¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-28 17:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, remy lebeau (gambit), tinkerbell |
Who: Tink & Remy LeBeau
When: Thursday, Oct 23rd - Late evening
Where: Remy’s downtown office
What: Remy wants to see more of those wings.
Rating/Warnings: PG13 - Language
Status: Complete
Remy couldn’t help himself.. after that little show of wings, he just wanted more. He wanted to see Tink do that again, he wanted to see those wings, see the sparkle, and see if she could fly. Could anyone blame him?
So, he’d convinced her to come to his office, long after everything downtown was closed. Sure, it was smallish and temporary, but the other would be up and running soon. This was okay for now.
And it was empty. He’d turn off the alarm and wait inside for her to arrive. When she did? He’d break into a grin and let her inside, then lock the door behind and bring her deeper inside and away from the windows.
“Show me.” He insisted without any small talk getting in the way.
**
Tink wasn't sure she'd found the right place. After all, the car--Shelley--was so fantastic and over the top. This wasn't quite as ridiculous as the car had led her to believe his office would be. Still, she came in and found Remy, moving a little farther into the place. She wasn't in her coveralls this time. Her bike and helmet were left out front. Tink was in her leather jacket, jeans, boots. T-shirt underneath.
She shrugged off her jacket as they moved further into the office building, toward where it would be impossible to see from the outside.
After taking a good, long look around the place, Tink gave a little wiggle of her shoulders. Her wings popped out of the slits she'd made in her t-shirt.
**
The revealing of the wings made Remy break into a wide grin and he bounced on the balls of his toes in a childish way. “Can you fly? Can I see? Do you sparkle?” He wanted to see more -- he wanted to see what she could do. He wanted to see more of the wings.
He wanted to touch.
**
"I need pixie dust to fly," Tink admitted. She pulled a little, zip-top bag out of her back pocket. There was enough in there to keep fairies flying for a year. But she wasn't fairy size. She was full-size.
After what she'd talked about with Neal, she was nervous about showing him. It showed in the expression on her face, in her tense body language. "...but yeah, I can fly. I only sparkle with the pixie dust."
**
Nervous about showing him? How silly! He’d asked for it. He was eager for it and bouncing around on the balls of his feet like an excited child. “Well, we can save the sparkling for later-- I want to see you fly.” She seemed nervous about it, so he stepped in and grasped her shoulders and gave her a little shake.
“You are the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!” Insisted with a broad smile. “Now come on, I gotta see this-- show me what you can do!” He’d release her abruptly and step back, clapping his hands together once.
**
Tink tensed when he stepped in and took hold of her shoulders--as if she was afraid he might attack. But he gave her a shake and a smile, and she couldn’t help smiling in return. “Really?” She asked, insanely relieved that he was excited about it and not freaking out about it. Her wings gave a happy flutter.
“Okay, hang on.” She took a half-step back when he did, and opened the zip-top. She sprinkled some of it all over her arms, head and wings. She sparkled a little, twinkling as the dust settled on her. Then her wings began to flutter again and she lifted easily off the ground.
**
The red-head laughed when her feet came off the ground and he crouched to run his hand between her feet and the floor, as if to make sure she wasn’t standing on something, then he stood back up and grinned at her. “Did you dream about this? You dreamed about it and it happened? You have the dreams like everyone else?”
He was interested to know what hers were about.
A fairy? Really?
**
She bent over a bit in the air to watch what he was doing under her feet. Tink wasn’t sure what to think. Neal was the only person who’d seen her fly like this before--though she’d done it a few times. She fluttered up a little higher and did a somersault in the air.
“I dreamed about it and it happened.” Tink agreed with him, repeating his words. There was a shower of pixie dust sprinkling down around her, leaving a trail as she moved around. “...I’ve been having these dreams for a long time. I’ve dreamed several lifetimes worth, I think. My boyfriend is in my Dreams. In Neverland.”
**
“Can you fly without the dust? I mean, is it the dust that makes you fly, or the wings?” So curious. He’d be walking around her to get a good look, that wide smile still on his features. “This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, Tink. Hands down.” This was even better than Lina and her.. ground-shattering.. whatever it was.
This was awesome.
He wanted to fly!
**
Tink flushed a bit at him saying it was the coolest thing ever. It made her feel good. Neal was a bit anti-magic, due to some really bad things that’d happened to him in his Dreams, so he wasn’t as enthusiastic. He was still enthusiastic, obviously, but Remy’s reaction had Tink grinning.
“It’s the dust,” she admitted, and held the bag up so he could see. The coating she’d given herself would last through the end of the day, and there was enough in the bag for him, too. She fluttered down to land next to him.
“...do you want to try?”
