deliafawkes

[deliafawkes]

• Delia “Fawkes” O’Sullivan • Lost Boy • 16 • Maisie Williams

Keep your time, keep your mind, keep it humble; start your life in the middle of the jungle…

Delia’s parents left her and her older brother Alex when she was just six years old. He had raised her from since before she could remember, so when he said ‘mom and dad won’t be coming back from this trip’, she honestly didn’t care a bit. As long as she had Alexander, even at that age, she knew she’d be okay. They moved away from home after that, selling what worldly things their parents had left behind, and headed out to California to add some sunshine to their lives. There she made a ton of friends, learned to skateboard and surf, and spent most of her free time outside, and the only downer about her life was school. She found herself easily bored, and every lesson was just too easy for her. After convincing her brother to let her homeschool, they packed up everything once again and bought a boat, deciding to have one more adventure before Delia was to start college. One day in and they hit a maelstrom which turned their boat to the shores of Neverland. After Alexander got a little shack set up in the pirate port, Delia went off exploring on her own, which is when she found Peter and his gang. When she decided to stay with them, she discussed it all with Alex, and the two agreed that this island was the best thing that had happened to them both. She knows she always has a place with him if things turn sour with Peter, but for now, she’s just taking each day as they come.

Personality:

+ Honest, Intelligent, Caring

- Arrogant, Indecisive, Impulsive

Delia is TAKEN!

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slightlythefox​:

x - A Little Down Time 🗡

With everything that had transpired on the island, the battle of the bitch or witch or whatever the hell have you, Slightly was looking forward to a little down time. Maybe he was wrong to sneak out without telling anyone where he was going, but quite frankly he just wanted to forget for a little while the living hell they were all forced to take part in order to save their home and all their ever lovin’ hides. Pan might have been in a celebratory mood, but Slightly wasn’t. So he figured he’d pack up his gear and hike up to the farthest part of the Neverwoods and set up camp for a few days. 

‘The little Red Fox, Rex Fox, Red Fox, The little Red Fox, none bolder, The little Red Fox, creeping through the rocks, With a fat goose o'er his shoulder.’

He spun a little yarn, singing softly to himself as he trekked with swift cunning steps through the thick leafy terrain off the forest. He was completely aware, with hand quick and ready, curled around the hilt of the dagger at his belt - not to mention the crossbow he had strewn across his back. Slightly was no fool. He knew full well the dangers that lay lurking in the shadows. He had grown accustomed to danger having been conditioned to expect it. But if they really wanted a good time, he could whip out his trusty slingshot. He had taken out many an eye or even a tooth if memory served him but the tooth cost him a busted nose. It wasn’t his fault, Tootles, the halfwit, walked right into the path of his shot.            

Delia jolted awake in a pile of furs and pillows, and a dirty foot in her face; the closeness of the limb forced her to go cross-eyed for a moment before she shoved Fauna’s leg off her chest and rolled out of the bed. A group of them had cozied up after the witch dealings and had taken to sleeping in the same bed, having been a bit spooked after the sun went down every night. Of course, they’d all been too proud to appear scared, and had called it a slumber party that first night. Fawkes yawned, stretching her arms high above her and pointed her toes, lifting every so lightly off the ground. She padded over to a basket on the trunk table and plucked an apple from it, wiping the fruit on her dirty shirt on her way out of the home underground. Delia stepped back before she got one foot out of the home, grabbed her satchel and knife, and headed out into the sunlight. 

The sun’s tendrils hit her freckled face and warmed her awake as she trotted down a well worn path, and Delia sighed as the wind whipped her hair across her face. She paused, bit into the apple to hold it while she tied her locks back into a loose bun atop her head, and then took the fruit in hand again. She’d decided to make her way to the pixie’s hollow to gather some more dust as she was running low, and it’d be easier without the younger tagalongs at her heels. This had been her plan for the morning, before she heard a familiar voice on the breeze. She purposefully wasn’t being quiet as she tramped along; she’d had too many dealings with accidentally startling armed lost boys in the past. 

