Oh,

Wendy Darling. Librarian. Writer. “You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.”

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“I’m not sure,” she said, looking down at her shoes. Her ugly, three seasons old shoes. Aurelie raised her eyes back to the woman. “What about a fiction book? Something about princesses?” Maybe an escape from reality wouldn’t be that bad. 

“Well, there aren’t too many novels like that I’m afraid.” Wendy replied, biting her lip. “I do however have an old book of fairytales that is bound to have some princess stories in it if you’re interested. Otherwise I might have to go for something a bit more juvenile.”

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30 Day Disney Sound/Visual Challenge!  

Day 1: Favorite Opening Line

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Unlike Me || Tsukiko & Wendy

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Tsuki remained unmoving, her eyes never leaving the girl in front of her. The girl was easily intimidated by her presence which filled her with an odd sense of joy. It was pleasing to know that she hadn’t lost her touch, especially in circumstances such as this.

“A librarian who likes to write little stories on the side.” She repeated in a mocking tone. Pushing herself off the wall, Tsuki approached the woman once again and grinned now at her. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you can’t just come here and click your little camera for free. There’s a price to be paid. I thought everyone knew that.” She teased, her grin turning vicious. 

In truth, she didn’t believe the girl when she said she wasn’t a reporter. She appeared to be hiding something, but of course that could be because she was scared. “Tell me about your little story. Maybe it’s something I would be interested in?”

“Yes,” Wendy affirmed, finally letting go of the camera and allowing it to hang lifeless around her neck. There was no beauty to be captured with this woman, no tiny moment to shine. She was something cruel and uncaptured. Her edges were sharper than what the frame was willing to depict. 

Her eyebrows rose on their own accord, her lips pressed into a thin line. “That doesn’t make any sense, this area, this air doesn’t belong to anybody. What price needs to be paid for taking a photo? And to whom? “ If this was a method of jest Wendy did not take to it one bit. Her posture was rigid and her hands slightly clenched in irritation by her sides. “Obviously not everyone knew that, if I’m here questioning it.”

It would wrong to deny that the woman before her seemed powerful, but it would also be wrong to give her any power over Wendy. “Tell you a story?” She repeated, shifting on her heels. There were many that she had thought of, and few tat she wanted to share. “There once was a boy who never grew old, and he lives in infinite youth, taking children with him  . . . . it’s a stupid idea really. One of the ones I don’t plan on developing. You need more of a story than that?”

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Aurelie turned around to face the woman. “I’m just browsing,” she shrugged. “I don’t really know what I want.” She looked up and down the rows of books. “Do you have any suggestions?” 

Everyone was just browsing, until their fingers hit a spine that struck a chord with them, called to them even. Wendy believed that to find a book you loved was like an untold tradition, it was magic. “Well,” Wendy began, leaning against the book shelf, eyeing the section carefully,” depends on what you were looking for.”

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5/ ∞ reasons i’m gay

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I may not be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen;                     but my love could be.

Savannah Black

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peter pan + 8 traits

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Poisoned Tales Task:  Moodboard

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The Witching Hour: Wendy Darling

There’sa story where Wendy Darling doesn’t grow up but stays behind when her brothers and the lost boys leave Neverland. She has her own adventures and the mermaids laugh the loudest when she’s around. When new boys inevitably arrive, she’s the one to teach them how to fly and how to fight. No one calls her Mother anymore, mothers don’t grin or swipe a pirate’s blood from their face. It’s a nice story, a pleasant one, but it’s not a true one.

There’s a story where Wendy Darling leaves and comes back a few years later. She comes back with hidden scars and blood on her hands but Peter never asks whose it was. She visits the mermaids, shadows dancing on her face and in her heart. She hides a knife in her skirts, and when they come closer to study her changed features, she fillets the fish and roasts them for dinner. It’s a different story and a sad one, but the fairies are not real and she lives in a land that never was and never will be.

There’s a story where Wendy Darling grows up and doesn’t allow kindness to turn her bitter or mad. There’s pixy dust on the back of her neck and she learns how to fly in the real world. When the war comes, she imagines it’s Neverland beneath her metal belly. She grows old and tells wonderful stories to her daughter about crocodiles that swallow clocks, pirates without hands, mermaids with green hair. In the evening, she sits next to the window and imagines ships on the sky, sailing among red and blue clouds. She prefers this story, it’s the one with a proper ending, when she closes her eyes one day, wrinkles on her face, and visits Neverland for the last time.

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“May I help you with something?”

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(ノ・ω・)ノヾ(・ω・ヾ) : Ideal travel partner(s)

WELL, Wendy is very by the book and boring when it comes to traveling. She likes to see the expected sights and do all the quiet touristy things. So her ideal travel partner is someone who is the complete opposite of that. Someone who makes her take risks and creates memories that will last a lifetime. Someone who is so unlike herself that she has no other option but to admire and want to fall in line with their point of view.