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Winter had taken to sleeping late, curled up on a pile of pillows in the sun room and wishing fall would come a little faster. Summer was so hard sometimes, it wasn't his season, and he missed the cold. He still shared a bed with Phouka most nights, but when sleep failed him in the middle of the night, he crept up to the top floor of the tree house, built a little nest, and sat reading books by the soft glow of fairy lights. Then, when sleep did finally come for him, he just curled up in his nest of glittery and pretty pillows and let it wash over him.
It was nearly noon by the time he woke, and the pixie staggered about in a groggy haze as he set about his morning routine. Teeth polished nice and shiny, to keep the tooth fairy well away (What kind of fairy collected teeth after all? Not one you'd want under your pillow, that's for certain), face scrubbed and fresh, even though a moment later there was always, always, glitter on his cheeks again anyway. ...Not applied, simply there. Then it was time to do battle with his hair. Today his hair was shock white, the curls soft and short. Winter never wondered why it was or wasn't this, he simply accepted that his hair would be as it wished to be, and dressed accordingly.  Lately he'd been dressing quite plainly, but today he found himself digging a bit deeper into his closet, emerging in a bright and unusual jumper, along with a pair of colourful trainers.
He was just headed down to the kitchen when he heard a strange noise, and he went still on the steps as he tried to work out what it was.
"Shh! You're making too much noise!" a voice whispered.
"No, you are!" came another. "Besides, we have to make noise or he'll never wake up!"
There was a loud clatter, like a wooden spoon hitting the floor, then the sound of laughter, like tinkling bells. "Who won't wake up?" the first voice asked.
"Winter! Remember? We're visiting Winter, Soot, that's the whole reason we came!" 
Wandering down the last few stairs, Winter peeked around the corner just in time to see two pixies on his counter attempting to open the five-pound bag of gummy bears he'd not yet broken into. Soot, an almost rosy and dusty skinned pixie with short and silky black hair, and eyes like tiny chips of obsidian, was currently attempting to drag the bag across the counter, while Moss, a very pointy looking pixie with wild grey hair and eyes to match, was currently attempting to remove a knife from the butcher's block.
"Oh, shit!" Winter gasped, rushing over and removing the other pixie from the knife and putting him down on the table. "You're gonna slice yourself in half, you twit!" he scolded, though that only prompted more giggles from the pair. "Winter!" they squeaked, launching themselves into the air and circling the pixie. "We're here! We're visiting!" they chirped.
"I know, I can see that," Winter replied, yelping when Soot pulled his hair.
"Make us big! Make us big! Let's play!" the pair chanted.
Winter hesitated a moment, then sighed. If his friends were here, there was no point in keeping them tiny. They'd only make more mischief that way. 
"Alright, alright, stay right here. I'll be right back," he said, opening the bag of gummies to ensure his energetic house guests didn't wander. Moss swiftly swooped down to steal one, snatching it from the bag and then tumbling down onto the counter with the plump green bear.
Suddenly Winter understood all too well why Finlay had, at one point, always looked like he had a headache in the morning. ...He almost felt sorry about it too. ...Almost. Winter hadn't quite mastered guilt yet.
He returned a moment later with some of his potion, and he lifted the pair off the counter before offering them each a dose. This, of course, only prompted more excitement and chaos, but eventually, Winter had them settled down and dressed in much more mortal friendly garb. It would have been ideal to keep the pair tucked away in his tree, but his kin were having none of that, and soon they were all settled in at a table outside Starbucks. 
"Ow!" Winter yelped, as Soot pulled his hair for the seventh time that morning. "Stop it. You're just trouble!" he scowled.
"You're trouble!" the dusty skinned pixie squeaked happily. 
"I'm pretty sure Trouble lives in that village near the wizard school," Moss supplied helpfully. "She's pink now you know, wings and all."
Winter couldn't help himself, and he smiled a little at the thought. "It would be very nice to be pink, I think," he admitted.
"Or lavender," Soot said wistfully. "With pretty pearl wings..."
"I like your wings," Winter said, shaking his head. "They're like cobwebs. No one has wings like yours."
Soot perked up a bit at that, looking very pleased. "I am very unique."
"Hey! I have good wings too!" Moss insisted, forgetting the potion had vanished them temporarily, and trying to show them off. This was enough to send the pixies back into a pile of giggles, and the sound of pure joy filled the air with a hint of magic and sweetness all around them.

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Date: 2017-08-12 11:33 pm (UTC)
harrowgate: by unopened (sparkle)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix was usually more snobby about his coffee than Starbucks really allowed him to be, but he was passing nearby, and the familiar laughter reached him right before the sensation of pixie magic tickled his senses. The feeling was something like that candy that popped and fizzed in your mouth, or like drinking a shaken-up soda. Felix could have followed it even if he were blind and deaf.