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thelostlake‌:

At the fake shots, Lake jolted a couple times and grabbed at her stomach as if she had been shot, overdramatically groaning and doubling over until she saw the zucchini drop to the floor in front of her and she laughed. “It is, and the people that don’t deserve sweets get them so much more often! Did your family stop you from eating sweets too? Saying we’d be too hyper or spoil our dinner.” She hated when her maids pulled that rubbish, rather than just letting herself eat herself silly with cake. Maybe if she had she wouldn’t have found a husband as quickly as she did. “You should take it up with Peter, as leader, he should be providing us with all the sugar we could ever dream of.”

Delia scoffed and scowled, agreeing with an indignant nod, but then at Lake’s question, she paused. Part of her wanted to just say yes, avoid the truth, and she might have, but this was Lake. Not Peter or any of the other lost boys that she wasn’t so close with. “Well, my parents weren’t around enough to stop me from doing what I wanted, but Alex would sometimes stop me,” she chuckled and shook her head of the dirt that had fallen onto her. “You’re so right; maybe he could plan a big raid of the pirates’ stock of sugar,” she giggled, the idea of the pirates having sacks and sacks of sugar, as if it was a priority for them.

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

Lake laughed and threw her head back, “You look like one of those silly drawings of a cowboy! With those weird giant bow legs.” She giggled, having more success with her stalk, ripping up to reveal a couple of potatoes together. “I miss cake too, I miss real sugar. Fruit salads are not dessert.” Lake leaned over and gave Delia a hand with her stalk, hoping it would work with two of their effort. 

Delia laughed at the comparison, exaggerating her stance before dropping her face to a more serious one. She wiggled her fingers just a couple inches away from the zucchini, before quick drawing it and fake shooting at Lake. She tried to spin it round like she’d seen in those old western films, but fumbled and ended up dropping it. She laughed as she retrieved it, and then set back to work on pulling at the potato stalk after Lake had made it look so easy. “Oh god, I know, it’s a travesty that they those who have had sweets like we have don’t get them anymore; I may have to take it up with Peter,” she grunted as she pulled, and then smiled as Lake came to help her. Another pull with Lake’s added strength tugged the stalk out of the ground, and Delia fell back onto her butt, a rain of dirt clumps fell down over her as she landed. 

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

Lake groaned at the mere mention of the chicken pie incident. “Oh don’t, I swear I’ve never felt hungrier.” Somehow eating that teeny tiny amount felt worse than not eating at all. “Oh my gosh, that’s mad. It’s giant! It’s probably the size of a stinky pirate boot!” It was as if the island had decided to provide for them, gifting them with giant produce that would give more whilst using less. If that wasn’t a sign she was on the right side, Lake didn’t know what was.

Delia laughed out loud and nodded. “Yeah, definitely,” she agreed, sticking the zucchini in the side pocket of her cargo shorts. Delia glanced down at it and laughed again, pointing at it humorously. She pulled another one from the vine and put it on a pocket on the other side, to even herself out, and then moved over towards where Lake was, and pulled at a long stalk that indicated the potatoes were ready for picking. “I miss chocolate cake,” she commented absently, pulling a face as the stalk was giving her a rough go of it.

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

Lake laughed loudly, she hated that game, nights without food were awful. And people always seemed to argue over what they were pretend eating. When the modern kids got to ‘choose’ they talked about popping tarts and flossed sugar and it was so meaningless to her she just stared at them all vacantly. Sometimes she wondered whether it worked for Peter as well, or if he just liked to watch them fuss. At least with the new garden nearby she could always just sneak out and grab some berries. “Hopefully they just don’t arrive then!” She replied as she started digging out some potatoes and held them to her chest. 

“Yeah, hopefully,” Delia snorted, shaking her head. “Remember that time we had made that one single chicken pie, that was only really enough for the five of us there, but then Peter showed up early from a hunt with like fifteen other kids? He insisted that everyone share, and everyone got the tiniest sliver,” Delia rolled her eyes, before setting the birds down to try her luck with the zucchinis. “Whoa, they got so huge!” She enthused, plucking one the length of her forearm from the vine.

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

She lolloped along with Delia to the garden, it was such a fabulous idea. She wondered whether it was Peter’s, most likely it was. It really cut down their scavenging and foraging time, and even if they all got lazy, there was always something just down the road from the camp that they never had to go hungry. “It’s practically impossible to predict how many will be here tonight, I feel like six is probably safe.” 

