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As rest evades the undead girl, emily wanders the forests of Neverland, her bag slung over her shoulders as eyes flutter across the landscape; she watches the universe in all its glory, taking in the magic that creates the world she lives in right now. Neverland is so different to England, despite the violence there seems to be sprinklings of hope and wonder, a far cry from the bleakness of city life that she engaged in. The forest was a living being, the ebb and flow of life visible in everything that lived in the deep woods, it made the girl hopeful of the world she was now in. Night was not usually the realm she wandered in, but the silence of it all allowed thoughts to roam. There was a lot of her past life she missed, but the freedom was so alluring she didnt mind being dead. Emily was so deep in thought that she barely noticed another figure in the darkness until a crack of an old branch ripped her out of her thoughts and into reality again. "W-whos there? I mean no harm, truly I take moral issue with hurting bugs... c-come out, we can speak and you can see for yourself my pacifism."

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truly, i wonder how the world is without me; my friends, my society... i wonder how long it took for them all to move on as if i had simply moved towns rather than died at his hand. though perhaps they don’t know i am dead, they really think lord barkis and i have gone to another town, off to live life with each other’s love. it’s tragic now that he is the only one living of our couple. it is a shame it had to end that way, but in the most vain thought it is a shame that my wedding dress has come to such a sorry state. this was once pure white, silk and lace detailing, but now it’s torn and stained; a horrid mockery of that pure connection of two souls. 

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📔 + first time witnessing the pirates vs lost boys

the brutality is unparalleled to anything that i had previously seen, they act without remorse or hindsight, as if fighting can only be to the death. i fear the need to choose a side, as the other will take it as a personal attack and will most definitely threaten my life. those that have been on the island for a time seem unperturbed from it all, though this malaise can be detrimental to the society of it all. i wonder if this could ever be sorted out, some semblance of rational society brought to this island, but i doubt it... they seem to believe that this will only end with one of the leaders’ death. 

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kinglostboy‌:

He hadn’t met many of the new people to invade his island, but Shadow often times did go out scouting and reported back to him. However, seeing as the entity had no need to tell him of the girl, Peter wasn’t too fond of being followed. So as he turned to face her, eyes surveying her slowly before settling upon her face with a single arched brow, he folded his arms across his chest. “Well if ya weren’t sneakin’, you were followin’ me,” he retorted, head tipping back slightly.

Taking a slow step towards her, Peter narrowed his eyes before relaxing his stance, a grin curling his lips. “Oh you’d be surprised how much skin can get ya,” he mused, looking her over once more. “Even if it’s not the best…reason why there’s a cannibal cove, girl.”

the way he speaks, emily knows that she should be worried; he is not someone that appreciates being interrupted, and some people on this island react without haste. her hands are in the air, rolled up sleeves showing off her blue tinted skin and wounds that litter her skin. nothing of her was safe from barkis, and as she stood in front of this violent soul, that was all too visible. her dress is torn and stained with a dark red, the left side of her rib cage almost visible if it wasn’t for the blood that had congealed into almost a second skin. “i wasn’t following per say, i was simply strolling and got hypnotized by your music. i truly do apologize for intruding on you.” she mumbled.

“ah... so that’s not just a simple outdated phrase... sometimes misnomers become popular names, it could have easily been that.” she tries to explain herself, taking a step backward as he came closer. there were many people that would kill emily without blinking an eye, and this boy was one of them. “please, a simple misstep is all. i truly didn’t intend any interruption of your respite.

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the sound of the giggling brings out the same in silvermist, and she puts a hand over her mouth as she does so, but it falls momentarily afterwards. “aw! you’re so sweet and kind. I don’t deserve such compliments; I’m just being myself.” teasingly, she fans the words away with her hand, but continues to laugh which hopefully tells emily that she’s just joking around and, if anything, grateful for saying such things. truthfully, the fairy didn’t hear them very often. it was nice to be reminded every once in a while that she was cared about by others. the amusement from the brunet trails off with a sigh as she hears the next question and it makes her slowly shrug her shoulders a few moments after the sound leaves her lips. “hmmm…” she pauses, scrunching her mouth to the side and eyes looking up at the sky, in thought. “I guess it was hard at first. but, eventually… if I’m being honest? I just kind of got used to it.. in a way. after so long of hearing the back-and-forth of peter against hook and hook against peter? it sort of started to get old for me.” silvermist looks again at emily. “have you heard anything of the sort just yet while being in neverland? I’m sure you will eventually – probably sooner rather than later, too,” she chuckles, allowing herself to let out an eye-roll, mostly because of the fact that was starting to get comfortable with the company (for better or for worse).

