Sunlight And Heat Danced Through The Leaves Of The Canopy Above. Twinkled Like Stars Off The Wings Of

Sunlight and heat danced through the leaves of the canopy above. twinkled like stars off the wings of the fairies, laid warmth atop the backs of their hands & atop their shoulders as they’d been in the field gathering flowers like sweet ghosts; the dead, they decides to themselves as they wander the hollowed groves off the path as the forest turns in and out and leaves flowers where they can, high in the trees and scattered in the mourning grass before heading home like a due respect they always pay, must like summer best. it must be as close as they get to being held again, in the smell of flowers and fruit and warm rich winds, and to holding again. They think they'd like it too, as they whistle in the way it always makes their fairy nervous, if they were one of them.

They're not, however, and neither is Link. a fact he makes abundantly clear from the moment they climb up and whistles a question of may I please enter? to him and they see him, all shiny in the dim light from where the sunlight’s pretty fingers try to reach through the curtains where moths have chewed at the fabric, and all whiny, too!

They laugh like a ringing bell at his declared discomfort even in the cooler air of his sheltered home, a high and hopping sound in their throat that pops like bubbles. They smile a little as they listen, hands working as they begin to section out his pretty hair, listening about the slime and the bugs and the juice. Fado has always smiled like you imagine a fox smiles, and here is no different, a cunning, pleased expression in how their eyes squint as their cheeks push forward, low gray-blue always sparkling. like they've won something you don't know about, like a secret.

They whisper something secret to their fairy, who bounces in understanding at their shoulder, before refocusing ‘pon Link as their fairy attempts to sneak away. Their smile feels scheming, almost, when they whisper like that! ( Though, nothing about it has actually changed… )

“ All the bugs, too? Maybe they’ve gone and hidden underneath, playing a hiding game in all the dirt? “ They propose as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe, to Fado, it is. They tug and twist, gentle in the way children often think they’re more gentle than they are, as they pinch the still-sweet stems of some of the flowers they’d picked between their teeth to pluck them out all easy on the whims they decide. Fado’s not as good at braiding as some of the others, but they’d been getting better, and they always thought Link’s hair was nicest to braid, anyhow! 

“ Oh! “ like a lightning strike, good ideas always hit them when they’ve got their hands busy. “ I found a little river earlier today when I was looking for flowers, you know, a little baby river! Maybe we could go when the sun is a little lower, hm? all slimy in a good way! “ They nod to themselves, as though that too, is the most natural thing in the world. Maybe, to Fado, it is. They wonder, briefly, if you could braid pretty rocks into hair too. They’d have to ask some of the other’s about it later, they think they’d look nice, all twinkling stones with the shiny flowers and his shimmery hair…

showing affection / accepting / @quillheel ( Fado )

FLOWERS & HAIR, sender braids flowers into receiver's hair.

     Today, Link decides when he wakes up thirsty, is an inside kind of day.

     He doesn't tend to like those much, honestly. They're one of the few points where Saria will disagree with him: she loves the sun when it's like this, shiny in her hair and sparkly on the water, but all it is for Link is so hot and too sticky. So Saria will be out there beyond the curtain he draws shut with the others, and Link will be alone 'cause he wants her to have fun more than he wants her to stay.

     Well...usually alone.

     "Hoooot," he complains to Fado as they take another part of his hair to lace up. His hat's in his own hands, having swallowed all his fingers while he pinches random patterns of folds up to its tip. "Makin' me...ss-slimy. M'so slimy."

     Her fairy laughs, and he smells the flowers she's gonna weave in before he feels the press of them to his head. They'd come for him with a whole basket of them — the dress-up day to his inside day — and Link couldn't say no about it when it meant nice company. It's not playing shadow tag in the best sort of sun for it, yeah, but there's a quiet fun in getting to have your hair done! A little excitement, too, in waiting for your friend to finish and thinking about how pretty it'll all be.

     But that won't be for a while yet when they've only just started, so Link shakes the sitting-still jitters out through his hands and tells Fado how even the bugs of his house have left him in this heat. Isn't that so awful? And— and what he wouldn't give for some juice...!

PROMPTS FOR SPENDING THE NIGHT TOGETHER *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

ACTIONS AND SETTINGS

[ storm ] sender sees the awful weather conditions outside and insists receiver stay the night and ride it out

[ too late ] sender notices how late it is and suggests receiver sleeps over rather than travel the long distance home

[ sleepover ] sender and receiver have been planning this sleepover situation for a while now, and tonight's the night it finally happens!

