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@chrrysblssms​ * /

“  we’re  going  on  an  adventure  today  ,  tink  .  “  the  man  has  stated  ,  his  voice  projecting  off  the  walls  of  the  treehouse  .  a  backpack  slung  over  his  shoulder  ,  packed  with  any  essential  that  the  pair  could  dream  of  .  peanut  butter  sandwiches  with  no  crust  ,  of  course  .  with  the  tale  of  a  waterfall  ,  there  was  no  telling  that  peter  would  have  been  eager  to  find  it  .  “  i  thought  we  could  search  the  forest  for  the  lost  boys  while  we’re  at  it  ,  if  they’re  here  ,  that’s  where  we’d  find  them  .  “

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chrrysblssms​:

the   races   were   usually   pretty   even   back   in   neverland   ,   but   they’ve   been   less   so   in   the   good   place   .   she   should’ve   started   the   second   she   said   the   word   RACE   ,   but   part   of   tink   wasn’t   sure   if   peter   would   want   to   participate   .   it   was   a   tiny   part   ,   though   ,   knowing   peter’s   competitive   spirit   .   she’s   trailing   behind   him   ,   but   not   by   much   .   climbing   is   not   her   strong   suit   ,   seeing   how   she   never   had   to   do   it   .   the   ability   to   fly   was   a   gift   she   definitely   took   for   granted   .   she   struggles   and   is   holding   on   for   dear   life   ,   but   finally   manages   to   get   onto   the   roof   .   “   UGH   ,   not   fair   .   you   have   about   ,   i   don’t   know   ,   a   few   feet   on   me   ?   maybe   if   we   cut   your   legs   in   half   it’ll   be   fair   .   ”

peter  hadn't  noticed  the  slight  difficulty,  too  busy  attempting  to  secure  the  best  spot  on  the  roof.  his  focused  nature  with  this  never  truly  doing  him  any  favors  .  with  the  blonde  at  his  side  ,  peter  slings  his  arm  over  her  shoulders  ,  much  as  he  would  to  a  lost  boy  .  his  hand  resting  off  her  shoulder  blade  ,  the  locks  of  light  hair  tickling  the  inner  arm  .  in  what  he  believed  would  be  a  simple  gesture  ,  issued  by  a  friend  .  peter  feels  a  warm  rush  in  his  face  ,  a  lingering  gaze  from  her  (  detecting  even  more  of  her  features  ,  the  slight  turn  of  her  nose  ,  the  way  her  eyes  seemed  to  sparkle  like  depths  of  blue  water  swells  .  )  abruptly  pulls  back  to  the  sky  above  .    “  you  were  much  faster  when  you  could  fit  in  my  hand  .  “  the  man  interjects  .  

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chrrysblssms​:

tink   had   been   doing   her   very   best   to   avoid   mentioning   the   elephant   (   or   elephants   )   in   the   room   .   she   knows   she’s   peter’s   right   hand   man   ,   but   what   is   a   leader   without   his   followers   ?   still   ,   peter   manages   to   find   the   positive   as   he   makes   his   pirate   comment   .   she   cracks   a   small   smile   before   saying   “   it   is   pretty   quiet   …   ”   she   wants   to   joke   scared   you   might   have   to   think   ?   but   fears   the   consequences   of   making   such   a   joke   .   a   breath   hitches   as   peter   leans   in   –   something   she’s   not   quite   used   to   .   she’s   never   been   nervous   to   be   around   peter   .   she’s   so   confused   ,   she’s   almost   forgotten   his   question   .   “   race   you   there   .   ”

it  seems  as  though  the  moment  race  is  muttered  that  the  man  is  shuffling  ,  throwing  the  mess  of  blankets  off  himself  --  having  been  nearly  tangled  in  them  .  he’s  almost  freed  his  legs  ,  desperate  to  find  himself  the  champion  .  it  takes  a  matter  of  a  second  before  he  has  launched  himself  towards  the  treehouse  window  .  using  his  foot  to  kick  off  from  the  window  sill  ,  it  catapults  him  towards  the  wooden  roof  .  breathless  ,  much  to  his  own  displeasure  .  the  ability  of  flight  would  be  far  greater  than  this  .  now  ,  with  his  back  against  the  roof  ,  peter  heaves  for  breath  ,  his  glance  towards  the  sky  above  .  “  easy  .  another  victory  .  “

