Above the Ocean's Floor
Summary: Season five spoilers: After being freed of the Sirenix curse, Daphne has a new lease on life though this collection of one-shots set after her return.
Disclaimer: Winx Club is owned by Rainbow and Viacom.
Authoress' Notes: After seeing the last episode of season five I had such a desire to write this. So far there are about twenty-five different one-shots that will be included in this collection (if not more) that will lead into a Daphne-centric series. Some installments will be shorter than others.
"Stella's Make-Over"
"And this is our room," Flora's voice called out as the door leading into the Winx's dorm room. One by one each of the six Winx girls entered their apartment, lagging behind them was an awestruck blonde clothed in an old golden-yellow ball-gown. Her ember colored eyes wide as she struggled to take in all the sights, sounds, feelings and odors that greeted her. Her heart rate increased as her adrenaline rushed through her veins. Self-consciously she ranked a hand through her hair- something she had not done in so long, the sensation was faintly familiar and distance at the same time. She keep telling herself that this wasn't a dream, but reality.
"Daphne, are you okay?" Musa asked as she gently placed a hand on the shaken blonde's shoulder. Daphne jumped slightly, yet another simple jester she was not accustom to.
"Yes, I am fine. It is just this is surreal to me, to be alive again after years of existing without a body." Daphne turned to look out the large window as a pair of birds passed by, "There is a lot to take in, a lot to get use to again."
"I image so, it must be a drastic change for you," Tecna nodded.
Daphne lowered her head, "Yes. I feel a bit overwhelmed; I suppose…everything seems so much different now, I have no idea what to do or see."
"Well," Stella's perky voice cut through Daphne's modestly honest thoughts, "First thing is first. You have to get out of that dress. Chic yes, but you have been wearing the same thing for too long, I don't know how you could stand it."
"Fashion-" Daphne began to respond to Stella's comment, but was cut off the hyper and childish Solaria princess yanked her by the arm and dragged her into what Daphne assumed was her private living quarters. Daphne's eyes widened as she entered the bedroom, it looks like it had been a battle zone as clothing, magazines, books and other objects where scattered across the floor. At last Stella loosened her grasp on Daphne's wrists and the newly restored fairy managed to escape with only minor pain shooting up. She made a face, yet another thing she wasn't use to experiencing.
"Do you always keep your nails that sharp?" Daphne questioned as she tenderly rubbed her wrist.
"Hummm," Stella bit her lower lip as looked inside another door, Daphne's guess was that it lead to her closet, clearly not listening to her.
Musa leaned up against the door frame, "Stella give her break already. Not even returned to her body for an hour and you are already making her wish she was back in the water."
Stela turned to face Musa, "Ha-ha, very funny. Now is Daphne a summer or winter?"
Aisha shock her head as she joined Musa at the door, by chance she caught a look at the bewildered Daphne. "We probably should apologize in advance for her, Stella has more than a tendency to get out of hand. Especially when fashion is involved."
Musa nodded, "Yeah. She can be relentless."
Daphne gave a small half-simile as she watched tops and skirts fly from inside the closet and nearly hit Musa in the face. Either this was a coincidence or Stella had that good of an arm.
"No more commentary from the peanut gallery," Stella declared as she walked out from her closet, in her arms she carried what looks like a skirt, top, sweater and heels. Slowly Stella pulled her right hand from out from under the pile. With a smile she flickered her hand and a ray of light appeared around Daphne. Daphne's eyes widened as she seen the light form around her, her ball-gown began to face away and it its place a new outfit formed.
"Wow," Daphne said softly once the light had faded, Stella grinned as she pointed at the mirror and made a hand gesture encouraging Daphne to take a look at herself in the mirror. Slowly, but surely Daphne advanced towards the mirror, once she seen her reflection she drew back for a moment upon laying eyes on a side of herself she hadn't seen in ages. Her skin no longer glowed in hues of gold, but was pale like her sister. Stella's magic had replaced the dress she had been sporting with a knee-length green-ish blue skirt, a baby-blue tank-top and a pair of wedges.
"What do you think?" Stella inquired.
Daphne smiled at her reflection, as strange as it all was it was good to be back.