Sam glanced up, grinning to see Jacob returned. “Hey!” The coffee had done its magic, waking him up and giving him the energy to face the day.
Then Sam saw how many books Jacob had in his arms, and his eyebrows climbed up his forehead. “Did you bring the entire Library of Congress in from the car at once?”
Inspired by the amazing @brothersapart series created by @nightmares06. This story was my first foray into the world of Supernatural. It got me watching the show, and it is also the inspiration behind my url.
“No harm done, man,” Jacob assured him with an encouraging smile. “Dean’s beauty sleep only goes so far anyway.” His grin widened when the little guy looked up at him with wide eyes, looking almost surprised that Jacob would tease a human so boldly. He supposed, in retrospect, it was pretty brave of him, considering the size difference. But Dean could be trusted, and Jacob wanted to make sure this stranger knew it.
Dean made a face at Jacob’s back by instinct before he could stop himself.
“Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll…” (Skyrim, friends, we’re referencing Skyrim like big TES nerds)
Flowerkin is actually neither an insult nor another species, though in the recent excerpt Sam is using it to tease Bowman (Actual tease –
“Bowman is still a dainty flowerkin like always. He didn’t even get a bruise on his wings.”). It is simply a word wood sprites use to describe particularly dainty wood sprites (which is saying something because they’re all kind of willowy and thin thanks to their metabolisms). In my sprite lore, flowerkin wood sprites are responsible for the popular artistic depiction of fairies wearing flower petals and such.
For example, here is a wood sprite character that I have developed who would be considered very flowerkin:
This little lady has yet to show up in any of my stories, but she will (someday… when I get around to it).
“I’m not a flowerkin! Flowerkin are thin, dainty wood sprites,” Bowman protested. He saw Jacob glance over at Sam, and then fleetingly at himself. Both humans had far bulkier frames than Bowman did, even proportionally. It just wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t helping Bowman’s argument.
He pointed up at Jacob’s smirking face. “Don’t think I won’t bop you,” he warned.
Sam had to work to hide his own smirk. “Don’t worry,” he cooed to the sprite, “we won’t judge your girlish figure.”