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chrrysblssms​:

tink   has   always   been   an   easy   sleeper   .   she   will   admit   ,   she   does   miss   the   privacy   of   her   drawer   ,   but   peter   had   found   a   pretty   secluded   tree   .   still   ,   when   they   were   back   in   neverland   ,   tink   would   always   find   a   small   spot   and   hide   away   from   peter   and   the   lost   boys   .   she   hears   peter’s   voice   ,   and   at   first   she   can’t   make   out   if   it’s   real   or   if   she’s   dreaming   .   whether   she’s   dreaming   or   not   ,   she   moves   her   body   slightly   to   make   room   for   peter   .   the   worst   that   could   happen   is   that   she’s   dreaming   and   just   seems   to   have   moved   over   a   little   bit   .   however   ,   she   hears   him   shuffle   over   and   knows   she’s   definitely   awake   .   she   rolls   over   so   that   she   can   face   him   .   “   everything   okay   ?   ”

it  was  still  a  strange  phenomenon  ,  for  tinkerbell  to  be  human-scale  .  peter  ,  with  sleep  still  at  the  corners  of  his  eyes  ,  has  found  himself  under  the  accompanying  blanket  .  “  couldn’t  sleep  .  “  he  mumbles  ,  taking  the  flat  edge  of  his  hand  to  wipe  at  his  eyes  ,  attempting  to  push  out  the  remaining  drowsiness  .  “  it’s  weird  not  having  the  boys  here  .  “  he  admits  ,  even  this  elongated  silence  would  be  obsolete  in  the  presence  of  even  a  single  lost  boy  .  “  but  i  can  do  without  the  pirates  .  “  a  signature  peter  pan  smirk  has  graced  him  ,  leaning  up  on  his  elbow  as  he  lays  beside  her  ,  they’re  close  .  which  is  usually  the  norm  ,  except  that  the  space  is  smaller  ,  the  blanket  barely  able  to  cover  too  human-sized  beings  .  leaving  peter  close  enough  that  each  breath  exhales  would  blow  against  her  golden-spun  hair  .  even  with  this  minimal  room  ,  peter  ducks  his  head  in  further  .  “  i  think  we  have  enough  time  to  see  the  sunrise  .  you  coming  ?  “

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chrrysblssms​:

tink   waits   for   his   word   ,   as   always   .   she’s   always   waited   for   him   to   take   the   lead   and   that   would   never   change   .   she   doesn’t   hesitate   to   follow   him   up   the   ladder   ,   but   very   quickly   wished   she   still   had   her   wings   .   sure   ,   flying   was   possible   in   the   good   place   ,   but   it   just   wasn’t   the   same   as   a   little   faith   ,   trust   ,   and   pixie   dust   .   she   didn’t   realize   how   tired   one’s   limbs   could   get   until   she   had   to   start   using   hers   for   more   mundane   things   .   the   treehouse   is   quaint   ,   but   to   tink   it’s   home-y   .   on   top   of   it   all   ,   the   idea   he’s   pitching   to   her   is   something   of   dreams   .   sure   ,   they’d   had   many   sleepovers   before   ,   but   that   didn’t   mean   anything   .   peter   had   a   way   of   making   each   one   better   than   the   last   .   “   just   like   home   ,   ”   she   agrees   with   a   smile   .

the  night  feels  long  ,  usually  peter’s  ability  to  sleep  comes  easily  ,  a  night  where  he  doesn’t  fall  into  a  deep  sleep  was  a  rarity  .  this  night  in  particular  ,  he’s  tossing  and  turning  .  rolling  onto  his  back  ,  his  stomach  and  then  back  again  .  it  must  have  gone  on  for  three  hours  or  so  before  he  finally  sits  up  ,  resting  his  weight  against  his  arms,  palms  on  the  blanket-covered  wood  of  the  treehouse  .  “  pst  .  tink  .  “  he  mumbles  ,  voice  still  groggy  from  the  small  lapses  of  sleep  he  was  able  to  get  .  the  blonde  is  wrapped  in  the  blankets  ,  the  small  glow  of  the  moon  sheds  just  enough  light  to  make  out  the  small  area  .  “  are  you  awake  ?  scoot  over  .  “  

