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Challenge Fic: Fairy
Feb. 9th, 2014 08:04 amThis was the provided image: http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/106/640x880_18445_Fairy_2d_fantasy_fairy_picture_image_digital_art.jpg
[personal change for the image was the hair color]
Dragon Flyz, fantasy setting. In progress.
Z'neth groaned softly as he could hear that soft and achingly familiar music playing - just soft enough that he wasn't sure if he was honestly hearing it or he was still dreaming [and if he was dreaming, he wanted to know why he was dreaming about her again after all these years...] He pulled the pillow over his head, trying to and hoping to drown out the music that he wasn't quite sure was there - although a part of him knew it was there, that no matter how much he denied it, it was there, she was there. Maybe if he ignored it - it would go away and give him peace. After a few long moments, he pulled the pillow off his head. Quiet, blessed quiet. He smiled to himself before noticing the small figure sitting on the window sill.
He smothered a groan - so much for his hopes that it had been just a dream - and he made his way over, glancing down at the figure that had taken up residence on his window. After all these years, after all the attempts to push her away from him, pretending she didn't exist, there she was, almost as if she had never left him. Still as beautiful as the day he had first seen her all those years ago. She lowered her flute, glancing up at him before a shy smile crossed her lips.
He shook his head before offering the small fairy his hand to step onto. He tried to keep the smile off his features as she rose slowly from her spot on the window and took a dainty step after step before coming to stop on his large hand. Her pale blue butterfly wings twitched slightly before she settled down, smoothing her dress as she did so. She quietly began to play again, soft music escaping her flute.
Z'neth allowed himself to be lost in his memories, remembering when he had first met the small fairy. He had been a youth, just old enough to go on his first hunt alone. He hadn't gotten very far into the hunt when he heard the sound of a flute being played. Instinct told him he should ignore it, but unfortunately, he had inherited his mother's curiosity and had gone looking for the source of the sound.
There it was - the source of the sound. She was just sitting there on a small mushroom - a fairy, something that had been long thought extinct, driven from the lands the same time magic had been forgotten. A small flute was in her hands and she was softly playing it, her eyes closed. Her long hair was the color of twilight, falling in soft waves and curls - a flower was pinned it and was draped with strands of gold chain and precious gems.
He was content to study the small fairy, watching her play the forgotten music. He knew he should be getting back to the hunt but.. He shook his head after a moment - this wasn't proving he was a man, capable of helping his family if he just stayed there watching her, no matter how much he wanted to remain there. He rose slowly before pausing when he noticed that she had stopped playing and was looking at him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything - but words failed him.
A soft giggle escaped her before she rose from her seated position and fluttered over to him, hovering in the air before him. She tilted her head, this way and that, clearly studying him. She must have approved of something, he thought, as she gave a firm nod. She fluttered over and settled on his shoulder, her small feet swinging and hitting his shoulder. It was clear that she found him to be the perfect perch and was going to be staying there as long as she could.
He mentally shook himself and glanced down at the fairy. "What brought you back?" he asked quietly.
[personal change for the image was the hair color]
Dragon Flyz, fantasy setting. In progress.
Z'neth groaned softly as he could hear that soft and achingly familiar music playing - just soft enough that he wasn't sure if he was honestly hearing it or he was still dreaming [and if he was dreaming, he wanted to know why he was dreaming about her again after all these years...] He pulled the pillow over his head, trying to and hoping to drown out the music that he wasn't quite sure was there - although a part of him knew it was there, that no matter how much he denied it, it was there, she was there. Maybe if he ignored it - it would go away and give him peace. After a few long moments, he pulled the pillow off his head. Quiet, blessed quiet. He smiled to himself before noticing the small figure sitting on the window sill.
He smothered a groan - so much for his hopes that it had been just a dream - and he made his way over, glancing down at the figure that had taken up residence on his window. After all these years, after all the attempts to push her away from him, pretending she didn't exist, there she was, almost as if she had never left him. Still as beautiful as the day he had first seen her all those years ago. She lowered her flute, glancing up at him before a shy smile crossed her lips.
He shook his head before offering the small fairy his hand to step onto. He tried to keep the smile off his features as she rose slowly from her spot on the window and took a dainty step after step before coming to stop on his large hand. Her pale blue butterfly wings twitched slightly before she settled down, smoothing her dress as she did so. She quietly began to play again, soft music escaping her flute.
Z'neth allowed himself to be lost in his memories, remembering when he had first met the small fairy. He had been a youth, just old enough to go on his first hunt alone. He hadn't gotten very far into the hunt when he heard the sound of a flute being played. Instinct told him he should ignore it, but unfortunately, he had inherited his mother's curiosity and had gone looking for the source of the sound.
There it was - the source of the sound. She was just sitting there on a small mushroom - a fairy, something that had been long thought extinct, driven from the lands the same time magic had been forgotten. A small flute was in her hands and she was softly playing it, her eyes closed. Her long hair was the color of twilight, falling in soft waves and curls - a flower was pinned it and was draped with strands of gold chain and precious gems.
He was content to study the small fairy, watching her play the forgotten music. He knew he should be getting back to the hunt but.. He shook his head after a moment - this wasn't proving he was a man, capable of helping his family if he just stayed there watching her, no matter how much he wanted to remain there. He rose slowly before pausing when he noticed that she had stopped playing and was looking at him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything - but words failed him.
A soft giggle escaped her before she rose from her seated position and fluttered over to him, hovering in the air before him. She tilted her head, this way and that, clearly studying him. She must have approved of something, he thought, as she gave a firm nod. She fluttered over and settled on his shoulder, her small feet swinging and hitting his shoulder. It was clear that she found him to be the perfect perch and was going to be staying there as long as she could.
He mentally shook himself and glanced down at the fairy. "What brought you back?" he asked quietly.
