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After the Other's arrival and subsequent defeat.

A weary Watcher collapsed back in his seat. Flashbacks to the past, facing Ethan, his once friend turned enemy.
His regret. No more.
He did as he had to, what must be done for the good of all.
But now it was over. It was finished.
This called for some celebrating.
And perhaps some reflection.

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Celebrating and reflection doesn't often include a light impact to the head until far later, but it seems that tonight, well, perhaps Giles is out of luck. You have to forgive the wings tangling in the Watcher's hair, after all, he'd just been created...

So, there's a small creature caught in Giles's hair, occassionally slapping a lilac and silver butterfly wing across his temple as he struggles with the damn strands...

Giles blinked in surprise, and gently went to touch the creature, resisting the urge to slap it like a bug. Only because the dim reflection at the corner of his glasses warned him. He reached a hand up, palm facing up and cupped to give the being a way down.

Panic canbe fought, yes, and he was fighting it, but his first reaction to such a large moving object was to simply freeze and stare blindly at the fingers larger than his head...

When no attack was forthcoming though he slowly and carefully slipped his bare feet onto the man's palm, skin feeling like flower petals and purple dust from his wings shifting gently onto the Watcher's skin.

Giles carefully and slowly brought the hand around, staring in fascination the whole time. A pixie. Interesting. He then lowered his hand to the table to allow the dimunitive being to step onto a more stable surface.

He quietly said keeping his voice soft for small ears, "Hello."

A pixie indeed. It seemedthe lilac of his wings bled into the skin of his shoulder and faded into stripes across his chest Once upon firm ground he shivered and took a few deep breathes, looking up at Giles as fearlessly as he could under the circumstances...the bold look was probably ruined by the white hair falling across his eyes. "Giant?"

"To you, I suppose I would be. Some call me Giles. If I may, how are you called?" Giles remembered that when it came to the fairy folk, good manners were as good as gold.

He looks puzzled for a moment, rolling the name in his mind. Giles? How odd sounding. He folded his fists under his chin and sat down abruptly, wings fanning gently behind him as he contemplated "Giles, I have no name."

Giles frowned curiously, peering intently, and observing the being's movements, "You do not, or you cannot remember?"

"I have not been alive long" he said after a time spent in thought. "I flew from the creator and into...you" he shrugged, causing an odd ripple through the colored dust falling gently from his wings.

"I can speak, I can fly, mostly anyway...but I seem to be lost. Do you know where I should go?"

Giles listened quietly, mentally going over what he knew of fairies. It was woefully understated compared with he knew of beings of darkness.

"I do not. But right now, you are in Milliways, the bar and restaurant of the end of the universe."

"Milliways" he repeated slowly, looking around. "This probably where I shoudl stay then...I would be lost elsewhere"

He looked up, eyes a deep, drowning blue as he asked in perfect innocence "Are you lost to?"

Giles nodded, "Bar tends to choose who might need to come here for whatever their reasons."

He contemplated that thoughtfully, remembering the not!Ethan's mocking face.

A small smile appeared on his face, "Not anymore."

"I was born here" he stated simply, fingers tracing idle patterns upon the table top.

"My brothers and sisters aren't like me, they stayed by the creator...I'm sorry I hit you" he apologized belatedly.

Giles replied, "It is all right. A bit jarring with what had just transpired."
He seemed very tired.

He stands, wings carefully held out of the way of his legs as he steps across the table top, small, three fingered hands rising to rest upon Gile's larger hand. "It wans't my intention...you've had a shock this night....that turned out well in the end..."

He offered a smile, green and comforting strength pouring into the larger man's hand from the contact.

Giles noticed, feeling new strength flooding through him. The familiar touch of magic.

"My humblest thanks." He bowed his head a little toward the being.

"My pleasure" the little fae assured, seeming to gain confidence and strength with each breath.

"Go rest and relax, rejoice" he suggested gently. "And I thank you"

Giles nodded, and gathered up his materials around the being carefully.

"Good night then, safe journies, and pleasent dreams."

He then headed up to his room to sleep.

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