Talk:Titania/@comment-72.129.154.205-20160101134346/@comment-27833242-20160220105646

Instead of taking the rose, my eyes lower down to my feet.

"...I cannot. What good is a man whose heart lays shattered like thousands of glass fragments? What good is a man with no desire, no good looks... nothing." With that said, I lift myself from the ground and walk away, not seeing the pout/frown on her face.

That night, I sit in a pub, drinking away my sorrows with tears in my eyes. The other men around are happy, talking of their loves, of their wives and children. Paying for my drinks, I walk outside and right into the girl who destroyed me. She gives me a cold glance and pushes me aside. On relfex, I grab her arm and beg to know what I could do to make her love me.

"Idiot! No woman could ever love you! You're a disgusting, hairy freak with no good qualities! You couldn't even be a good brother! You should just-"

WHAP!

A hand slaps the girl hard, sending her from my grasp. The Titania from the morning had slapped the girl with enough force to pull her head back.

"Appearances of such ugliness are quite... undignified. My dear, please come with me. I feel as though you deserve a hug... just like a big sister should give."

With that, she smiles and slides her arms around me, as I sniff and lean in, basking in the warm embrace. The other men, looking over, give whistles and whoops, congradulating me on such a catch and wanting to see more of a cat fight. As the two of us walk off, she slips her hand in mine and we smile, fairies behind us giggling over the chance to play with "big brother".


 * (Years later)***

"Yaaaay! Do it again, papa! Make me fly like auntie!"" My daughter giggles as I pick her up and whirl her around, her arms out wide. Around us, the fairies are laughing and playing with my children. My wife, Tioa, is nursing our third daughter, obviously wishing to join us for the games.