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: 2017-04-30 02:12 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Holding Back)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Curnen ducked her head shyly. "It's just a theory. Only it seemed like a plausible one's all."

Date: 2017-04-30 04:15 pm (UTC)
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Curnen nodded in turn, then turned her attention to the stuff Winter was drinking. "... Can I try the pink nightmare thing?"

Date: 2017-04-30 09:03 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Mischief)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Curnen picked it up and took a careful sip... and immediately made a face and set it back down, swallowing only reluctantly, "Oh God, it's like if Miss Peggy's decoratin' had a flavor."

Date: 2017-04-30 09:16 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Sunshine)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
"And it'll wash that taste out of my mouth," Curnen muttered, still pulling a face. It really did taste like floral bedspreads and lace doilies and everything cutesy you could shove into one room if that were a flavor. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Date: 2017-04-30 09:45 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
It was good to see him grin. "With what on it?" Curnen asked as she got up after him.

Date: 2017-04-30 11:11 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Mischief)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Curnen snorted. "Meat pizza. Of course." Not that she objected, not really. "Would a vegetable be acceptable, or are we going for zero green things?" she teased.

Date: 2017-05-01 01:15 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Pigtails)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
"We don't gotta," Curnen assured him, still smiling. "But I wouldn't mind it."


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