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chrrysblssms​:

the  walk  could’ve  been  five  minutes  or  five  hours  -  tink  wouldn’t  know  the  difference  .  time  always  seemed  to  stand  still  when  she  was  with  peter  .  if  you  asked  tink  ,  she  would  tell  you  her  hand  fit  PERFECTLY  within  peter’s  .  it  almost  made  up  for  the  fact  that  she,  in  her  entirety,  could  no  longer  fit  within  his  palm  .  however  ,  she’d  tell  you  her  and  peter  were  perfect  together  in  almost  every  way  .  she  was  silent  the  whole  walk  ,  but  that  wasn’t  particularly  out  of  character  .  once  they  arrive  at  their  destination  ,  tink’s  eyes  widen  .  "  peter  …  it's  perfect!  almost  …  "  she  pauses  ,  always  hesitant  to  mention  neverland  .  "  it’s  amazing  .  can  we  go  in  ?  "

it's  a  strange  feeling  .  to  look  to  his  side  and  see  her  .  peter  had  never  felt  nervous  in  his  life  ,  even  now  the  tingling  feeling  was  being  glossed  over  .  peter  pan  would  never  have  admitted  even  a  tinge  of  nerves  especially  towards  his  best  friend  .  no  .  it  was  something  else  .  it  had  to  be  .  he  climbs  up  the  make-shift  ladder  ,  it's  wooden  boards  clicking  against  the  bark  of  the  tree  .  he's  made  it  to  the  front  of  the  treehouse  ,  a  large  door  --  solid  and  with  a  small  padlock  hanging  off  it  .  it's  room-y  ,  at  least  in  peter's  own  definition  .  a  large  pile  of  blankets  and  a  few  throw  pillows  rest  on  the  hard  floor  .  he  had  left  the  comforts  of  the  homes  given  to  them  upon  their  arrival  ,  as  much  as  they  had  mastered  a  perfect  home  --  peter  still  looked  for   this  .  "  i  can  sleep  here  .  and  you  can  sleep  here  .  it'll  be  like  back  home  .  "  his  smile  is  wide  ,  his  entire  face  having  lit  up  at  the  very  idea  .

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chrrysblssms​:

tink  isn’t  expecting  peter’s  reaction  ,  and  ends  up  falling  forward  as  his  hand  drops  to  his  hips  .  she  manages  to  catch  herself  with  her  hands  and  lets  out  an  angry  breath  ,  but  looks  back  up  at  peter  .  she  could  hit  him  ,  but  instead  she  looks  at  him  with  adoration  .  tink  could  never  be  mad  at  a  happy  peter  (  unless  that  happiness  was  coming  from  someone  else  -  especially  another  girl  )  .  tink  smiles  softly  ,  thinking  of  the  lost  boys  fondly  .  never  did  she  imagine  she’d  miss  that  rag  -  tag  group  of  MISFITS  ,  but  here  she  was  .  she  knows  neverland  is  a  touchy  subject  for  peter  ,  so  she’s  never  the  first  to  bring  it  up  .  he  doesn’t  seem  too  stuck  on  it  ,  though  ,  as  he  tells  her  all  about  this  new  treehouse  .  tink  considered  herself  low  maintenance  –  except  when  it  came  to  sleeping  .  she  would  often  hide  away  from  the  boys  to  get  her  beauty  rest  because  WHO  KNEW  how  long  they’d  be  up  making  jokes  with  each  other  .  still  ,  her  memories  of  neverland  were  all  she  had  (  and  she  knew  it  was  the  same  for  peter  )  .  she  was  always  going  to  make  him  feel  as  comfortable  as  possible  .  she  reaches  her  hand  out  ,  both  asking  for  help  up  and  for  him  to  lead  the  way  .

