa asked, voice drawn in a whisper. The topic of death—being killed—should frighten her someone as young as her, but she is a big girl. That's what her mother always tells her, especially she is a big sister now, though her father scolds that she is still their little snowflake. In the depths of her drowsy mind, she knows the truth: she is a monster, not a girl. Big girls do not hurt their little sisters, but monsters do. Her parents say they still love her, they haven't thrown her into the dungeons, so why didn't she believe them?

They can hate her in secrecy until the end of time, but Elsa will still miss their hugs.

"If you were killed right now, then what will happen to you?" Princess Elsa should stop the words from coming out, but her curiosity is too strong. The words leave her lips, accompanied by a chilly breeze of her breath. She can see the faerie before her is shivering, though her stubbornness to pretend the cold didn't bother her and her magical body seems to be stronger. For now, that is.

She should not be awake right now, but no one is there to scold her tonight. In her frost-covered bedchamber, she is all alone. It's exactly what she wants, after all. Ever since her accident with Anna, she deserves to be alone. Why then did she perk her head when she heard the faerie's invitation to get away from all of this doom and gloom? In Neverland, the faerie proclaimed, her magic will be accepted. It sounded like a dream, but it tugged at her heart.

Elsa has classified herself as a monster, this is true, but she was still a smart monster. She will ask questions before she decided on whether to accept this faerie's tempting invitation to fly away to Neverland. It was too easy to ask about Neverland, so she narrowed her focus on the creature before her. She confessed she knew she may look small, but she declared she's made of tougher stuff. If Elsa was going anywhere, then she needed to know if this faerie can handle her power.

"Why are you out here in Arendelle?" asked the princess, attempting to lighten the mood. The idea of killing what seems to be her new friend left her stomach feeling queasy, so a change in subject sounded good. Well, then she remembered something extremely important, so important the temperature dropped another degree.

"You aren't going to steal me away, are you?" Elsa asked, arms wrapping around herself to keep her gloved hands from shaking. "I'm Mama's firstborn," Elsa told the adorable faerie, recalling all the books she has read on the topic of faeries. She knew she shouldn't say that aloud, but she always assumed firstborns...smelled differently.

"But you simply cannot take me away. Oh, you mustn't!" Elsa told her, but it sounds more like pleading. "If you do, who will grow up to be queen when Papa and Mama grow too old? Anna cannot be a queen, not when she still tries to run around naked outside." Was that unnecessary piece of information calling her little sister out? Yes, but she meant well. Queens, human or faerie, shouldn't run around naked as the day they emerged; such common sense is basic etiquette for any royalty.

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@tinkerbcll asked: "I'm going to protect you."

Though   her   heart   filled   with   warmth   at   the   sentiment,   Rapunzel   couldn’t   allow   Tinkerbell   to   shoulder   the   burden   alone. 

 "No   ...."   she   replied,   giving   a   soft   shake   of   her   head.   Expression   pon   ivory   features   was   only   serious   for   a   moment   before   it   blossomed   into   a   soft   smile.