hearing her soft giggle is like angels bells or a soft harmony, something so magical, so otherworldly, that it quickly reminds her that this is not of her world. it almost makes her sad, the reminder of what happened, but she ensures that it does not reflect on her features for longer than a moment. “in harsh times something as pure as a smile is worth it’s weight in gold, and more so.” emily smiled softly, looking over at the other with warmth in her eyes. the way that silvermist looks at emily with the honesty that draws emily in. it’s almost painful, accepting that bloodshed that on this island seems inevitable. “i do understand what you mean, you become accustomed to it all. though to be frank, i hope that i don’t get comfortable in that state, it’s a loss of humanity i am not sure i want to imagine.” she mumbled, alwyas wishing that she was back in her manor again, even in some loveless marriage. “i’ve heard warnings of both parties, but i am not sure i’ve met anyone that wishes me direct harm. i hope to god above that it stays that way.” she grins, finding it somehow funny, it’s not like she could die any more than she already was. 

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the smile from emily brings one out on silvermist’s face. as much as emily has a personality that the fairy is attracted to and wants to continue pursuing this developing relationship (could you call it a friendship? she wasn’t sure, but the brunette wouldn’t be opposed to it), she can’t help but continue to wonder what exactly happened for the other woman to get this hurt. of course, she’d gotten a general response back when the two were still in the beginnings of their meeting, but emily hadn’t told her lots. which, was fine, but there was still that curiosity there deep inside. not enough to push further (at least not at this point in time) though. silvermist had (mostly) accepted that answer at the time and had moved on; her focus was now on healing the girl – so she could get better. and emily’s words only bring her attention to other topics as well, which, probably, helped. “oh! goodness, that is so sweet. I wasn’t expecting at all.” she turns fully around on her bottom to face emily and pats the ground next to her. “sit! let’s chat. what would you like to know?” she smiles.

seeing happiness and amusement in others makes emily over-the-moon with happiness. she’s always the one to make sure others are happy, and at least for a little while silvermist is just as happy as she feels right now. it was painful, all of her injuries, but more mental than physical; a constant reminder of how she died, the ex that drove her to the next world. “that’s a shame, you’re so nice and wondrous, of course i would want to talk about you and learn interesting details. i should hope that we were to become friends, i don’t want to be relying on you with no proper thanks. and since i don’t have money or anything of any real value yet, conversation and friendship will have to do.” she giggled, shaking her head at the thought. “hmm... tell me about growing up here, that surely is not easy, so much chaos and violence.”

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emily was not focusing, she was often in this position, off thinking about something else instead of the world in front of her. in her old life it was a charming quirk, but here in neverland it was inevitably going to get her into quite a lot of trouble. here she was, thinking about a small blue butterfly she saw that morning, the way it danced around the flowers, when her body collided with something and she was falling, straight into a young man. 

“oh no, i’m ever so sorry, this was most definitely my issue. i manage to get distracted so quickly,” she mumbled, looking into his eyes as blue hair fell over her eyes and she quickly pushed herself off, sitting on the ground as a weak blush decorated her features. “please forgive me, i must really pay more attention to my surroundings, it’s terribly unsafe.”

Curly and Tinkerbell both had showed him around, sharing their favorite spots with him. So he decided that he would go out and explore, maybe find his own favorite spots. A while back Tink told him not to think of home, that it was best to forget about it and remind himself that Neverland was his home now. However he found himself thinking about the women that worked at the brothel, how they were and if anyone noticed he had been gone for so long.

Being so wrapped up in his thoughts, the lost boy hadn’t seen the other coming until it was too late. With a small grunt and grappling hands, Tootles grabbed hold of the others arms before crashing down into the ground. “Oof…I’m sorry,” he chuckled looking up at them. “I shoulda been payin’ closer attention.”

