Her laugh
It was a likeness, almost a Symbol,
of the thorn fairy herself.
Whenever you thought of Faybelle, you thought of her evil laugh.
If people were asked about the fae, they immediately replied that she was Dark, a die-heart cheerleader, and she liked to scream “BOO YAH!” wherever she went.
But they would also mention her laugh.
Dark, haunting, taunting, mercilessly. It was commonly used after she had pulled a prank, or caused some chaos somewhere.
And it was never used for fun.
Briar on the other hand thought so much more of the cheerhexer,
She thought of her smile right after she accomplished a new cheer move,
She thought of her platinum hair, and the vibrant teal streaks through them,
She thought of her constant playful banter they shared,
(She thought of her lips and how soft they were)
And she even thought of her adorable trait of cuddling close.
But not unlike the rest, Briar thought of her laugh.
But wait a spell, Cause this prickly thorn was not what it seemed.
The beauty did not think of the dark chilling cackle that was commonly displayed,
but of her true 100% honest giggle.
The type that Faybelle emitted when no one was around but herself. Only trusting Briar to keep it a secret.
It was high pitched, and it she would snort a few times,
But Briar never heard a more beautiful sound.
She loved Faybelles true laugh more then anything, finding it both humorous and hextremely adorable. And was constantly finding ways to hear it once again.
Whether it be a surprise tickled attack (Faybelle was also hextremely ticklish),
Or cracking a joke that was just so corny you had to giggle!
No matter what, a smile appeared on her face every time that precious sound was heard.
“Hey Fae.” Briar chirped, running a hand up the side of Faybelles torso from behind.
“B...” the fairy blushed, “What did I say about PDA.”
“Oh whatever after Fay.” She smirked, giving a teasing glance around the room, “Theirs like exactly 2 other people here. No ones gonna be at the grimmnasium during a raging party at the Charmitorium!”
“Uh huh,” the would-be curser turned around, “Is that right.”
Briar moved closer, slowly wrapping an arm around the paler ones waist.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered, “Real page turner too.”
Faybelle wasn’t buying it, “Well then YOU should be at YOUR party that YOU planned!”
“But why would I do that,” she teased, their lips centimeters away, “When I can be here with you.”
The fairy snarled, “Because I’m busy practicing for the cheerhexer competition, and you have a party to lead.”
Briar pretended to pout, sticking out her lower lip.
After a moment of annoying ignorance, Faybelle rolled her eyes, and acknowledged the pout with a wave of her hand.
“Ugh, Fine, I’ll come crash it!,” she grumbled, “ I mean, you know how it is. Someone throws a party. Doesn’t invite me. I come crash it. I proclaim my total and utter evilness. You know how it goes.”
The later grinned, with a raised eyebrow, changing her tactics once again.
“Do I? Last time I checked that cheer practice wasn’t too rigorous.” She motioned to the two other girls in the room, who weren’t even cheering. Just standing and typing on their mirror phones.
The Dark fairy scowled at the sight, the areas around her face growing darker as random assorted objects started to levitate.
Uh oh, Angry girlfriend levels rising!
“I am so putting a curse on them!” Faybelles voice became dark and distorted, her wings fluttering faster, shadows around her face xbecoming so dark you could only see her eyes.
Briar quickly stepped in front of the fairy, cutting of the sight-lines.
“Heyyy, you don’t have to curse them! I mean, if anyone, I’m the only one you really should be cursing.” She ad libbed, desperately trying to de-escalate her fiery temper.
The electric blue glow around her hands dimmed, as the Dark thorn blinked unevenly. Almost as if her powers were a connection, and Briar was blocking it directly.
Sparks flied from the laters clenched fists, “N-no, curse?”
The fashionista stepped forward, taking the laters hands in hers.
“No curse.” She voiced warmly.
The glow diminished completely as Faybelle recovered from the power surge.
Her eyes continued to blink unevenly, something Briar recognized she did when coming down from a bout of anger.
The cheerhexer snapped back to normal, immediately turning back to her previous work, “Well, it still won’t stop me from practicing, and you should really get back to you party. I mean, I’d only crash it if you were their.”
Briar cooed, “Aww really? All cause of me!”
A faint blush colored the spell casters cheeks.
“sh-shut up.” She stuttered, getting flustered “your gonna ruin my rep.”
“Oh and what rep is that?” The princess question, closing the gap once again with an embrace from behind.
“It’s the one as the-... the -Heh, h-hey Briar, w-what r you doing?”
Briar continued to lazily draw circles on the low sides of Faybelles torso, which just also happened to be one of her ticklish spots.
“Whatever after do you mean?” She blinked innocently.
The fairy whined, her fist clenching, “You know what your doing! Stop it!”
A wicked smile spread across Beauty’s face, “Make me.”
And before Faybelle could protest, she had pounced.
Entrapping her with one arm while the other went to work, she reached out and ticked as many places as she could find.
The laughter that soon peeled was music to her ears, only edging her on more and more.
“B-Briar!” Faybelle gasped, “ha-S-stop-ha-heh-*snort* ha- it!”
“Their it is! Theirs the laugh!” She cheered. Finally letting go of the squirming fairy.
The later gasped for air, cutting off her laughter with a choke.
“Y-you,” she held her pointer finger out menacingly, “You did all of this just to hear my laugh?!”
Briar smiled smugly, feeling extremely proud, “Yup!”
“But why?!” The dark thorn yelled, “Its so stupid sounding! My evil laugh is much better.”
The princess pondered this, “Well, I guess it’s not, to me. Truthfully, i find it one of the cutest things about you.”
Faybelle blushed even harder, arms crossed, trying to shrink into herself.
“Aw, c’mere.” The brunette invited, reaching her hand out.
The Fae took another step back, her arms crossed protectively across her stomach.
Faybelle staring at the hand with a level of distrust and unease.
“Don’t worry,” she smiled, “I won’t tickle you.”
The fairy flared daggers at her, “You be glad their was only 2 other very distracted people in here. Or else I would have so-“
“Put a curse on me? Yeah, I got the memo.” Briar snarked. But she couldn’t hold back the grin that took over her face, as Faybelle walked close enough for her to pull the later into a tight comforting hug.
The blonde sighed, as she relaxed in her girlfriends homely grip.
“Love you B.”
Briar smiled, “Love you to fae.”