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A large grin spilled across his freckled face as he tucked his red hair behind his pointed ears. "Really."

"A pirate you say? Well I know an entire island full of pirates and madmen!"

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"A pirate you say? Well I know an entire island full of pirates and madmen!"

"Excuse me, miss. But are you lost? You look llke you are either lost, or you are looking for something."

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"Excuse me, miss. But are you lost? You look llke you are either lost, or you are looking for something."

{♡} "If anyone was to, um, dress as the Mad Hatter, or a Pirate, and come sweep me off my feet, I’d give them anything they wanted. Because um, crazy men in hats with tea, and ones with swords are.. kinda my thing. I should stop talking."

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"I need some more Devils...I wonder where I should look. I need children that are lost, abandoned, and/or left behind. Hmmm...."

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Peter watched the boy jump, a smile playing on his lips as the fifth tumbled for a moment and the pipe fell away. 'Good. Get rid of those things, sober the lad up a bit. It might make it easier to take him' He put on his best apologetic look as he walked closer to the teen. "Oh! My bad! I didn't mean to startle you!" He held up his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "My name's Peter. Whats yours?"

Never-Ever-Land || Peter Pan || Elliott Salas

"Jesus Christ!"

Elliott jumped and shuddered at the sudden speech from this stranger, his pipe clanging along the roof and tumbling into the eavestrough, the fifth in his hand falling over and pouring the liquid onto the shingles.  

"Christ, man," he said, trying to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat, "you scared the fuck out of me."  He looked the man over, his deep brown eyes scanning the….man? before him.  ”Who are you?” he asked, setting the rum upright and snuggling it between his legs.

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"Why are you in such a hurry to abandon your youth? The weight of the world will be on your shoulders soon enough, then you'll yearn for these days. What I wouldn't do to have one carefree day of my youth back."

-The Lady (from The Child Thief by Brom)

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The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

Brom, The Child Thief.  (via impalas-and-apple-pies)

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Disney vs. 7 early fairytales 

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Peter circles the boy, leaping from branch to branch gracefully. Silently he lands on his feet and stand behind the newcomer. "Are you lost?" He chuckles.

        —; Noah has no idea where he is, except in a forest. Fingers curl around his sleeves, twisting around to get a look at his surroundings. “Is anyone there? Hello?”

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And bad things sure as shit do happen to good people and for the most part the world just doesn’t give a crap.

Gerald Brom, The Child Thief  (via angel-of-silence)

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Does intoxication disable him from going willingly? Would it still count? The Child Thief sat back for a moment, pondering if this boy would still work. Fuck, you don't have time. Just go for it. If he can't go, he can't go. With that thought, Peter jumped down from the tree, landing nearly silently on the roof. "Hey." A devilish grin lit up his face as he walked closer to his prey.

Never-Ever-Land || Peter Pan || Elliott Salas

After the smoke mixed with the rum in his belly, Elliott slowly exhaled, watching the tentacles of white dance upward along the sky.  A small breeze pulled the smoke away, and for a moment, Elliott wished he was a fleck of burnt ash that went with it.  

You have trig homework, asshole.

His brain prodded him back into the reality that he was currently trying to escape.  Balancing the pipe on his thigh, the boy took another swig of his father’s liquor, squinting at the buzz in his brain.  He again peered over the Pasadena neighborhood, focusing on the sandy shoreline in the far distance.  

Go.  What’s stopping you?  Are you scared of Dad?  Or mom?  Don’t be a pussy.  Go.

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Crouched in a tree, silently stalking his prey, Peter sat. Anxiously awaiting the right time to approach the boy. He could practically smell the boredom and pain from his newest target. He tugged his hoodie around his face, he didn't need the boy seeing his pointed ears, he needed to gain his trust first and foremost. Wild yellow eyes locked onto the prey, watching as the boy took a swig from the bitter liquid, and chased it down with the harsh smoke. The child thief shook his head, so much pain, and it hasn't even begun yet. He frowned and leaned forward, devilish grin on his freckled face.

Never-Ever-Land || Peter Pan || Elliott Salas

Elliott opened his window, peering out into the night sky with a huff.  Tomorrow was another day of waking up at 6:30 am, eating breakfast with his dad and siblings, arguing over the bathroom with his sister, finishing up the last of his homework, and rushing back downstairs calling “shotgun!” all the way to his father’s car.  It had been the same for years, except every so often a new brother or sister would enter the equation.  At first, Elliott reveled in the fact that he was the eldest of the Salas clan; but after awhile, it became dull and almost like a chore.  

Sliding out his window, the eldest Salas swung his bag onto the roof, then pulled himself up the downspout and onto the dark shingles.  The moon hung in the sky as a tiny sliver, the stars small holes in the navy sheet that covered the sky, palm trees silhouetted onyx against the last pink and yellow remnants of the day.  Fishing in his bag, the boy pulled out the fifth of Morgan and a small bag of marijuana.  He twisted the cap and took a long pull of the bitter liquid that he stole from his father’s cabinet, grimacing as the spiced burn trickled down his chest and settled into his stomach.  Elliott fetched his glass pipe given to him by his uncle, sprinkled some green in the bowl, and flicked flame over it, inhaling the herbal smoke deeply.

There has to be more out there than this…..  

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grayfaced has entered the mist

Golden eyes flickered, searching for the owner of the footsteps. The child thief brushed wild red hair from his freckled face as he watched and waited.

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littlenoahanderson has entered the mist

The freckled boy turns around, brushing the red hair from his face. His wild yellow eyes searching for the new blood.

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The golden eyed boy watched the young girl, quietly stalking her. "Excuse me," He finally whispered as he walked over to her, "what is wrong?"

"—-…" She’s just going to stay quiet and not say anything, that always works, right?

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Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

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