This Fandom needs more love. Oodles and Oodles of it. It's waayy to underrated for my taste, so here's my contribution. A series of drabbles, inspired by fanart, rather than a coherent plot Enjoy. This one's a two parter and the second one a happens before the first one…. This Drabble focus' on Ingway and Velvet, and later on the Pookas!
Late In The Afternoon, The Day After The Valentinian's Birthday, In Elrit Forest
"Admit it. Come on, say it. Make my day, Ingway."
"Never, dear sister."
"Aw, come on! Will you not tell your beloved sister the story of her dear brother's blossom into love?" Velvet teased playfully.
"Will you not tell your beloved brother the story of his dear sister's descent into madness?" He snapped back, …..with less snap than usual. Velvet knew when to call it quits when it came to teasing her brother, however this none the less further fueled Velvet's curiosity to know the truth behind Ingway's tender gaze towards his birthday present.
Ingway held no such curiosity towards Velvet's present. He knew exactly what, or who, rather, and what it meant her. And that annoyed him. A lot. But he was too busy being pleased about his present to bring forth his usually snarky attitude, that otherwise came so naturally.
In each of the arms of the last of the Valentines was a small plushie of the object of their perspective affections.
In Ingway hands laid a small doll version of the Queen of Fairies, Mercedes.
In Velvet's laid the cursed Pooka form of Prince Cornelius of Titania.
The two spent the rest of the afternoon sitting quietly in the forest they called home, holding something that brought a smile to their faces, even though they knew that they might never get the chance to have the real life counterpart.
Because someone cared enough to notice. Because someone cared enough to do something special for them. Because sometimes all you need is something to hold.