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it hasn’t taken emily long, but she can see how important survival is. people are always wanting to fight, to make their mark and be the best. she’s heard about the boy king, she’s been told to avoid crossing him, and avoid crossing the pirates. everyone is so violent, it makes her so tired. it feel a littler later, she doesn’t have a clock anymore, but she is getting tired. emily hears music, and she can’t help herself as she heads in the direction, head empty as she steps slowly across the forest floor. with a small smile on her lips, she hums the music, before a gasp replaces it and the surroundings are silent. 

“i w-wasn’t sneaking, i was just walking- i- i heard music...” she mumbled, shaking her head slowly as she raised her hands. “i’m not sure what you’ll gain with my skin, it’s not very good.” 

Things were different when he or Tinkerbell brought new people, lost boys most the time, to Neverland. But over the last hundred years or so, portals have been appearing and he didn’t like that, not one bit. It took away a small fraction of control he had over the island and who came and went. However he had earned a few lost boys over the years. Some still remained while others floated along in the ocean waiting for the fish to gobble them all up.

Having left camp to go for a walk, spy on the fairies and maybe play a trick or two on the mermaids, Peter played a little tune on his flute. Though he focused on the music, he had Shadow to watch his back. So as he walked along the path, he played along, his eyes closed as he did so. Shadow altered him of someone following them so he opened one eye and looked to the trees.

“It would be wise not ta sneak up on someone…least of all me,” the boy said as he came to a stop, flute still in his hands. “‘Specially since I got eyes in the back of my head. So…come out now an’ maybe I won’t skin ya.”

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turning around to see emily, silvermist was surprised. she even jumps a tiny amount when she feels the other’s arm around her, but when she recognizes the (now relatively) familiar face, there’s a smile that’s brought out onto her face. “emily, hi.” a droplet of water from an unknown source splats on the surface of the larger body of water, which brings silvermist’s attention in that direction, but it’s quickly not as interesting as the blossoming friendship. “how are you feeling? better still, yeah?” they’d – well, silvermist had been, but she didn’t like to take all the credit – been healing the girl for a semi-short amount of time now, but each little bit was seeming to help in the long-run. “did you come to heal again? we haven’t yet today, I know, so I’d be more than happy to go through our typical process again now. if you want to, that is.”

the familiarity of the fairy’s presence is a welcome feeling for emily. she’s so caring and sweet, and in the violent land that is neverland, it’s definitely a sight for sore eyes. waving at silvermist, emily smiles politely and nods. “yes, thanks to you it’s looking alright.” emily smiled, watching as silvermist moved so elegnatly, as if she was floating. “oh no, it doesn’t seem to be much of an issue, i think we might be able to wait a day or so, i just wanted to see how you are. you have been such a good companion on this land, and i would love to know you better.” emily’s words are soft, but they have such care and emotion in them. she wants to make the most of her time in this new world, the afterlife it seems, and making friends is the best way to do that. 

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violence seemed to run through neverlanders veins, and it wasn’t in emily’s best interests to fall into the same habits, the attack first think later attitude that they often had. it scared her, as did so much of this new world, the brutality that often overwhelmed the actions of others. she wanted peace, comfort, the tranquility that she always assumed that death would bring upon after one’s life has ceased. neverland was no such place, and emily supposed she had to get used to it. she was always looking around, watching everything that happened around her, everyone that existed in this same world as her. another day had seemingly passed, and emily had wanted to find someone that may share that same thought as she did. with her bag strapped to her back, emily had been wandering around the place for a few hours before she saw someone that didn’t seemingly actively want her dead. 

seeing the woman at the beach, it was like something out of a beautiful oil portrait, something so delicate and ethereal yet it was right in front of her; like art come to life.  “hello there, my name is emily. i mean no discontent, just a friendly face for a moment, surely.”