he’s  been  chattering  about  the  treehouse  for  what  must  be  a  solid  ten  minutes  ,  having  gone  into  complete  details  over  everything  from  the  wooden  boards  to  the  prime  location  .  meaning    it  was  close  enough  to  a  river  and  a  smaller  grove  of  trees  that  enabled  plenty  of  adventures  to  be  had  .  the  babbling  brook  had  completely  pulled  him  in  from  the  moment  he  had  stumbled  across  the  treehouse  ,  claiming  it  as  his  own  as  his  feet  had  rested  on  the  wooden  boards  .  her  invitation  to  take  her  hand  ,  still  ,  a  strange  occurrence  .  peter  was  genuinely  so  used  to  carrying  tink  around  ,  barely  having  to  glance  at  his  shoulder  to  have  her  presence  known  that  it  felt  beyond  strange  to  feel  a  warm  hand  in  his  .  from  tink  .  the  path  is  grown  over  ,  which  had  first  led  peter  astray  but  he  now  knew  with  confidence  where  it  would  lead  .  with  arms  extended  ,  releasing  her  hand  ,  peter  motioned  to  the  structure  --  showcasing  his  proudest  finder’s  keepers  to  date  .  “  well  ?    isn’t  it  swell,  tink  ?  “

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chrrysblssms​:

tink  is  quite  proud  of  her  response  .  they’d  never  really  participated  in  a  back  -  and  -  forth  banter  the  way  most  best  friends  did  .  with  them  ,  all  tink  had  to  do  was  stick  her  tongue  out  and  it  would  speak  for  itself  .  she's  so  proud  of  herself  ,  she  almost  doesn’t  realize  peter  is  hesitating  .  peter  pan  has  NEVER  been  speechless  .  her  brows  begin  to  furrow  ,  but  just  as  they  do  he  speaks  up  .  all  before  she  can  even  tease  him  .  although  ,  she  knew  better  than  to  tease  peter  .  he  would  just  shrug  it  off  anyway  .  "  you  couldn’t  replace  me  even  if  you  WANTED  to  .  but  …  you  better  not  want  to  .  " many  of  the  lost  boys  fought  for  tink’s  second  -  in  -  command  spot  ,  but  none  were  ever  successful  .  they  were  peter’s  followers  ,  but  peter  needed  her  .  her  only  competition  had  ever  been  THE  BIRD  .  but  wendy  could  never  care  about  peter  the  way  tink  did  .  she  lets  out  a  huff  ,  having  angered  herself  by  thinking  of  the  brunette  .  "  have  you  found  any  treehouses  around  here  ?  "

peter  couldn’t  seem  to  understand  the  shift  .  any  feeling  about  this  had  laid  dormant  for  years  ,  easily  subdued  at  any  point  he  felt  the  need  to  .  in  neverland  ,  it  was  easier  .  distractions  seemed  to  leap  from  every  corner  ,  and  the  pair  were  hardly  ever  busy  .  peter  never  needed  to  sit  still  ,  never  needed  to  accept  terms  of  anything  .  it’s  a  subject  change  that  he  actually  looked  forward  to  ,  the  bright  glint  to  his  eyes  ever  present  as  he  jumps  up  to  his  feet  ,  his  hands  moving  to  his  hips  fluidly  .  his  signature  pose  .  “  that  was  what  i  was  meaning  to  tell  you  !  “  his  voice  ,  laced  with  the  typical  enthusiasm  commands  attention  ,  not  that  it  ever  needed  to  be  begged  for  --  especially  with  tink  .  “  it’s  further  in  the  forest  ,  just  past  the  lake  .  it  even  has  a  ladder  .  --  and  you  can  enter  through  the  tree  .  i’ll  show  you  .  i’ve  chosen  to  stay  there  ,  it  reminds  me  of  home  ,  like  sleeping  under  the  stars  with  the  lost  boys  .“

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chrrysblssms​:

