Moongleam Heathersong and the wonderful garden of the fairies (One-shot)

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Once upon a time there was a playful little fairy, with beautiful wings the color of the shiniest emeralds (this she inherited from her father), and with a beautiful pair of eyes like two gleaming obsidian rocks embedded in turquoises (this she inherited from her mother). The name of the fairy was Moongleam Heathersong.

And Heathersong is a well-respected name in the Fairy Garden, you know! It's the name of an aristocrat, Moongleam's granddad; who was one of the most cherished and esteemed men in the Fairy queen's army. He had been a general, a long time ago, in the war against the Pixies, a mischievous and wretched kind of winged humanoids with impish faces. Now, seldom would havoc break in the Fairy Queen's domain, for everyone was safe and sound from the pixies, all thanks to the Heathersong general.

Thus, Moongleam knew this was an imperative day not only for her and her family, but for the whole Fairy Garden! You see, little children, today was Moongleam's eighteenth birthday, and that is a great deal in fairy culture, you know.

She would need to use the magic of love to defeat an awful, despicable vile troll in order to prove herself worthy to the queen, and then, and only then, she would choose what she shall work on. Not only would she work for the queen, but for the whole fairy-kind. For liberty. For love.

"It's gonna be alright, love." Soothingly hushed her girlfriend, Peribelle Chrisanthemum. She was a very perceptive kind of fairy, and she could feel Moongleam's utter distress.

Moongleam (or as she was commonly known, Moon), fighting mentally the urge to weep, as she felt herself on the brink of crying out of pure anxiety; sighed. She held Peribelle's hands between hers, and the mere fact of feeling their skin touching managed to calm her down.

Peribelle was beautiful not only mentally but physically.

Her ocean-blue wings, rimmed with pale-purple, fitted perfectly with her long, silky black hair. Her brown eyes glowed like two little but dazzling stars that could light the gloomy soul of a pixie, and her smile...

Oh, her smile.

There were no words for that sheer perfect smile. To put it bluntly, there were no words for Peribelle. Moon was, oh, so in love!

It was incredible how in the darkest of days, she would find solace in her beloved's arms. How, since the moment she woke up 'til she went back to sleep, there was no thought on her mind but the beauty of Peribelle. How she would have given up everything, including her soul, just as long as she knew her girlfriend was going to be alright.

Peribelle was everything Moon ever needed, in fact, she was even more than what she had ever dreamed of.

She was her happy place, her home.

She was the reason for every smile that crossed her face and the reason she got out of bed every morning. She loved Peribelle so much, she thought she ought to exist in order to make her happy.

Oh, how lucky she was just for being the reason the greatest fairy in the Garden smiled! Oh, how happy she was to have someone as lovely as Peribelle to string along with her for this very special day!

Moon leaned over to kiss her.

Peribelle's lips had always had the same flavor: like strawberry chewing gum, with a faint, subtle notion of cigarettes and vodka as an aftertaste.