Pixie Dusting (Terence x Reader)

Chapter 8

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I craned my head towards the sun resting on the horizon line, blinking away the last few ounces of sleep I had left in my eyes. Rubbing intensely enough that I created sunspots, I groaned, landing on Fawn's doorstep and knocking with as much effort as my tired hand would use.

No response.

I thumped my forehead against the door and waited a few more seconds...nothing. I glared at the intimidating wooden fixture as if my stare alone would be enough to suddenly develop the power of telekinesis. I repeated the same process once more...

Nothing.

Figures

Frowning, I momentarily wondered if Fawn had gotten up early enough to leave before sunrise.

I paused.

Unlikely, very, unlikely.

I looked around for any sign of the animal fairy, searching for possible footprints or broken eggshells, only to come up empty-handed in full.

"....Okay." Leaning away I tapped my foot, knocking three more times. Crossing my arms I walked around her porch and searched for a window. I scanned around, patiently looking at a small open window that, lo and behold, led straight into Fawn's bedroom. Gripping the window frame with my fingers, I silently creaked the doors open and leaned inside.

"Psst! Fawn, are you awake?" 

When the mass of mussy brown hair didn't respond, I realized that in hindsight it may have been a stupid question.

 Furrowing my eyebrows, I leaned my cheek on my palm, my elbow propped against her window sill as I hovered over the wall of her house.

"I probably look like a criminal," I mused out loud, humming to myself as I contemplated stealing the small rock sitting innocently on Fawn's desk to chuck at her. A violent but efficient wake-up call. Tossing the small stone in my hand, I fiddled with the small ridges examining the small lines that were ingrained in the solid. Observing it, I turned it around-

I felt my body go rigid. A subtle rustle of leaves and twigs sounded behind me, barely noticeable had it not been dead calm across the hollow. Turning slightly so I could scourage the area around, I glanced from the corner of my eye, before I yelped, getting knocked to my bum when I was tackled by a large mass of wings and limbs.

Wincing when my wrist twisted in an odd way, I stared up at the morning sky with no particular interest. Sighing tiredly I greeted the amassed dead weight that was now resting on top of me.

"Good morning girls." Groans returned my greeting instead.

Narrowing my eyes at the back-lighted shadow I stared in interest before I noticed the very definitive shape of Tinkerbell.

"What-"I cut myself off. "Actually, I don't really want to know." And instead took the extended hand to pull me up.

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I pulled at Fawn's feet, grunting heartily with each tug of effort. Sunlight broke through the window, striking the girl's snoring face on the pillow, unconsciously wincing when the light hit her readily. I sighed, turning to the tinker fairy flittering around the room in a restless commotion, confounded and curious from every little item on Fawn's shelves. She turned to me, pointing excitedly at an old bird's shell, before styling it like a hat and I gave her a wry smile when it chipped ever so slightly.

Then, a loud heap of snores sounded from behind me.

I felt my eye twitch, before huffing at the irksome fairies who were now leaned against each other, sleeping peacefully and completely unaware of my presence as I stood above them. Smiling deviously