“  sure  ,  ”  she  says  ,  defeated  .  she  knows  she’s  no  match  for  him  in  a  verbal  argument  –  it  was  so  much  easier  when  she  could  just  give  a  look  and  he  knew  .  he  was  still  pretty  in  -  tune  with  her  that  way  ,  but  she’d  been  speaking  a  lot  more  .  finding  her  voice  was  still  something  she  was  struggling  with  .  not  that  peter  never  let  her  express  herself  .  if  anything  ,  he  was  her  translator  back  in  neverland  .  there  were  just  more  people  here  than  she  was  used  to  ,  and  she  didn’t  always  have  peter  there  to  speak  for  her  (  and  people  who  don’t  know  them  may  get  the  wrong  idea  )  .  a  deep  shade  of  crimson  was  prominent  on  her  cheeks  ,  she  couldn’t  deny  it  .  she  does  all  she  can  to  avoid  his  gaze  .  as  always  ,  though  ,  she  melts  at  his  words  .  she  places  her  chin  comfortably  in  his  hand  and  looks  into  his  eyes  .  she  offers  a  small  smile  ,  one  that’s  softer  than  usual  .  as  much  as  she  missed  her  life  and  neverland  and  all  that  came  with  them  ,  she  very  much  welcomed  the  new  experiences  in  her  newly-sized  body  .  tink  had  never  been  able  to  feel  peter’s  palm  press  firmly  against  her  cheek  until  the  good  place  .  "  hard  to  be  your  right  hand  man  when  i  no  longer  fit  in  your  right  hand  ,  "  she  jokes.

he  would  blame  the  conflicted  feelings  on  the  transition  from  neverland  to  the  good  place  ,  such  a  mixture  had  never  even  plagued  him  back  home  .  yet  it  swirled  within  him  like  a  brewing  storm  ,  and  peter  felt  confused  in  it's  wake  .  peter  is  fully  prepared  to  call  it  was  it  was  ,  a  relief  that  she  was  okay  .  plain  and  simple  .  just  as  a  relief  he  would  feel  with  the  lost  boys  had  they  ever  distracted  themselves  enough  to  go  off  route  .  it  had  happened  ,  to  peter’s  own  memory  ,  at  least  twice  before  .  it  was  relief  .  he  ,  though  would  never  come  to  admit  ,  was  less  confident  of  this  proposed  idea  when  she  rested  in  his  hand  .  in  fact  ,  peter  pan  had  to  suppress  a  gulp  of  a  swallow  ,  that  even  seemed  to  startle  him  .  wendy  had  been  pretty  ,  he  knew  that  .  the  mermaids  too  .  sure  .  pretty  .  but  tink  was  --  ,  tink  was  --  no  .  had  it  been  anyone’s  thoughts  but  his  own  ,  voiced  aloud  ,  he  would  have  theatrically  gagged  .  these  voices  quiet  themselves  for  a  short  period  allowing  him  to  response  after  a  brief  silence  .  a  smirk  ,  one  that  could  be  worn  by  a  mischievous  fox  proudly  is  displayed  .  “  you  better  still  be  up  for  the  job . “

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chrrysblssms​:

“okay  ,  perhaps  that  is  true  .  still  ,  the  only  reason  they  may  have  went  looking  for  me  was  to  find  you  .  ”  peter  liked  to  believe  the  best  of  anyone  who  gave  him  the  time  of  day  ,  mermaids  included  .  but  tink  always  saw  their  mean  glares  when  his  back  was  turned  .  they  were  not  kind  to  those  they  deemed  competition  for  peter’s  affection  ,  which  included  both  tink  AND  the  bird  .  the  second  peter  leans  forward  ,  though  ,  the  mermaids  (  and  even  the  bird  )  are  the  farthest  thing  from  her  mind  .  he’s  right  .  despite  the  fact  that  tink  had  all  the  same  parts  ,  they  were  on  a  much  larger  scale  now  .  ever  since  meeting  her  girl  gang  ,  tink  was  not  the  one  to  have  insecurities  .  even  life  with  peter  ,  she  was  never  insecure  with  how  she  looked  .  however  ,  meeting  people  in  the  good  place  who  did  deal  with  such  insecurities  currently  had  her  worrying  peter  could  see  her  pores  –  something  she  didn’t  even  know  existed  until  she  got  here  .  she  quickly  smacks  his  arm  before  looking  down  after  hearing  his  comment  .  she  was  bound  to  blush  even  more  .

