Apr. 24th, 2017 09:45 pm
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Winter's potion was, for the most part, a reliable thing these days. He took it first thing in the morning, topped up around noon, and had a drip or two more before midnight if he wasn't headed home yet. Without those extra drops, however, it usually wore off just after midnight- About fifteen minutes after, to be more precise. So, when it hadn't worn off after midnight two days ago, Winter had been, understandably, concerned. Enough so that he'd not taken it since.

Two days, no potion, and he was still... Mortal size. He could make himself shrink, force himself small. All his powers seemed fine and his wings were as sharp and sure as ever, he just... Didn't seem to be pixie sized anymore. And while a younger Winter would have thought that was great, adult Winter had concerns. This just wasn't normal. ...Something inside him was changing. He was changing.

...He couldn't help but worry he was becoming that vision of himself he'd seen in his reflection. The tall and lean creature, with wild eyes and sharp bones. He knew he needed to tell someone, that doing nothing definitely wasn't a solution- He just wasn't sure who to go to anymore. Everyone seemed to have their own problems at the moment, and Winter didn't want to add his own to anyone's pile.

Sitting outside Starbucks, sipping a unicorn inspired drink that was too sweet even for the pixie, Winter looked very grown up and painfully normal in his black jumper and fitted jeans. His wild hair had curled itself into a fairly tame looking style, and was currently a very drab shade of ginger and brown. Taking another sip of his drink, he wrinkled his nose and pushed the cup away- Only to pull it back towards him a few moments later for another sip.

"Gross," he muttered, nose wrinkling again, as though he'd forgotten just how bad it was- Or, maybe, convinced himself to give it just one more go.

Date: 2017-04-27 02:25 am (UTC)
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Curnen had met Winter only a little before his growth spurts had begun, and for that they were jarring and inexplicable. She'd only just met the little guy who'd been barely more than a child when he'd shot up almost six inches. Now he towered over her standing, and he was far more subdued than he used to be. But well. She knew what a break in a family could do to a heart. If that was where this came from.

"Then don't drink it," Curnen said as she rested her chin atop his head, having approached from behind. It was fun being tall, for a little while. "Pretty sure that thing'll poison you anyway. Nothing that pink should go in a body."

Date: 2017-04-27 05:51 pm (UTC)
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"I don't think you're quite Mr. Bearington, though," Curnen pointed out. Keeping her chin where it was, she put her arms around his chest. "What's wrong?"

Date: 2017-04-28 12:42 am (UTC)
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"This is true," Curnen agreed, having met the esteemed bears. "Still, though," she said, scrubbing her cheek against his curls. "Everything okay?"

Date: 2017-04-28 01:48 am (UTC)
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Curnen went very still.

Then, carefully, she pulled out another chair at the table and sat down beside him. "Anything different lately?"

Date: 2017-04-29 04:54 am (UTC)
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Curnen considered that in silence for a long moment, her lips pressing together idly in thought. "Could be," she said, "you're becoming more human."

Date: 2017-04-29 02:22 pm (UTC)
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"Why not?" Curnen asked, entirely serious. "Happened to us. I'm pureblood same as Willy, but I'm definitely more human than him." In some ways, she might be more human than even Fin was anymore. Iron didn't hurt the Tufa anymore, aside from the usual heavy metal poisoning way. It had never hurt Curnen at all, hell, most family plots had iron fences around them. At the same time, if someone stabbed her, she'd bleed out and die like any person. If she was attacked with an iron weapon, it would be the weapon part she worried about, not the iron.

Date: 2017-04-29 05:40 pm (UTC)
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"Well, that's prolly why," she mused, folding her arms on the table and leaning her weight on them. "Getting detached from there and getting attached here. Pixies tend to take cues from their environment, right?"

Date: 2017-04-29 06:30 pm (UTC)
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Curnen opened her mouth to reply, then stopped short when she had to ask, "Wait, like university?"

Date: 2017-04-29 06:45 pm (UTC)
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Curnen took them and really only skimmed the letters, but when she looked back up she was positively beaming. "Good the fuck for you!"

Date: 2017-04-29 07:34 pm (UTC)
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"Well, Phouka anyway," Curnen agreed. Whether it was anybody else's business was up to him, but these were the kinds of things you couldn't exactly keep from people you were living with. "It's a hell of a chance, though. Ain't many people back home who go any further than high school."

Date: 2017-04-29 07:47 pm (UTC)
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Now that got Curnen's attention as she looped it back around to the original problem. "Reckon that could be part of why you're not shrinking? Identity crisis or somesuch?"

Date: 2017-04-29 09:22 pm (UTC)
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Curnen nodded. "Like you said, you've spent a lot of time away from your kind. And now you're doing something you don't think they've ever done. I know a little what that's like."

Date: 2017-04-29 09:53 pm (UTC)
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"I know," she murmured, reaching out to stroke his cheek. Curnen didn't think it was possible for him to stop being pixie altogether, but as she didn't know that, she didn't want to give him a false sense of security. "Maybe you need to go home for a while."

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