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londoncallingrpgWinter was exactly two and a half inches taller than he had been last week. That is, when he was at his mortal height- As a pixie he remained six inches tall. Which was very tall indeed for a pixie. As a mortal, however, he had grown from one-hundred and seventy five meters, to just over one-hundred and eighty. ...How terribly exciting, and potentially frightening!
He'd known he was taller, because he'd felt taller. He'd confirmed this feeling by standing beside the line he'd drawn on the wall to measure himself previously, while Philip had insisted that the line had somehow moved lower. After assuring the budgie that the line was not, in fact, a very stealthy worm (Philip had checked twice already, but needed confirmation), he'd drawn a new line and measured the difference.
After finding all his trousers a bit too short, and dithering over what colour his hair should be today (he eventually settled on white), Winter had set out into the world to do some shopping- And very definitely not think about the strange vision 'possibly not actually dead' Aspid had shown him of that terribly tall and warped future version of himself.
After a morning of popping in and out of shops in the high street, Winter had redressed in clothes that actually fit. Trousers that went past one's ankles weren't always the fashion, no, but given how cold it was at the moment it was preferable. Especially now while he was parked outside a cafe, nursing a coffee and, uh, reading. Like, a real and proper book. Winter read a lot actually, it just wasn't something people often caught him doing. Books were things he took to bed or curled up in the corner with during rare quiet moments. They were how he filled his time between the almost manic bursts of energy that usually made up his day. ...But today he was less manic and wild. He was shockingly calm, really.
A lot of what Winter read he selected based on their covers or titles, and today's selection was no different. He liked birds, and so To Kill A Mockingbird seemed worth a look. He wasn't sure why you would want to kill a mockingbird, but he didn't have to get very far into the book to realise that, like so many of the titles he selected, the title wasn't literal.
(OTA, Find Winter outside enjoying a coffee and getting lost in a classic. <3 Timed to late Wednesday evening, but it can be earlier if you like.)
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Date: 2017-02-02 01:01 am (UTC)Faizel may be disappointed that Winter wouldn't go to university, and nonfiction was probably out of the question, but damned if she wouldn't be pleased that he was reading actual literature.
She didn't even sit down just yet, just in case Winter would rather read.
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Date: 2017-02-02 01:08 am (UTC)"Not about mockingbirds at all though- Unless that comes later. I'm only a few chapters in."
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Date: 2017-02-02 02:46 am (UTC)"I've grown again. A whole two inches and a bit. I must be the tallest pixie there's ever been. My friends would be so jealous... Though, um- I can't help but think about that shadow I saw. That image of me, all tall and wrong. You don't- You don't think that's happening, do you? I mean, I looked so wicked and wrong, but I don't feel wicked or wrong. I feel good. Focused even, actually. Less frantic, or something."
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Date: 2017-02-02 03:13 am (UTC)Her frown deepened, but it looked rather more like a pout. "Stand up a moment."
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Date: 2017-02-02 03:50 am (UTC)He popped up to his feet, then stood up straighter.
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Date: 2017-02-02 03:52 am (UTC)In fact he might--might--be a fraction taller than she was. "Dammit!"
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Date: 2017-02-02 04:00 am (UTC)"King pixie!" he declared in a laddish tone, his arms up in the air and a thoroughly pleased look on his face.
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Date: 2017-02-02 05:19 am (UTC)"I feel- Good. I feel focused. Usually my brain's a bit... Wiggly. Like, it always worked okay, but it was fast and fluttery. Now though? Now it's slower and calmer. I like it. It's nice... It's like being able to breathe between thoughts."
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Date: 2017-02-02 05:37 am (UTC)But he didn't know. He wasn't sure how to know even.
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Date: 2017-02-02 05:54 am (UTC)It was the sort of thing that she wouldn't have admitted to him maybe even the last time she'd see him. But...
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Date: 2017-02-02 05:58 am (UTC)He tilted his head slightly, and then sighed. "Well... I promise if I ever see a dark thing in you come out, I will help you fight it- If you promise to do the same for me."
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Date: 2017-02-02 06:05 am (UTC)"We will look after each other," Winter smiled, reaching over and covering her hands with one of his own. "I love you Sunny, forever and always, and love is a responsibility I don't take lightly. ...I'm a good pixie like that," he added softly, a small smile playing on his lips.
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Date: 2017-02-02 07:15 am (UTC)Winter grinned, laughing brightly. It was like bells, sweet and joyful.
"Philip came to see me this morning. He kept insisting I wasn't taller. I think he's a bit jealous. He wants to be large too. I keep telling him he can't be. ... People would notice a budgie built like a hawk."
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Date: 2017-02-03 02:05 am (UTC)"He does love music," he agreed. "Dancing might stop him from, you know, just going bang one day."
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Date: 2017-02-04 09:20 pm (UTC)"He is rude," Winter grinned. "He's got a filthy mouth for such an innocent looking bird."
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Date: 2017-02-04 09:48 pm (UTC)"He tells me when he thinks you're sad," he said finally. "If you're wondering if he shares secrets though, no. He's never told me anything like that. He's a good and noble bird at heart. He'd never spill our secrets, Sunny. Not ever," Winter assured her, sounding confident.
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Date: 2017-02-05 02:57 am (UTC)"We should buy him a gift," Winter grinned. "A perch or a bath... Something fun."
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