“  they  would  look  for  you  too  .  even  without  me  .  “  he’s  fairly  dismissive  over  it  ,  peter  didn’t  really  believe  he  earned  special  treatment  in  neverland  ,  even  from  the  mermaids  .  they  enjoyed  his  company  ,  that  was  all  .  as  did  the  lost  boys  .  the  mermaids  just  happened  to  be  a  bit  more  affectionate  .  even  as  they  seemed  to  hang  off  him  in  nearly  every  instance  ,  but  he  only  subjected  that  to  their  desire  to  hear  his  stories  .  that  was  all  .  the  contact  to  his  arm  is  quick  ,  earning  a  sheepish  smirk  from  the  man  .  “  i  don’t  even  think  i’ve  seen  that  dark  of  a  color  .  maybe  it  was  just  harder  to  see  .  “  the  smack  had  barely  registered  with  him  ,  his  hand  moving  back  to  her  face  .  he  had  no  shame  ,  such  a  feeling  came  with  lessons  --  experience  .  peter  pan  had  never  felt  shame  ,  among  other  things  .  his  hand  has  cradled  under  tink’s  chin  ,  a  continued  inspection  of  her  now  human  features  .  he  had  let  long  fingers  slide  up,  pinching  the  rose-tinted  cheeks  with  them  .  “  hard  to  believe  you  used  to  be  able  to  fit  in  the  palm  of  my  hand  .  “

[fcxglcves]

chrrysblssms​:

“  ah  ,  yes  .  "  slightly  .  peter’s  right  hand  boy  .  if  anyone  was  suited  for  it  ,  it  was  him  .  still  ,  there’s  no  way  his  reign  would  be  anywhere  near  as  good  as  peter’s  .  ”  yes  ,  i’m  sure  the  mermaids  went  looking  for  both  of  us  .  "  a  slight  roll  of  her  eyes  ,  knowing  the  mermaids  had  no  interest  in  her  .  at  his  next  comment  ,  tink’s  smile  faded  .  honestly  ,  tink  couldn’t  care  less  where  she  was  as  long  as  peter  was  by  her  side  .  both  neverland  and  the  good  place  had  their  pros  and  cons  .  still  ,  she  was  never  going  to  rain  on  his  parade  ,  even  if  deep  down  she  had  a  feeling  there  was  no  way  out  .  "  if  anyone  is  going  to  find  a  way  ,  it's  you  ,  "  she  tells  him  ,  placing  her  hand  on  top  of  his  and  giving  a  gentle  squeeze  .

“  of  course  ,  they  went  looking  for  both  of  us  .  “  it  wasn’t  so  much  denial  as  it  was  ignorance  .  peter  could  argue  until  he  was  blue  in  the  face  ,  about  nearly  anything  and  the  opinion  of  the  mermaids  was  no  exception  .  “  enough  to  tell  me  you  had  left  ,  that  should  show  something  .  “  it  had  been  a  trick  statement  ,  though  peter  pan  could  not  seem  to  grasp  that  .  he  had  reacted  differently  from  what  they  had  expected  .  “  we’ll  get  back  there  ,  i’m  certain  of  it  .  “  the  man  states  ,  a  matter-o-factly  .  though  his  rigorous  statement  falls  flat  ,  as  a  curiosity  that  would  have  maimed  the  cat  steps  in  .  peter  leans  forward  ,  his  expression  boldly  animated  ,  his  index  and  thumb  sandwiching  tink’s  chin  .  “  you  know  ,  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  got  to  see  you  this  close  before  .  i  mean  ,  close  ,  sure  .  but  you’re  always  so  small  .  “  he  tilts  her  head  with  his  hands  ,  almost  as  you  would  to  inspect  a  doll  .  she’s  an  awfully  pretty  girl  ,  actually  .  and  perhaps  if  peter  had  managed  a  sense  of  maturity  he  could  tell  her  so  .  instead  ,  he  opts  for  teasing  .  “  are  you  always  this  pink  too  ?  “