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Rapunzel didn’t know where Flynn had gone. He’d wandered off some time ago mumbling about how raw fish wasn’t real food. If it weren’t for his vested interest in obtaining the pearl crown, she might have believed he’d abandoned her entirely. If there was one thing she’d learned from her fellow mermaids, it was that men ( especially pirates ) were greedy. They valued riches and jewels, beautiful things and beautiful people, not to admire it, but to possess it. It was why she had been hidden away for so long, confined to a trove of equally exquisite treasures. Or so she had once been called.

Now that she was here, sitting with the sand burrowed between her toes and all the sweet, foreign scents clinging to the air, she had to wonder if being considered a treasure was exquisite at all. When she had the blanket of a sky above her head, the stars pinpricks of shining light cutting instead of a rippling fog distorted by the waves, it was easy to doubt. There was so much to feel, so much to hear. The texture of wood, the flicker and flare of a fire. Trying to touch it was apparently discouraged, but without Flynn there to catch her, she could hardly see the harm in trying. Rapunzel inched forward, reaching out with a tentative hand. Heat pooled against her palm. The sensation was so delightful it brought a smile to her lips. The snapping of twigs in the distance snared her attention. “Who’s there?” She called out with more strength than she felt, the memory of vicious pirates surging back in her memory. 

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there’s something so alluring about the magical world that is neverland. she doesn’t control her existence here, she dropped into the forest and has begun to accept the new plane of existence, the afterlife she’s found herself in. she writes about the details of the place, everything is just poetry in action and she’s lucky enough to write it all down. 

she wasn’t as guarded and jaded as the people around her, she still had this wonder and hope that seemed to have been drained from the inhabitants of the island. she missed people smiling and interacting with each other, the bows and curtseys of upper class life. but this was a new world, the afterlife that she was greeted with. 

seeing the figure in front of her as she walked around the forest, emily stumbled backwards with her hands up in the air. “i- my name is emily, emily thanatos. i’m not any such kind of threat, truly!” she mumbled, eyes wide as she looked over at the other. 

It’s the stars that enchant Dipper, more than anything else in the universe.. and it’s those stars that brought him to Neverland, the only place he’s ever been able to call home. There is something magnetic about their pull, as if they call to him and lure him in like a siren of the deep. For as long as Dipper’s heart still beats on this island, he will be in love with the stars.

Small frame is perched on a large rotting tree stump atop of a hill. The night is clear, and a bit breezy, blowing his hair every which way. Dipper ignores the flirting of the wind, wrapping his arms around his tucked up knees. He is doing what he normally does, whenever Pan isn’t making the boys play some game into the deepest parts of the night. He is watching the stars.

He’s lost track of time, doesn’t know exactly how long he’s been sitting there dreaming.. but the snap of a twig brings him out of his reverie. Dipper jerks his head toward the sound, pupils shifting to take in as much light as possible. At first he is silent, but he realizes that he is out in the open and undoubtedly has been seen.

Grabbing a large rock that rested at his feet, Dipper holds up and rises from his perch. If it’s a pirate, he’ll be ready. There’s a small dagger, sheathed but ready to go, strapped at his ankle with a dried out piece of leather. He may be soft, but that doesn’t mean he can’t do damage.

“Who’s there?”

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emily was not one for confrontation, she would much rather avoid it when she could, but now she just had to say something. “y-you know, i don’t think you’ll find much of interest in that bag...” she sighed, staring at her bag as if it was her lifeline, and frankly it was. “have a look in it. there’s three books and a night dress, no food or anything of value.” emily pointed out, looking at the boy in front of her. “might i have my things back?”

“Look, you’re gonna have to turn around and walk away, and pretend you didn’t see this.” A grave expression washes over Flynn’s features, an attempt to mask his surprise at actually being caught red-handed with the bag of some poor hapless soul who just left it waiting around. It was asking to be taken, really. He could only hope that it didn’t belong to person staring him down.

After a few moments of trying to assess whether or not this person poses a physical threat, Flynn decides to just turn around and attempt to walk away. He will just walk. If he’s lucky, that will be the end of it. But of course, a pirate’s life ain’t ever easy. Especially not here, on Neverland.