Delia nodded at Lake’s words. “I know, we can never tell for sure,” she tutted, and agreed that six would be enough. “Anyone extra can eat a pretend meal,” she laughed, referencing her least favorite game of Peter’s. Those games usually fell on the nights he had promised to cook.

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

“Me neither,” She grinned, deciding she’d have to have a good think about everything else they could now make now they had a pot and pan. Desserts would be her preferred item, but the ingredients for that were harder to get than simply going out hunting. Lake stifled a laugh at Delia’s gesture, then curtsied and tucked her hand in hers. “Most grateful, m’lord.” She finally let out the laughter that had been bubbling up in her chrst. 

Delia smiled magnanimously, before removing and tipping an imaginary top hat above her head, and chuckled again, resituating the birds over her shoulder and heading along the worn little deer path towards the camp. It had turned out to be a beautiful afternoon, and she couldn’t help but have a bit of a skip in her step. A few meters from camp, Dee veered off the path towards the little garden, and set the birds down. “What do we think? Two zucchinis? How many potatoes? I wonder who’s in tonight,” she chattered, wanting to make sure there was enough food for everyone. 

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

“We can make bacon!” Lake blurted the second she heard Delia also now had a pan, “A full on breakfast with fried eggs and bacon! Or omelettes or scrambled egg or poached egg, basically any type of egg. Oh my god, I miss properly cooked eggs so much.” If they could get cheese she could make a cheesy omelette, and she was salivating at the mere thought. “I said I wouldn’t take anything, but I might nab a pair of those knickers if that’s okay?” It still didn’t feel good to take her gifts from her brother, but despite washing her own, rotating two or three pairs wouldn’t last forever. 

“Ooh yes, I can’t wait!” She enthused, her stomach growling angrily at her for not putting food in it sooner. Delia grinned when Lake changed her mind on her offer and held a hand out grandly. “But of course! My knickers are your knickers,” she said, before dissolving into about a million giggles. 

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

Lake skipped alongside her friend, but slowly, because she was so much taller than her friend and tended to take larger steps and move farther. “Oh wow! A soup or stew? If only we had dumplings.” She mused, thinking of their maid’s signature stew. It was basically to die for. “Of course I wouldn’t tell Peter! Don’t worry at all.” And it wasn’t even these recent issues that would have her keep that from Peter, but her loyalty to Delia came first. “You don’t have to give me your stuff, don’t worry. What did he get you though?”

Delia’s pleading smile turned into a genuine one when Lake promised to keep her secret. “Thanks!” She grinned, and then turned away, a little blush creeping up her neck. “He got me some clothes along with a pot and pan for cooking. There’s a ten pack of knickers if you are needing anything like that,” she chuckled. “And some shirts and trousers if you want! I don’t need as much as he got me,” she explained, having done laundry quite a few times since she’d come there. 

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

Lake slumped forward as she explained, letting out a long “mmmmm” as she thought of these fried chicken sandwiches, although she had no idea what it would actually taste like. “Stop, you’re making me starving.” She whined, standing up straight again and hopping from one foot to another. It would probably be another hour at least before she had food in her face. “Let’s get to the garden before I drop from hunger.” Lake exaggerated.

Delia threw her head back with a single laugh and then looked back down the path. “Yes, let’s go, go, go!” She enthused, picking up the pace a bit. Her stomach growled angrily at her, and she was more than ready to get cooking. “My brother brought me a pot from the mainland, so we can really cook something good,” she stated, and then paused briefly. “Only...” she turned to Lake with a wince. “Please don’t tell Peter; I don’t think he’d understand that Alex isn’t really a pirate,” she explained, feeling a little funny about asking Lake to hide the truth for nothing. “If you want, I can share the other things he’s brought me with you!” She added, giving a pleading grin.

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

“What’s Chick Filler?” Lake asked with her face in question, the time thing messed with her head so she tried not to think about it, but when she met people from her future she always felt a little jealous of what they had, and also totally out of the loop. Nate and Delia had so much in common. “I was just having a quiet rest. Can I join you? I feel starved.”

“Oh, it’s a fast food restaurant! I wish we had flour and oil; I’d fry us up some chicken and make some homemade chicken sandwiches,” Delia groaned, slapping a hand on her tummy. “Oh, of course! I want to dig up some potatoes, and pick butternut squash, and zucchini from the garden along the way.” Delia commented, referring to the lost community garden they’d started a few months back. Amazing how fast and big things on Neverland grew when the island approved of it.

