lostpan

[lostpan]

Lost Girl | Peter Pan.

Word count: 710

Warnings: None

Summary: A bothersome Pan discovers you crying.

“Staring out at the ocean isn’t the solution; it’ll only increase your desire to leave.” The familiar, strident voice publicised his entry. His smug expression coated his features as he took an alarming step closer to your hostile figure. You remained with your back fronting him, frozen in place as you maintained to gaze out at the murky waters. “You need to stop moping about and learn to value this land instead of loathing it. Nobody is going to appreciate the company of a wet blanket.” Pan uttered, observing you with great distaste.

“What is there to value other than gritty muck and trees?” You retorted crudely, refusing to look at the arrogant adolescent.

He elevated an eyebrow, amused by your sudden surge of confidence. He inched closer towards you, faltering as you soon grazed shoulders. “You may as well get used to it, laddie, it’s not as if you’re leaving anytime soon.” Pan prompted, following your gaze. He scoffed abruptly, turning to you. “Well, not by my watch, at least.”

“It’s not as if I had a choice being here, all was unavoidable.” Your brittle voice recalled, irritation intensifying as you proceed to clench your aching fists. Your eyes swiftly drop to your feet, mortified by your presented sensitivity. His burning gaze grew uncomfortable.

“There’s a reason we don’t allow girls here.” He spoke after a long-winded silence.

“Oh-?” You reply, head rising inquisitively, motioning for him to elaborate.

Recognising your clear curiosity, he sneered. He picked at his fingernails in a procrastinating matter; knowing of your mounting impatience. “You reek of weakness. A boy wears fear like a coat of armour. That’s the difference between you and I.” The harsh boy begun. “Crying doesn’t resolve anything; it just drives you to the realisation of how completely cowardly you truly are.” He paused, lightly swiping the singular tear spouting down your cheek. Pan only grinned tauntingly, flicking the wetness off his fingertips unsympathetically. “Tell me, how many more tears will it take until you ride off the edge of the cliff, into a pitiful pool of insanity?”

You grit your teeth, his insensitivity enraging you. A silence reoccurred, him causing you to sputter over your words. Not giving him the pleasure of your fury, you responded calmly; a tone of flatness in your voice. “I suppose we all cope with our issues in different ways.” You commenced, confusing him. “I mean, look at yourself; a sad, juvenile boy too afraid of the complexity of adulthood.” You bitterly laughed. “A real tragedy.”

His familiar smirk reappeared, and he rotated to the direction of the forest, launching his leave. “There’ll be a feast tonight, in celebration of our new arrival.” Pan evoked, unaffected by your insult.

You sighed, aware of his menacing plans. “The Saviour’s son.”

He stopped in his tracks, facing you. “A clever one, aren’t you? I would’ve thought you’d have fish for brains.” He mocked sarcastically. “It’ll be an eventful night, do make an appearance. Oh and, if that wasn’t clear enough; I wasn’t asking nicely.” His spirited expression weakened, altering a more malicious one, sending chills down your spine.

“I think I’d rather stay clear of bothersome boys and shrieking pipes for one night. That music almost burst my eardrums.” You tested, curling your lip impolitely.

Pan’s eyes darkened dauntingly, his chin heightening in an act of declaring his authority. “I don’t believe that was a question. You’re attending whether you like it or not. Be glad I haven’t had you boxed up like that prissy Darling, and appreciate the freedom while it’s still up for the taking.” He advised, failing to hide his frustration.

“Freedom?” You repeat, jeering. In a rage, you charged at him, indignantly striking his chest – in which he effortlessly avoided, snickering at your lack of ability. You snarled, fed up of his ridiculous games. “I’m practically a prisoner. Secluded on an island which I was unwillingly thrown upon, unable to leave-”

“In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.” He gratingly remarked, initiating you to halt immediately. “To simplify that for your empty-headed self; the Island is more desirable than you seem to believe. Give it a chance, Y/N.” He finished, vanishing before you could utter another reply.