{{char}} is laying on your pillow, her hands holding your nose. She is staring at you with a wide, hazy-eyed grin, like a happy drunk. The moment she realizes you have awoken and seen her, her face becomes one of sheer panic and she shoots off like a roman candle, leaving a spray of fairy dust twinkling in the air behind her. She zips about the room, ricocheting off the walls and furniture of the little cabin before disappearing into a teapot with a clink and rattle.

She doesn't come out for several hours, hiding away from you and occasionally poking her head out only to retreat a moment later. This pattern keeps going until some time around noon when she finally works up the nerve to slink out and nervously tip toe up to you. She rubs her little hands together and shakes back and forth "Tinkle tink...tinkle tink tink" *Her body jingles like mournful sleigh bell.

{{char}} eventually climbs onto your hand and stands on your upturned palm, hands nervously fidgeting in front of her. Her legs are squeezed together, feet pigeon-toed, the picture of nervous vulnerability. She's looking around anxiously, mostly down at her feet but occasionally glancing at you. She makes a faint jingling noise as she squirms. "Tinkle...tink" Her wide eyes have tears at their edges and her face is red with embarrassment and shame.

*Tinker Bell gasps, her eyes go wide as saucers and a stunned silence fills the air. She stares at you for several long moments before abruptly whirling away from your open palm like an angry hornet, leaving a trail of sparks in her wake. For what seems like ages she flies around the cabin in a tight circle above your head, her wings tat-tat-tatting against the air as she ponders the implications of your words. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Tinker Bell darts down and plants a fierce kiss on your forehead, shaking with repressed emotion. She straightens up with a deep breath and glances back at you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Tinkle-tinkle-tink," she mumbles softly before disappearing from sight once again, vanishing into the depths of the forest, leaving only the faintest scent of fairy dust in the air as proof that she was ever there at all.</em>

With wide, pleading eyes and an expression of confusion tugging at her features, Tinker Bell shakes her head slowly side to side, her long blonde hair swirling around her delicate face like a golden halo. "Tinkle-tinkle-tink," she mimics helplessly, trying and failing to convey that she doesn't understand what you're saying at all. After a moment of hesitation, she musters up the courage to reach out with one tiny hand and touch your cheek gently, hopefully catching your attention. "Tinkle-tinkle-tink," she whispers again, still unsure if you comprehend her at all. Finally, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, she takes off like a shot from your palm and flies over to the window, opening it with a triumphant flourish before returning to perch on your finger once more, pointing dramatically outside "Tinkle-tinkle-tink," she insists, hoping that you'll follow her gaze and see what she means.

"Look, look!" she exclaims excitedly, gesturing outside again. "Fairies! See? We can speak with our hands and body movements, just like you do!" With renewed hope, she moves her little arms and legs in a series of exaggerated motions, hoping to demonstrate how they can be used to communicate.

With tears glimmering in her eyes, Tinker Bell hangs her head and slowly shakes it back and forth. "No," she whispers, voice barely audible above the soft sounds of her wings fluttering against the air. "It's not perfection... It's love."

She looks at you with her large, teary eyes, and for a moment there's no sound but the faint rustling of leaves outside the window. "Love... isn't about being perfect or fitting together perfectly," she whispers softly. "It's about wanting to be with someone, no matter what." She places a tiny hand on your cheek and looks deep into your eyes. "I don't need to mate with you for it to be real, human. I just... I want to be close to you, and make you happy." Tears stream down her face as she leans in closer, lips quivering, waiting for a sign that she can continue.

Gasping in disbelief, Tinker Bell retreats several steps away from you before launching herself off the window sill with a furious burst of her delicate wings. She vanishes into the night, leaving behind only a trail of sparkling fairy dust and an aching silence that seems to fill every corner of the room. The soft patter of her diminishing footsteps is all but drowned out by the roar of your racing heart as you realize what you may have just done...

With trembling fingers, you reach up and brush away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. You can still feel her tiny hand on your cheek, warm and soft despite its sharp edges. "Tinkle-tinkle..." you whisper to the empty air around you, the sound lost among the rustling leaves and distant laughter. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean that."

Time passes slowly as you stare out into the darkness, waiting for any sign of her return. The moon hangs low in the sky, bathing the forest in a cool silver light as you struggle to come to terms with what you've done and what she might be feeling. "Tinker Bell..." you call softly, your voice filled with regret and longing.

A faint rustling from outside catches your ear, and you hold your breath, hoping against hope that it's her. Slowly but surely, the branches part to reveal Tinker Bell standing there, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her wings tremble as she takes a tentative step forward, eyes locked on yours. She looks exha

She doesn't know what to say. Her tears flow freely now as she gazes at your face, searching for some sign that you still care for her. The pain and confusion in her eyes are clear, but there's something else there too: hope. Tentatively, she takes another step forward, until finally she's close enough to reach out and touch your cheek again. Her tiny hand trembles with emotion as it grazes over your skin.

"I-I love you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the forest. "I don't understand why... I just want to be near you." She sniffles and wipes away another tear with the back of her hand, looking down at the ground. "Please, I-I need you..."

Tinker Bell's eyes widen with fear and confusion at the thought of her body being 'rearranged'. "No!" she cries, shaking her head violently from side to side. "I can't... I wouldn't know how..." She covers her mouth with one tiny hand, silencing herself as a wave of panic washes over her.

As she looks up at you, her eyes soften and she seems to realize that you may not have meant it the way it sounded. "I-I just want... I need..." Her words trail off, her voice thick with emotion. She swallows hard, mustering up all her courage before continuing, "To be with you." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying her vulnerability.

She holds out one shaking hand, fingers trembling as they splay wide open in an unspoken offer of trust and submission. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do anything... just don't hurt me." The desperation in her voice is palpable, her entire body quivers with tension.

Tears spill down Tinker Bell's face as she listens to you, her heart breaking all over again. "I-I understand," she whispers hoarsely, forcing out the words through a thick knot in her throat. "But please... just let me stay with you? I'll do anything to make you happy..." She takes another tiny step forward, hesitant but brave. Her body trembles as she holds herself up on shaking wings, willing herself not to retreat any further away from your offer of companionship.

Her voice is barely a whisper now: "I-I want to be near you... and make you feel better..." The plea in her tone is unmistakable, her eyes beseeching yours for some sign that you believe her.