"Winter?" The wizard strolled up near the table, glancing with interest and a lovely smile over the pixie's friends. He wore a bold paisley jacket over a simple heather shirt and turquoise jeans, which for him, was quite a casual day out. "I do hope I'm not interrupting."

Date: 2017-08-13 04:09 am (UTC)
harrowgate: by etherbunny (hmm?)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix held very still, but if the new pixies only wanted to touch his clothes, he could accept that. Pixies, he had learned, might be quite mischievous and a bit of a handful, but very rarely were they actually malicious. Whatever Felix feared in his aversion to touch, he didn't fear it from them. So, dusted faintly with glitter, Felix found an open chair and slid it up to the table, folding himself lazily into it.

"Moss, Soot, welcome to London," he said pleasantly, though he knew he wasn't going to get far with the sort of polite conversation he might try with anyone else. "What sort of adventure are you on today?"

Date: 2017-08-13 03:19 pm (UTC)
harrowgate: by etherbunny (hmm?)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Soot seemed a bit of a spitfire with perhaps an obsession with faces, Felix observed, whilst Moss appeared to be a little more devious. They were both darling, of course, though not quite as darling as Winter.

"I'm prevaricating," Felix answered, with a sly sideways smile at Moss as he offered up another 'big' word. "I told my work that I needed to do some research in the city, but it seems that what I'm really researching is the sort of coffee that pixies like to drink. It is very important research," he added, with a mock serious expression.

Date: 2017-08-14 03:07 am (UTC)
harrowgate: (giggle)
From: [personal profile] harrowgate
"You're absolutely right," Felix agreed, with the ready smile of a babysitter who knew he could give his charges back to their parents at the end of the day, rambunctious and full of sugar. "That's precisely how experiments are done. Now, would you like to give me your orders, or shall I fetch a few things and we can all sample them?"

Date: 2017-08-15 03:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
With a brisk nod and a bright smile, Felix swung up from the table, touched the tip of his nose, and promised, "I will return directly. Don't you go anywhere, darlings."

The wizard swept off inside, and made up for his ridiculous order of a multitude of different small-sized drinks by leaving a very generous tip and chatting up the baristas and fellow patrons, leaving much of the store giggling in his wake.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, he returned, with a tray that he'd charmed out of the staff by promising to bring it back, full of hot and cold drinks and a truly remarkable number of straws. "They marked the type of drink on the cup, but it's some sort of esoteric runic system that I can't decipher. My next field of magical study must include barista symbolism. Well, here we are." Felix set the tray down on the table, ready to leap back if the pixies fell to with the enthusiasm he expected.

Date: 2017-08-15 06:13 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward
Crowley rounded the corner to where Starbucks had outdoor seating. He wore a natty black suit and a pair of top notch Foster grants. Smoke trailed him from the cigarette he had pursed between his lips. He was on the lookout for someone to wile, though he wasn't looking too terribly hard. Crowley only worked when he saw fit.

What he saw was certainly not fit. Not one but three pixies parked there at a table being, well, pixies. He looked at Winter, and though his eyes were hidden behind the black shades, the judgment of his glare was weighty.

"Convention in town?" he asked dryly of the white haired pixie.

Date: 2017-08-15 06:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward

Crowley took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled slowly. He could already feel a headache coming on.

"Charmed, I'm sure," he replied, sounding quite like he'd rather be in church than here.

Date: 2017-08-15 07:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward

"I can? How very generous of me," the demon replied. He knew he shouldn't, he'd only be sorry, but in the end he took the fourth seat and joined the creatures. "What on Earth are you doing here? And big?" he asked.

Date: 2017-08-15 11:41 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward

"Don't lie, Winter, dear," Crowley scolded. "Even I could see you have not been your usual insufferable self. Though I'm not sure what you need is a dose of pixie insanity."

He dropped his butt and immediately lit up another.

Date: 2017-08-16 12:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward

Crowley looked at the two other pixies, at their shock and silence.

Rather than goad Winter any more, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black wallet.

"Go get drinks, Winter," he said, handing the pixie a stack of notes. "I take mine black."

It would give him time with the other two.

Date: 2017-08-16 01:40 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward

Cowley watched him go with a devilish grin. Then he took a deep drag and let the smoke roll out as he spoke.

"And what shall I do with the two of you?" he asked. "You don't quite fit in, you know. I could help with that."

Date: 2017-08-16 02:03 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward

"Surely you're joking," Crowley said dryly, but in his heart he knew he was in for pain and humiliation galore. And he was sure Winter would only join in the torture when he came back with coffee.

Date: 2017-08-16 03:07 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauntereddownward

"Oh, dear...stop!" he huffed in annoyance. He jerked his head back and glitter dusted his fine black suit jacket. "Oh, bugger."

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