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His pale flesh never liked the twenty-four hours of sunlight that the Northern Pole got six months of the year. The Fairy hybrid grumbled as he pulled the hood on his parka lower on his forehead. His pale blue eyes shifted to the crowd of Elves milling around, making their way to the mess hall, some ran into him without as much as an apology, the trail of coal dust left in their wake wasn't worth the fight. The others that did mumble an apology left an assortment of flour and sugar, sprinkles and baking powder as they rushed away.
He sighed, it was no secret to the elves about his lineage, nor his wife's, who worked with the Elves in Toy Production. It was also no secret to the Elves as to why the two hybrids were living at the North Pole rather than Fairy World or with a god child: the pair had been banned since the 1940's. It was an odd thing, once a Fairy or the rare Fairy-hybrids retired or were banned from being active godparents, they didn't suffer the effects of Magical Backup as long as they were somewhere they safely could do magic. The North Pole was as good as any place.
A gloved hand slipped into his, pulling him from his thoughts. As he glanced over, the green eyes flecked with different colors glittered in the light, an amused smirk had pulled at his wife's lips. She adjusted her work jacket, pulling the hat off her tri-colored hair. He always admired that she was able to tolerate the cold better than he.
"Something for your thoughts?" The burr in her voice always made his heart warm.
"Just thinking," He murmured back.
"You hear what the humans did?" an Elf whispered the following day in the mess hall.
"Do you think the Fairies and Pixies have heard about it?" another hissed back.
Pryce shifted next to Calypso as she sighed,"We weren't anywhere near that ship remember?"
"But we knew a couple of Fairies who were assigned to kids on that ship and they didn't get banned," Pryce grumbled.
"You know the real reason we got banned. They didn't want children questioning things," Calypso or Caly murmured back.
Translucent, delicate wings fluttered softly against his chest as he adjusted the covers for the second time that night. Production had halted as the Elves had let the whispers and rumors run rampant after the discovery of the ship that went down more seventy years prior. A shutdown that could be afforded for at least a few days as things settled down. Pryce's hands drifted down his wife's form,gently avoiding the contact points of those soft and delicate wings. He sighed to himself, a lot of hybrids did have the ability to float like the Fairy, Anti-fairy or Pixie part of their heritage, but Caly could not, and not for lack of trying. She was stable on visits to Fairy World, but not on Earth.
Pryce traced the natural designs in his wife's wings, causing them to flutter a little more in his gentle hold. The wings couldn't handle the vibrations needed to keep afloat, while his: batlike and ragged, could. The absolute trust she had in him when he took her by the hands to slowdance amongst the stars was something spectaular. The fact that she loved him, in spite of both of them being hybrids, and possibly sterile. She loved him just the way he was in the face of everyone telling her that he was dangerous especially on Friday the 13th, when his chaotic magic was at its height. She was devoted to him, fully and willingly. He was still in awe of the fact she rejected the offer to be eligible to be a god parent again only if she divorced him: she refused. Sure she could be loud and abrasive compared to his quiet and gentle nature. They balanced each other well. He loved her and she loved him. That was the only thing that really mattered to either of them.