She wasn’t exactly sure what going through a portal would feel like, but it wasn’t nearly as big a deal as Pixi thought it might be. Though, she supposes that makes sense—if it felt really weird to go through portals all the time, then why would you do it? Either way, the portal is the last thing on her mind as she gazes around, bright green eyes completely blown wide at all the sights that surround the two girls.
There are parts of Central Park that were only for the most select few, she’d heard—there were rumors flitting about back home about as quick as she herself could fly. And yet, as she stares at the sheer beauty of this world, she’s suddenly certain that whatever it is can’t hold even a single candle to the majesty of this place. Pixi has almost completely forgotten the potential downside of this world; her senses feel…weird, like sharpened and covered with fuzz at the same time. While her human glamour doesn’t completely strip, her wings slowly appear to peel away from her shoulders and arms, where they’d been disguised as tattoos. She laughs, at first breathily, then full on, almost completely drunk on the sensation of so much proper fae magic.
She’s not so far gone that she’s forgotten how she was able to get here, however, and turns around to positively beam at Morticia—flowers similar to those around them have started to bloom at her feet. “ოօгէﻨ! օհ, էհձռĸ ყօս, էհձռĸ ყօս, էհձռĸ ყօս! ” Since Morti spoke English, it’s not her language glamour that’s failing; it’s her sheer excitement. “This is so wonderful!” Quickly, she presses a kiss to Morticia’s cheek, then grabs her hand once more and begins to drag her forwards, her wings fluttering. “C’mon, we have to go see even more!”
there was so much beauty around them, but morti found herself only able to stare gape-mouthed at the fairy in front of her. her beautiful wings unfurling from her back, the way she looks like the reality of this universe is bending around her, illuminating her, able to carry any whim she might have as soon as she can even realize she has it ... she looks powerful, and that makes morticia weak in the knees and breathless.
because, with her power, there’s also daintiness. full bodied happiness and excitement and GLEE that highlights just how otherworldly she was. pixi wasn’t ... human. she was magic incarnate and the second morti met her she was fucked. it doesn’t help that the girl says something in another language that makes morti’s brain go fuzzy, or when she presses soft kiss to her cheek causing her face to flush, palms to sweat, and skin to hum in happiness. they were in unfamiliar territory, they had to be careful ...
oh, but how easy it was to throw caution to the wind when you have a beautiful girl smiling at you like the sun and joyfully tugging you behind her.
morticia giggles a bit, drunk off of pixi’s second-hand happiness, tripping along behind the fae obediently. her tongue felt heavy, like it was hard to talk, but the last rational part of her brain managed to get the words out. “ th-there’s a la-lagoon over he-here. we just, um, can’t go in th-the ... forest. “ there was a good reason for that, she was sure of it.
if only she could remember.