[fcxglcves]

chrrysblssms​:

tink  laughs  to  humor  him  .  although  ,  she  did  find  it  quite  funny  he  was  taking  the  words  of  the  mermaids  to  heart  .  the  mermaids  liked  to  fudge  their  tales  to  boost  peter’s  EGO  –  something  tink  could  be  guilty  of  as  well  .  however  ,  she’d  never  admit  it  .  "  i  can’t  ,  "  she  tells  him  .  the  visual  of  peter  being  grabbed  by  a  hawk  and  flown  away  was  funny  to  tink  ,  but  she  could  only  enjoy  it  for  so  long  .  the  reality  of  a  life  without  peter  was  one  she  hoped  to  never  have  to  deal  with  .  "  who  would’ve  led  the  lost  boys  ?  "

it  had  never  been  something  considered  ,  to  think  that  peter  would  ever  leave  neverland  for  good  .  it  was  home  .  it  had  been  his  only  home  .  and  yet  ,  he  was  here  .  brought  to  live  here  after  a  fated  fall  from  grace  ,  literally  .  his  plummeting  fall  brought  on  as  he  scoured  the  skies  for  the  blonde  ,  meeting  a  demise  that  would  have  been  deemed  impossible  for  peter  pan  .  “  i  think  slightly  might  have  taken  it  on  ,  not  as  good  of  a  lead  as  me  ,  of  course  .  but  enough  .  do  you  think  they  searched  for  us  ?  i’m  sure  the  mermaids  have  ,  considering  how  often  our  days  were  spent  at  the  lagoon  .  i  wonder  if  we’ll  ever  seen  any  of  them  again  .  “  it  was  a  saddening  thing  to  wonder  ,  one  peter  never  dwelled  on  long  .  “  we’ll  find  our  way  back  ,  there  must  be  a  way  .  “

[fcxglcves]

chrrysblssms​:

special delivery for @fcxglcves​ !

tink  can’t  help  but  look  over  at  peter  -  she’s  not  quite  used  to  their  afterlife  bodies  .  she  knows  if  he  catches  her  looking  ,  he’ll  just  tease  her  relentlessly  .  which  is  exactly  why  she  doesn’t  keep  her  eyes  on  him  for  too  long  .  she  still  couldn’t  wrap  her  head  around  being  almost  his  size  .  a  foot  difference  in  height  was  nothing  compared  to  three  feet  .  peter  is  going  on  about  something  ,  and  tink  is  nodding  (  as  she  always  does  )  .  there’s  no  reason  for  her  to  interject  ,  and  she  knows  doing  so  will  only  start  peter  all  over  .  still  ,  she  smiles  .  they  were  slowly  getting  back  to  how  they  used  to  be  (  without  the  wendybird  ,  the  lost  boys  ,  and  her  favorite  outfit  )  .  it  was  nice  .  calming  .  reassuring  .

it's  a  story  she  has  probably  heard  ,  if  peter  were  to  even  realize  this  ,  he  could  confidently  agree  tink  had  heard  this  story  four  times  --  minimum  .  yet  ,  his  body  rests  on  the  edge  of  the  chair  ,  urging  him  to  perch  on  it  as  he  moves  his  hands  dramatically  with  each  word  .  "  and  then  --  the  hawk  swoops  down  .  "  his  hands    '  swoop  '  ,  almost  resembling  the  hawk  he  speaks  of  ,  offering  a  visual  cue  as  peter  pan  did  best  .  if  he  had  not  been  aware  of  his  own  environment  ,  the  boy  could  swear  (  up  and  down  and  over  the  heart  )  that  he  was  back  in  neverland  ,  his  feet  swinging  from  an  occupied  tree  branch  as  tink  listened  intently  ,  the  smallest  flutter  of  her  wings  at  his  ear  .  "  and  then  i  ducked  ,  --  but  he  almost  got  me  ,  the  mermaids  even  said  so  .  imagine  !  "