[ one bed ] sender and receiver are forced to share the same room and the single bed within it

[ accident ] while traveling with receiver, sender accidentally books a room with one bed, and the place is too crowded to find another option

[ sick ] sender tends to a sick receiver at their home and stays the night to watch over them

[ injured ] sender brings an injured receiver home and refuses to leave their side overnight

[ couch ] while receiver sleeps on the couch, sender leaves their bedroom to snuggle with them instead

[ sneak ] while receiver sleeps in their bed, sender abandons their place on the couch and climbs into bed with them

[ awkward ] sender and receiver, laying in the same bed, establish some distance between their bodies before falling asleep. when they wake up, they realize they're cuddling

[ movie ] while watching a movie together, sender and receiver fall asleep on the couch and end up staying there all night

[ car ] with no hotel or place to stay in sight, sender and receiver fall asleep in their car together

[ fort ] sender and receiver build a pillow fort and fall asleep inside it

[ read ] sender reads to receiver to help them fall asleep

[ work ] forced to pull an all-nighter, sender and receiver work tirelessly side by side through the night

[ tent ] there's only one tent on this camping trip/adventure, so sender and receiver are forced to snuggle down in cramped quarters and make it work

[ outdoors ] sender and receiver construct a temporary shelter to get through the night outdoors, huddling together for warmth

[ pretend ] sender and receiver are fake-dating/fake-married and have to be seen staying the same room together to fully sell the relationship

[ intimacy ] sender and receiver wake up in the same bed and, in the haze of a beautiful morning, kiss for the very first time

[ whisper ] while receiver sleeps (or pretends to sleep) beside them, sender whispers affectionate, reassuring things to them thinking they can't hear

[ caress ] while receiver sleeps (or pretends to be asleep) beside them, sender admires how wonderful they look and gently caresses their arm

[ innocent ] before the two of them fall asleep, sender leans in and presses an innocent kiss to receiver's forehead

[ kiss ] sender and receiver share a tender kiss before they cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms

[ spoon ] sender snuggles up behind receiver in bed and spoons them as they sleep

[ snore ] sender wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes receiver's snoring woke them up

[ hair ] sender gently strokes receiver's hair until they fall asleep

[ locked up ] locked away in the same cell/compartment, sender and receiver try and sleep side by side for comfort and warmth

[ cave ] out of options, sender and receiver are forced to spend the night together in a cave

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i know my way around. i've stayed the night before.

is this the pillow i used last time?

mind if i stay the night?

you snore, you know.

i think i might fall asleep standing up.

it's not safe for you to drive home.

you should stay here. i don't mind.

i'll take the couch, and you can have my bed.

don't be serious. i'll take the couch.

this could be fun! it's a sleepover!

i have nowhere else to go.

i feel safer when you're here.

i don't want to impose.

are you the big spoon or little spoon?

would it be all right if i stayed the night?

i don't snore.

i'll stay on my side of the bed if you stay on yours.

pretend there's an invisible line down the middle of the bed. don't cross it.

there's no harm in cuddling.

i'm freezing.

is this the first time you've slept with someone?

this doesn't have to lead to sex.

this doesn't mean anything.

you fell asleep on my shoulder.

i'll protect you all night.

you'll never get home in a storm like this.

i don't want you driving in that.

i don't want you traveling in that.

bad news. the room's only got one bed.

is there a pullout couch we can use?

i'll just sleep on the floor.

pretty sure we cuddled all night.

you used me as your pillow.

i got you a blanket.

mind if i scoot in?

stay in bed. i'm here to help.

what's a little cuddling between friends?

i'm glad you stayed over.

what if we watch something to pass the time?

i didn't have anywhere else to go.

did you have to buy the smallest tent possible?

at least pretend that you like me.

do you like spooning?

this doesn't have to be awkward.

you're really warm.

this is cozy.

you should stay like this.

i don't want you to go.

can i hold you for a while?

‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’ (from morgana to ann)

“ … Yeah, you’re right… “ Ann answers defeated, eyes flicking around as if searching for a rebuke but knowing she didn't have the heart when Morgana pulled the friendship card this early in the morning. she taps a manicured nail against the pale outdoor tabletop she was sat at, cheek resting against the curled palm of her other hand propped up by the furniture and hunched forward, before she sighs relentingly ( if not slightly overdone. what was the fun in not being a little dramatic every now and then? ) and slides over a little plate of fish or meat that she’d been eating just prior to the tuxedo cat. She can’t argue with that-! regardless of her own hesitancies.

“ You better not get sick from this, though! “ the girl warns, pointing a finger accusingly at Morgana at the possibility, intense blue eyes narrowed “ I don’t know if I or Joker would have the money to pump your stomach because you ate something you shouldn’t have. “

part of her warning, admittedly, was an effort to have the last word for her self respect, though it wasn’t as if she put that much pride on passing the food to begin with.

“ Speaking of, how have you both been doing lately? Good, I hope! “

is that a speaker in your pants or is your penis loud as fuck and singing beautiful songs to me

“I am aware that this request is fundamentally selfish. I can offer no justification for it, no argument in its favor. It is simply the outcome I desire to see the most.”

This is Robin :)

" Would you look at that, I didn't realize we had such an artiste here. You really captured my likeness, better than the CCTV cameras could ever home to dream. "