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

Lake laughed at her friend’s sudden reaction, then waved when Delia realised it was her. She shoved herself off the branch and dropped down, hovering just above the floor for a moment so she didn’t hurt her legs. “Hey! Been huntin’? Nice.” Maybe food would make her feel better, a big feast like they’d done ages back with Nate as the leader. That would make everything feel normal again. “You gonna cook?”

“Yeah!” Delia grinned, watching as her friend dropped down beside her. “I miss Chick Fil A,” she muttered miserably, shaking her head as she looked down at her feet. “This isn’t chicken, but it’ll do,” she added with a chuckle, looking back up with an unbothered face. “What’re you up to, Lakey-Lake?”

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

The sound of whistling drew Lake from her thoughts, and she looked down to see Delia wandering in with birds over her shoulder. She was always impressed when others did the hunting, because she was not keen on it. She’d learnt, sure, and she could gut and prepare the meat too, but she really didn’t enjoy it. “What did you call me?” She called down with a giggle, leaning forward over the branch so she could be seen. “Cheeky.” 

Delia jumped back at the voice, legs planted in a defensive stance, swinging the birds by their necks out in front of her as though she were holding a sword. It only took her a second to recognize it as Lake, and she straightened back, grinning up at her friend. “Howdy up there!” She called with a chuckle. 

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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thelostlake‌:

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Lake had been in a strange mood lately, ever since the whole Hook debarcle. She was confused by the strange moments of kindness he gave her, and by the fact that she didn’t entirely hate being kissed like she did when she left her home. She was angry that Fauna had done that dare, but she hadn’t seen her for a while. She was angrier that Peter put her in that danger under the guise of a game, but grateful he’d come to save her. Then again, Lake wasn’t entirely sure Peter’s sudden appearance that day had been anything to do with her, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d forgotten. Not that she’d say that aloud. She’d been a little mute lately anyway, hiding herself away to mull it over. The burrow was too loud and enclosed so she decided to head out, maybe sit on one of the branches up high where she could see over the area properly and get some perspective.

Delia trotted down a softly worn path, a string of pheasants hung over her shoulder, whistling. She’d gone out hunting and her stomach was growling; she’d caught more than they needed, and decided that anything left over she’d bring to Alex and Charlie. Delia began to hum aloud to the song she was whistling, before the soft sound turned to words. “I’m not sayin’ it was your fault, although you coulda tried more, oh you’re so naive,” she sang, quite out of key, but with as much joy as someone singing on stage, completely oblivious to her friend’s presence. 

a colourful lie, a hell of a team || lake and delia

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charlieslost‌:

Charlie wiggled Delia back and forth before letting her go. “It’ll be brilliant! Oh, just a warning, we’ve got this woman living with us right now. But you can stay with me in my room if you don’t mind.” She pursed her lips because Delia looked a little blah about things, giving her a pat on the shoulder affectionately. She knew what it was like to be on the up and down rollercoaster that was Peter Pan. She could have loved him, once.

Delia frowned at the new information. “A woman?” She asked, tilting her head. This was new information to her; sure, she didn’t see Alex all that often to get the scoop on what was going on in her life, but for some reason she wished he could’ve told her about it before. “What kind of woman? When did this start?” She asked, perhaps a tad rushed. It was different with Charlie living there; she knew her, and had set it up with him. What was doing? Running some sort of hotel?

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charlieslost‌:

Charlie seized at the suggestion, freezing in place,and grinned excitedly. “Yes!! You so should! That would be so rad!” She reached out and wrapped her arms around Delia, giving her a good squeeze, making some of the dirt crumble off their arms. “It’ll be just like a slumber party! There’s even the older brother hanging around. He’ll be so excited about this.” 

Delia laughed as Charlie hugged her, and reached up to pat her arm. “Yeah, it might be fun! And Peter doesn’t have to know about it; I don’t see him all that much anyway.” She shrugged, feeling a little sad about it actually. Oftentimes she heard about the others’ adventures after the fact, and missed out on some fun parties from not being invited. She supposed it had to do with being in the wrong place at the wrong time.