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emily is still trying to understand the world around her, but the one called silvermist is helping her a lot. she’s so nice, and the one that’s teaching her about this new afterlife they call neverland. emily still looks like she’s fresh into the grave, silvermist says that healing takes a while, but emily is sure that it’s just part of the afterlife to stay as you were when you died. but she’s not about to argue with the one that looks after her.

watching as silvermist looks after the fish in the water, something so peaceful on this hectic island, emily smiles and claps, cheering for the work she does. “wonderful! it certainly is wondrous what you manage to do, truly a guardian angel.” emily grins, her hands wrapping around her slender figure as she spoke. silvermist was truly astonishing, and emily was still trying to figure out how to appreciate all she’s done for the dead girl. 

it was typical behavior, nothing new for a water fairy, but silvermist was, once again – as she did most of the time during the casual day-to-day – spending her midday, afternoon hours placed gently near a small creek. one that she frequented often. the female fairy enjoyed the quiet, pretty scenery; things felt relaxing and took her away from some of the other parts of neverland that she might not enjoy as much as others (put in a polite way). after a moment, she notices bubbles bubbling to the surface of the water, which makes her eyebrows scrunch together on her forehead. as the girl leans forward, she realizes what’s happening; a small fish has found itself trapped in some water weeds. it’s struggling, trying to get its tail fin freed once again.

“you’ve been through quite an ordeal, little one.”

smiling a small smile, she gets closer to the water’s surface, still sitting on the bank of the creek, though her middle bending over itself to get closer and a better view of the situation, and uses her hands outside of the water to push the water and create a small separation between the green plant-life and the creature’s tail. “there you go. swim away now.” silvermist giggles quietly, waving away the animal as it happily moves away and back toward the way it came, this time avoiding the original problem that had created the issue to begin with.

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nothing was familiar to the young woman, emily spent most of her time wandering around, trying to see if she could find a place to sit or someone to talk to. she’d run out of energy this morning, and she wanted to find a place to sit and reread the same book over and over, one of the only connections she had to her past life left. 

she had found her way to a clearing when a voice called out, a little too close for her comfort. looking to the side, emily saw the poor girl, who seemed to be just as miserable as the other, and could only sigh in response. “n-nothing, well, i just wanted to find a place to sit... are you alright? this place is weird, i know, but i’m not an enemy, i’m neutral.” she mumbled, holding the book tightly in her hands. she didn’t want to scare the other off, she knew how terrifying this place was, and she would take any kind of friendship she could get. 

It had only been two days since Aurora arrived on Neverland, it had been a disorienting experience to say the very least, one moment she was falling asleep in a cozy bed after defeating Maleficent then the next she woke up on the shore.

She had been trying to familiarize herself with the island so she wouldn't get lost while she was stuck here, however long that was.

Aurora reluctantly took a break from her exploring after noticing how tired she was and sat down on a log with her back resting against a tree.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone coming towards her.

" What do you want?"

Her voice sounded weary and tired rather than loud and demanding which was what she had been trying to go for

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with her bad on her shoulders and a book in her hand, emily was looking for a place to sit that didn’t have someone around the corner about to interrupt her. she hadn’t even found a spot to sit when the serenity of the forest was interrupted with a scream that echoed around her. despite already being dead, things still terrified the girl, like a knife whizzing past her face, and she stumbled backwards before grasping at her chest and trying to control her breathing. 

“my word!” she gasped, as she began to collect herself. “are you quite alright?! that could have killed someone- you know, if you wanted someone’s attention, a simple hello would suffice!” emily huffed, annoyed yet still speaking as politely as she could. neverland was a strange world, she didn’t know how the other was about to react to her. 

tinkerbell had been terribly bored and that was a mood that no one in neverland wanted to be at the receiving end of.  currently, she was sharpening one of her many blades high up in one of the trees that lay by the coast so that she could glance at the ocean from time to time. during one of these reprieves, she spotted someone below. 

a smirk made its way onto cherry red lips when they were in rang.  carefully, she threw her dagger so that it would hit the tree just before they took a step into its path.  after the dagger lodged itself into the tree, she jumped down, smoothing her hands across the short silk dress.  

once she deemed herself presentable, she looked up at the other, flashing them a smile, “get your heart racing?” she purred teasingly, blue eyes glimmering with mischief as she looked the other over.