**
“..Holy shit, do you mean it? Really?” He would look her over closely, then eye the bag, and look back up with a wide smile. “I won’t like.. float away or something, will I? I don’t have wings.” Obviously. “Is that going to be a problem? Am I going to get wings if I use the dust? Do I have to fly and then I get the wings?” Like an excited school child, he was still bouncing some on his toes.
It was like Christmas Morning over here, Tink. He was so bright-eyed and excitable.
**
“Peter Pan didn’t have wings.” Tinkerbell said, breaking into a little grin. “No, you don’t get wings. You just… you think happy thoughts, right? And then you lift up off the ground. It’s really easy to steer, you just lean right, fly right. Or lean left, fly left. I’ll show you.”
She opened the zip-top bag again and put a small handful of dust into her palm. Then she closed the bag, pocketed it, and fluttered up into the air to sprinkle the dust all over Remy.
“Happy thoughts.” She said, and held a hand out to him. Together, so long as he was thinking happy thoughts(?? she wasn’t sure that part actually mattered) they could fly.
**
Happy thoughts. He could come up with happy thoughts without much issue at all. Sharon in sexy lingerie did it for him--- well, those were lusty thoughts, but lusty made him happy. It wouldn’t take much to get him off the ground..and once he was? He let out a little shout and would grab onto her and hold.
“Merde--” He gasped the word out, then would laugh and release his hold some, but he wasn’t willing to let go completely, lest he fall. “This is so fucking awesome.” He was grinning like a nut.
**
Tink could work out on her own what 'Merde' meant. She didn't need Babelfish to figure that one out. Her fingers still looped around his, she gave a laugh at the sight of his grin. "RIGHT?" She said, nodding enthusiastically. Her wings were still fluttering as she hovered there in the air with him.
"So... Lean right, fly right," she instructed, then gave him a little tug. They moved forward through the air, slowly at first. Tink wanted to make sure he could get the hang of it before she gave him free reign.
**
Doing as instructed, he would lean right slowly.. and sure enough, he went right. Holy shit this was awesome! Then he leaned left a little.. oh, it made him break into a wide grin and he’d laugh. Carefully, he let go of her fingers and would turn enough so he’d make a wide circle, then tilting so he’d stop-- in front of her, but a good four feet away.
“This is the most awesome thing in the world. I’m so jealous you have no idea-- does this mean I’m going to be able to fly the rest of my life?” Tilting back a little, he went up, which made him bump into the ceiling, but he was laughing all the same. Holyshit.
“Let’s go outside!” Reckless idiot.
**
“Just until the Pixie Dust wears off,” Tink responded with a grin. She released his hand and let him fly around the room. She came to the top of something--a tall filing cabinet?--and sat down, watching him experiment.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go outside?” She asked, skeptically. “We cannot be seen flying around.”
**
“Hell yeah I’m ready!” No, no he wasn’t. Sharon would never forgive you, Tink, if you let Remy go flying and he fell in the ocean and drown. And she could be scary!
“It’s kinda like driving a car.” It was nothing like driving a car! “We’ll just have to be careful. Or we could wear masks-- oh! We could be flying ninjas.” He’d turned into a twelve year old the second she’d pulled out those wings. Sorry, Tink!
**
Tink laughed. “We clearly just need a bigger room for you to fly around in.” She said, shrugging her shoulders once. She was fairly certain that she could keep him from falling into the ocean, (Sharon would definitely shoot her. Then she and Neal would have his and hers bullet holes.) but she didn’t want to take that chance.
“Flying ninjas? You’re ridiculous.” Tink said, watching him bounce around the room. Maybe the Pixie Dust had that effect on people. Made them happy. In any case, she was happy he was happy. “We should definitely stay inside. And away from people. You know anywhere we can go? That has more room to play?”
Could they sneak into a coliseum or something?
**
Sneak? Maybe. Break? Definitely.
Then again, he also had a massive warehouse at his disposal. Sure, it was only a twenty-four foot ceiling, but that would certainly be enough, right?
“We could go to my place.” An offer that came with a smile. He wasn’t making any move to put feet on the ground, though, he was having too much fun pushing off of the ceiling and bouncing back and forth on the walls.It was like swimming.. but much more dry!
**
Twenty-four feet would probably be enough. Probably. Tink was looking forward to letting loose where she wasn’t worried about being seen. Every time she’d been for a fly had been outside, and that meant prying eyes.
“Your place?” She asked, thinking he meant, like, his house. His bedroom? Definitely not. Tink had been claimed, thankyouverymuch. She leaned back in the air, giving her wings a playful flutter. “...Not that I’m not flattered, but I’m not exactly interested...”
**
“What? Why not? It’s like a fifteen thousand square foot warehouse, it’s thirty feet high, plenty of space to fly around-- come on.” He’d push off the wall and fly towards her, slamming into her (okay, at least he wasn’t going so fast that he’d hurt her) and wrapping his arms around her to drag her towards the door. “Come on!” Like a little kid at Christmas.