What would you do if Peter tried to give you a thimble?
I- what? If he even has a thimble, I’d be surprised. He’s more the daggers type.
(OOC: I know what you were asking nonny, but in the OUAT verse, Wendy and Peter don’t have the “thimble” conversation they do in the 2003 movie. They should have- her answer would be very different! :P )
“Of all the delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed.” -J.M. Barrie
Well, it’s quite a funny story, really. You see, when I first came to Neverland, I held onto the Shadow while it flew towards the shore, but it dropped me eventually. Still, I thought that I could fly on my own, if I only just believed hard enough- so I threw my arms out to the side and tried. Of course, I didn’t know about pixie dust then. Since I thought I could fly on my own, the nickname “bird” stuck.
It stuck even harder the first time I tried to break the rules and Pan put me in a cage.
You won't even recognize your brothers, Wendy. They've grown up without you.
As much as it hurts me to say, I know that’s true. It’s a wound I’m not sure that will ever heal, because our relationships could never be the same. I’m their older sister- and yet I’m not.
Do you think you'd miss anyone from Neverland if Pan does decided to let you go?
Yes. I’ve spent...quite a long time here, and I’ve become close to the Boys and Tink. Maybe the relationships are different from what you’d expect, but they matter to me. I think I would miss everyone, especially Felix and Tink- but I’d even miss Pan himself.
Meta Question: What have you heard of the Dark One?
Only what a few Lost Boys told me of Him. He’s...a bit of a nastier fairy story than I used to tell my brothers when I was little. I focused mostly on pirates and princes then.
The Boys say that once upon a time, long ago, a good spirit once committed an unforgivable deed. The spirit was flooded with darkness, and that spirit has since possessed many people. Those people possessed by the spirit, while possessed, are known as the “Dark One.”
The Boys told me that the Dark One is more shadow than man. As the shadow takes hold of its host, the Dark One’s appearance changes, becoming more and more like an animal than a person. Scales...discolored...almost lizard-like.
But, because the Dark One is made of shadows and darkness, He doesn’t fear the darkness- and so He doesn’t need to sleep. He can’t be killed, and He knows magic. No one taught Him...he simply knows all. He is cruel, and selfish, and those who deal with His darkness live to regret it- if they live at all.
I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!
Yes! Tink’s a good friend and a good fairy. I’ve always believed in her. She deserves better than what that Blue Fairy did.
(OOC: We don’t have a Tinkerbell in our group yet, so Wendy’s perceptions and their friendship may change when we do have one. Wendy and I would both love a Tinkerbell!)
Oh come now my little bird, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were disappointed to see me but we both know that isn’t true, don’t we? Chin up, love, I’m back. This should be cause enough for a celebration. I command you to be happy, smile or I shall humor that look of disgust on your face and give you something to REALLY to pout about. How does rubbing Felix’s smelly feet sound?
Wendy paused and closed her eyes, internally warring with herself. She hated, absolutely hated, when Peter was right. Though it had to be happen, every once in a while, after years of knowing each other. Despite herself, despite everything, she was inexplicably drawn to Pan. She couldn’t quite claim to enjoy his presence, particularly when he was telling her what to do, but she also couldn’t honestly say she liked it when he was away.
And then, of course, there were her brothers to think about.
Accordingly, Wendy smiled (though a hint of defiance remained in her eyes), retorting, “Felix’s feet can’t be any worse than yours.”
Curiosity resurfacing despite herself (it was this trait, it seemed, that remained constant from who she had been), she asked, “Where’d you go? To find new Lost Ones?”
Wendy stood in the window of her treehouse, her shadow stretching out behind her. The lamps burned low and yellow, but she kept her eyes fixed on the stars in Neverland. If one looked at her face, she could have been the same girl who waited at the window so long ago. The same girl who longed for magic, and stories, and adventure- to be a heroine of her own story in the most wondrous of ways.
Well, she’d certainly gotten more magic and adventure than she’d bargained for.
The girl she had been had a heart so great she would help a stranger she’d never known, sneaking food to Bae (while he hid in her house until her mother had invited him to stay)- and perhaps more fatally, returning to Neverland intending to save him without a second thought as to what would happen to her in exchange.
Wendy had been trapped in Neverland ever since, years passing by (for time ran so differently in Neverland) while her face remained the same. Though her appearance was frozen whenever she stared at her reflection in the faded mirror, it was her eyes that gave away the truth. Neverland might preserve her youth, but it also took something from her: pieces of her heart. Pieces of her soul. Pieces of the life an adult her would have lived.
In order to survive, the girl who once waited in the window had learned to wield a weapon in the shadows. She’d learned to like having dirt under her fingernails and wind in her hair. She tried not to- oh, how she had tried -but sometimes, she even liked the wildness of Neverland. She even liked the Lost Boys.
Wendy had always cared for her brothers, and cared for Baelfire in the brief time she’d known him. Some of that affection was transferred to the Lost Boys once she’d realized she was likely never going to leave Neverland. Especially when she realized she would likely never see her brothers again, despite Peter’s promise to keep them alive. Wendy felt terribly for the Boys when they cried during the night, and sometimes she’d stay awake to do her best to comfort them. Wendy could never replace their parents, but she could offer some distraction and friendship, at least.
As for Peter himself, Wendy found him alternately infuriating and intriguing. He was undeniably clever, and could be incredibly charming when he wanted to be, but then he’d do something to put a crack in his facade. It made her question things, for if Wendy had to craft parts of her personality to live in Neverland, she often wondered what Peter had changed about himself to reside there. Who had he been before he was the impossible being he was now? Did he have the same doubts she did? Was she eventually going to end up like him, some volatile caricature of who she used to be with occasional flashes of empathy? What was it even like, to put no one else before yourself? Was it as freeing and addictive and wonderful as Peter made it seem? Was it as heady as it felt in the few moments she let herself be tempted by it? But still, though Wendy might be tempted by the concept of losing herself to Neverland, she’d yet to fully give in- yet to fully give up that small piece of her heart containing a semblance of conscience for those she cared for.
Perhaps it was that, at least, that kept her human.
Does your Pan have Felix? If someone applies for the part can they para together?
We don’t have Felix right now but we’d love to have him in the group! Yeah, since they’re both in Neverland, you and our Pan could do some paras if you wanted.
OH MY GOSH!!!! Peter would die to have a Felix come and join him!!! Whoever sent this in, you are more than welcome to send in an application because Peter REALLY needs a Felix or any other Neverland character that you or someone you might know would be interested in bringing to life. Neverland needs more characters! Application link is located here! If you have any questions the mods of askouathq would be happy to answer any and all concerns or inquiries you might have. :)
Much like Peter, my relationship with Felix is...complicated. If Peter is like blazing fire, Felix is like the embers left over afterwards. If Peter is an enigma, Felix is more human. I think Felix actually has feelings and a heart somewhere in there. Peter...I’m not so sure anymore.
From what I can tell, Felix is very loyal to those he considers as his brothers- the Lost Boys. He has unfailingly faith in Pan as his leader. He’s also an excellent hunter, but he seems to get a perverse enjoyment out of using his club.
We talk sometimes, though it’s not well-known.
(OOC note from the mun: We don’t have a Felix in our group yet, so Wendy’s perceptions of Felix may change if/when one applies and that mun and I explore the dynamic more. There’s just so much left unexplored by the canon).
Does Peter force you to participate in games with the lost boys?
Yes. I might not always win the games, but I at least know enough to try. Sometimes my methods surprise Peter. i think that’s part of the reason he keeps me around- it keeps things interesting for him.