Fire and Flame

[Ponciana Brewster]

Ponciana was very good at ignoring letters, was very good at running away from anything that wasn't within her comfort zone. The dark haired fire dancer was also good at keeping her mouth shut when the annoying fairy of the circus asked her who the boy that had visited her tent nearly a month ago was. She asked if it was love at first site. Pon told her that if she said the word love again, she'd light her on fire. Pon's ever resting witch face did not alter from the blonde whom eventually left her alone. Love? She barely knew Hakon past the fact he was looking for his family. She had a soft spot for people like that, she couldn't help it. The brunette had to admit though, he was persistant, sending her a letter to see him. And around Valentine's day. Ponciana hadn't even realized it was close to that, until Mariposa started dancing around sprinkling hearts everywhere and telling people that finding true love was more likely in February. Where did the pixie get her facts?

Ponciana waited until March for all of those reasons to even answer his letter, and tell him to meet her for drinks in the bar they met at. So there the brunette sat, same stool, same dark locks around her shoulder - same drink in front of her. This wasn't a date, though she felt the need to be more formal than before. Perhaps it was because she had nearly cut communication with him after he found his family. Why would she be useful past that after all? Sighing she waited patiently, unsure what they would even have to talk about.

 

[Hakon Butterfield]

Hakon‘s time in New Zealand had turned his life upside down. That was what it felt like. He had finally found the people he could call his family, or his real family, and he did not want to lose the contact again. Ever since he found out he was adopted Hakon had wondered what they were like, if they were like him at all in both appearance and personality or if they were opposite. At first, when he had arrived in the country, Hakon had been extremely hesitant on meeting them. A thousand thoughts running through his head. He knew now, however, that he didn't regret his trip. Maybe he could even move here someday, who knew. Once the man had found his family he had immediately given them his address, and had spent an entire week with them. His siblings (it was still weird for him to call them that) did not stare at him as if he were a stranger or an intruder in their home, instead they had had welcoming smiles and although they probably didn't understand any of it, Hakon had appreciated it, and them - how nice and kind they had been the first time they‘d met. Nothing how he had imagined a house full of people, of his younger siblings, to react. They weren't of course, waiting for him with open arms, but they hadn't refused him outright, either. Hakon had often wondered what it would have felt like to live in a house with a lot of people, to grow up surrounded by a big family who shared almost everything. Just having spent seven days with them had felt...nice. Like Hakon was at home, and as cliche as the situation sounded, as if he was home. Ironically enough, that was it - his home.

Hakon had seen the way some of his sisters and brothers shared things about their lives with each other and the man wanted to be a part of that, too. And if not with them, with someone else, a friend. It was the reason why he had decided to write to Pon, a woman he considered a friend, the person who had helped him find the Mackintosh‘s, but he wasn't sure she considered him a friend in return. Still, he had sent letters telling her about his family but he had received no response. Hakon knew Pon was a busy woman and he sincerely hoped he wasn't ignoring his letters, though he wouldn't blame her if she did. Hakon had never been the best at writing them, after all. The twenty-five year old entered the place where he was to meet Pon, after he finally received a response to meet her here, and when he found the table she was sitting at he nodded politely at her and sat down in front of her, ordering himself a drink. "So," he began. "Where do we start?" Hakon‘s eyes were on the woman before him, searching for any clue as to why she had cut communication so abruptly after he had found his family. But more than that, Hakon wanted to feel as though he could trust Pon - he wanted to be able to tell her about his life, or more importantly, about what it meant to him to have found his real family who actually seemed to care about him now that he had met them. ​

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