Pixie Dusting (Terence x Reader)

Chapter 4

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"Princess!"

I choked at the sudden shout, jerking at the violent wake-up call. A weak groan escaped me at the bout of nausea that seemed to over wash me, only half-registering the muffled shouts that arose from behind the door leading to my library- a place I seemingly had spent the night.

I lifted my head up from my pillow, trying to gauge out who I was and why I chose to exist on this particular day. I turned as much as could in my restricted  and groggy form, except my face was only met with the peaceful sleeping features of Terence. It was only then I took note of the fluffy pink blanket covering our intertwined limbs as we lay on the couch. The cushions were soft underneath us, and my nerves become hyper-aware of the way he was comfortingly warm, his arms completely engulfing me as I lay in the crook of his neck, his arms firm but not tight.

Still a little mentally muffled, it took me a second to realize where I was and who I was with. I didn't take longer than that though. I hiccuped and suddenly my cheeks were uncomfortably warm, and with my heart racking against my chest, I slowly untangled myself from Terence, removing his arms from around my waist with a slow shuffling movement, silently cursing myself at the urge to simply bury myself back into Terence's embrace and sleep the day away.

I looked around the room to see my friends scattered throughout the living room, limbs twisted every-which-way, Fawn's foot on top of Rosetta's forehead, Silvermist slumped against the bookshelf, and so on. I laughed softly at the sight as the memories started to fade back in, being dragged into a celebration, fairy Gary supplying a disconcerting amount of mead and the celebration for Tinkerbell going well into the night.

I had insisted the night before that they simply slept over rather than fluttering tiredly to their homes, an offer which they gladly accepted, minus Vidia. It was nice to be able to spend time with the girls, having grown used to missing their presence at my ever-increasing schedule.

My feet met the cold floor, but I lifted myself up nonetheless, until I was forced to a halt- a tanned hand gripping at my own, holding me back from getting up. I looked downwards at Terence, noticing he was still fast asleep, and I allowed myself the luxury to admire him for a split second longer, something bittersweet gnawing at my chest. Pushing his blond hair back from his forehead, his hair rarely unadorned with his ever-present acorn hat, I lifted his hand, the one he that had gripped onto me, and held it in between my own, contemplating for a moment my unadulterated emotions for the boy in front of me.

I wasn't the most emotionally adept, I understand, but I wasn't oblivious. I didn't want to admit it but our relationship always danced around a limbo between best friends and something a more. Sighing, I heaved myself up and tiptoed in between the shifting limbs, quietly making my way to the door to answer whoever was making such noise.

I grabbed the handle of the door, an unamused expression plastered on my face as I opened the barrier to reveal the person who had woken me up at such an early hour.

It was Cinda.

Of course, it was Cinda.

It's always Cinda.

The scowl that pulled at my lips was intentional and, watching the dark-haired girl as she tapped her foot, a leaf notebook held in her hands, I grinned mockingly at her ever attentive demeanor. She looked up at me when I creaked the door open. Opening her mouth, but before she could speak I whispered—much to her annoyance;