Tim woke up one day, glancing at the calendar he assumed he had been with Dallas for about a week. It had been the same for the last week, but today just felt different. He could hear eager bustling outside which made him curious. He rubbed his eyes and stretched until his spine gave a pleasing crack. Tim sighed and put on fresh clothes Dallas had left for him the previous night before stepping out of his cell. He wondered if Dally would ever actually give him a room or if he was forever confined to a cell. He shook the thoughts away as a couple of green fairies passed by him holding small lights while others had banners. They were strung throughout the trees and even the smallest houses seemed decorated the occasion, whatever it was,

"What's going on?" He asked curiously, seeing Dallas telling the fairies where to put things.

"Starfall," Dallas replied. "You humans call it Christmas I believe."

"Oh. Starfall?" Tim raised a brow.

Dallas excused himself and turned to Tim. "Well, this day every year, a large meteor shower occurs for almost a full night. We use it to bring luck to the cold season which starts soon. Basically, it is a giant party."

"Do the others celebrate it too?" Tim asked.

"Yes, but you can only actually see it and experience it here," Dallas said. "You best dress up tonight, human."

"I have a name," Tim grumbled.

"I know." Dallas grinned.

Tim rolled his eyes. Stupid fairy.

Meanwhile, in a place much darker than the bright, fantastical land where the fairies resided, a king sat on his throne. His room was dark, the only light came from the moon. The room was decorated with eons worth of war memorabilia. There was a faded purple rug that ran from the hallway into the throne room. The king laid back, thinking about his plans and how they were uterly ruined now, he had missed his chance and now would have to wait. He grumbled his thoughts to himself as he rested his jaw on his hand.

"Ugh, ever since my son took the throne, Illusia has been more connected than ever!" He grumbled.

"King Surtyr...your majesty?" A small dark elf said.

"What is it, General?" Surtyr sat up, looking at the elf with a blank yet darkened expression.

"There have been reports of humans in Illusia." She said meekly.

"What do you mean there are humans in Illusia?" He asked, his voice echoing through the room, making the small elf flinch.

"Exactly that, your majesty..."The General said, looking down. "He's been spotted with your son..."

King Surtyr cursed before getting an idea. "Deni, ready some soldiers..." Surtyr gave a malicious grin.

Deni nodded and raced off.

That night, around sunset, Tim was ushered into a room by an excited Nectar and some of her friends.

"What is it, girls?" He asked, looking at them.

"We're gonna help you get dressed of course!" Nectar beamed, barely able to contain her excitement. She flew around the room and came back dragging an outfit against the floor, it was far too big for her little body.

Tim chuckled at the little fairies. "Okay. Get out. A man needs his privacy you know."

The fairies giggled before scurrying out of the room.

Tim undressed and cleaned up a bit, making sure he was well shaved, not that he was sure why he cared so much.

He laid out the outfit the fairies had chosen on the bed. He put on the white button-up shirt first that had more buttons than Tim had ever seen in his life. He then put on the black trousers that were made of a material Tim couldn't identify, but it didn't matter since it was comfortable. He put on knee-high black leather boots followed by a navy blue petticoat that had a large sprinkling of Glitter and the edges had silver and black embroidery. He looked in the mirror and smiled, before frowning at his hair. It was far too long and messy for such an outfit. He searched the room before finding a thin strand of leather to tie it with. He tied it into a small ponytail. He grinned in pride and stepped out.

The fairies raced over and grinned. "You look amazing!" Nectar cooed, the others nodding in agreement.

"Thanks," Tim replied. "Where's papa?"

"Outside." Nectar replied, scurrying out, her friends racing after her.

Tim followed and looked around before spotting Dallas. He stopped and just...stared.

Dallas was dressed in a navy blue shirt that had glitter on it, with navy blue pants and silver boots that went slightly over his knees. Behind him, he had a large sheer cape that had stars embroidered on it and seemed to sparkle even when there didn't appear to be light touching it. Atop his head, instead of his normal crown, he wore a headpiece that also had stars across it and seemed to be made of silver. He had his usual choker on, only it was silver as well and the jewel was a deeper blue. His hair was messy but had bits of glitter throughout, and he appeared to have glitter on his face too. In his ears, he had beautiful piercings in them which also were made from silver.

Dallas caught him staring and quirked a brow. "Yes?"

"Nothing." Tim shook his head and approached Dallas. "I've just never seen you so dressed up is all."

"Well, don't get too used to it." Dallas grinned before seeing Johnny walk closer.

Johnny was dressed in a light yellow top with dark pants and boots, his hair was messy like usual, and he too had glitter on his face.

"I don't believe you two were properly introduced. This is Johnny, I've known him since I was 900." Dallas said.

Johnny gave an awkward smile and Tim gave a polite nod.

"Well, help yourself. We still have a couple of hours before the Starfall begins." Dallas said, gesturing to the food table.

Tim walked over and saw various wines and foods he wasn't sure what they were, but defiantly could only come from Illusia. He put a few things on his plate and held conversation for the next few hours before the sky turned the darkest Tim had ever seen.

The sky was pitch black now, and the only light came from the floating candles and the lights the smaller fairies gave off. He saw one shooting star, then another, and another, until soon, the whole sky was filled with them. He looked to his left to see Dallas looking even more regal and impressive than normal. His wings, instead of being brown, were a bright purple color and the white dotes across his face seemed to glow, in fact, Dallas seemed to glow in general.

Johnny's wings looked normal for once. They were an equal size and glowed slightly.

"He's a wish fairy," Dallas explained. "This is the one night of the year he can grant his own wishes until sunrise. His is to fly obviously."

Tim nodded, feeling bad for the smaller fairy. He couldn't imagine. He blinked the thought away and turned to Dallas, holding out his hand.

Dallas looked confused but took his hand. Tim found Dallas's hands to be pleasantly warm and soft.

Tim gave a smile and lead Dallas to the top of a hill. He turned and grabbed Dallas's other hand, putting it around his neck.

"What are you...?" Dallas asked.

"Dancing," Tim said. "Humans do it at parties like this."

"I don't know how to dance..." Dallas mumbled.

"I'll teach you, it isn't hard," Tim said, wrapping his other arm around Dallas's waist. "Just follow my lead. Left, right, back, forward, spin." Tim said, moving in time with his words.

He could almost hear music playing in his head. He could imagine it now, a piano playing music that echoed through the room, or in the case, the ravine. He spun naturally before closing his eyes, letting the warm feeling wash him away into peacefulness. He felt calm here, like this. He enjoyed the feeling of the fairy in his arms more than he cared to admit. It was warm, comfortable, and it felt safe. He could stay here forever like this, just here...

He was reminded of his youth when his mother had taught him to dance.

He smiled as Dallas picked up on it quickly. "You're a natural." He whispered against Dallas's ear, smirking as he felt the fairy shutter at his voice.

"I always am," Dallas smirked, but not in the usual mischievous way. He found himself leaning into Tim, who was quite comfortable.

Tim smiled softly at the feeling and rested his chin on Dallas's head for a moment before he spun.

They danced the rest of the night away when Dallas turned to him. He took his hand and lead Tim into the palace, but instead of a cell, he brought him to a bedroom.

"Here," Dallas said. "Sleep well, Tim." He turned and walked out of the room, his wings returning to their natural brown color and the glowing fading.

Tim smiled a bit and closed the door quietly, undressing down to his boxers and climbing into bed.

"Tonight was fun...and Dallas wasn't as annoying as usual." Tim thought, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of Dallas. He brushed it off in favor of sleep, however.