Fiery Fae, still burning up inside.
Never be betrayed again, never let the flames die; home is long gone.
Neverland is not meant for little foolish children and sea-faring intruders; he won't let them destroy that world.
He'll gladly see them burn first and light the fires with his own hands.
"You know that place between sleep and awake?
The place where you can still remember dreaming?
It's that moment your mind tries to ease the fear right before you stop breathing."
“Never is an awfully bold word,” Thorn countered with eyes trailing across Callisto as she slunk in and out of the waves with all the grace of an eel. Funny how it was that when he considered the Merfolk he almost always likened them more to serpents in the water than fish; lovely, deadly monsters. More dead lately than they had been in the past, but wasn’t that way of everything in Neverland with all the chaos growing and the chill of cold only starting to break.
Still, she was one of his favorites, had been before the fires, still was even as he walled himself off more after them; perhaps because she wasn’t so entirely all sharp claws as the rest, less likely to the wild notion that the Smallfolk were reasonable enough as a snack. Or at least that was the bold hope Thorn liked to hold to, wanting some echo of connetion with the others who rightfully belonged on the island.
“Now is that because you never play games you can’t win?” He added, still careful to stay out of reach of course, no need in being foolish about it, and hugging the shoreline with the lazy motion of wings keeping in the air. “Or because you never play with people you can’t get your claws into?”
Humor, a bit dark like smoldering ashe anymore, Thorn flashed a smirk that hung at the corners of his lips before allowing himself to draw just an inch closer.
He liked to think he had something of a truce with the occupants of the lagoon; he brought things they could not gather themselves and they kept his home nice and safe above the lagoon. Besides, he’d always been fond of their strange ways, curious to a fault. All the more reason he enjoyed Callisto’s company; she almost reminded him of something playful he’d used to feel himself.
“I’d like to say I never lose either but…most of the games you play I can’t.” Woeful, his tone, and quite the impressive show of that false lamenting since it did seem to ring so honest when he offered it up. “Wings are hardly made for water anymore that fins are made for land.”
Leave it to a Mermaid to ask some strange question; no doubt the species was as curious as his own and normally Thorn found that interesting about them but when he was attempting to accomplish something…it was more bothersome than it was commendable. Case in point; the spot where he was sitting on a rock at the edge of the lagoon with, very literally, a large clam mostly situated in his lap while he worked the rough edge of the shell apart slowly with the edge of a sliver of stone. He hadn’t heard her approach him, sneaky bunch that the Merfolk were, so Thorn counted himself lucky most of them didn’t find drowning the Smallfolk as entertaining as those lumbering giants that kept company with Peter.
“Taking it apart,” it must have been the obvious answer but he spared the look that could have gone with the comment in favor of a passive shrug while he hooked the stone enough under the space where the shell met and pried it a few more centimeters apart.
Also obvious was the fact that when he’d spied the clam at the edge of the rock and hauled it all the way from the water it had nearly returned to and up onto the shelf where he sat there was really no way to carry the bulky object all the way up to his hidden lair in the cliff side.
Ever the opportunist though, Thorn wasn’t going to let both the prospect of a meal and the slight chance there might be a pearl inside that shell pass him up easily even if it meant fighting a battle with the unruly sea creature.
He disliked them, true, but disliked not eating far more so and foraging the forest was going to take more effort than wrestling open that shell.
It wasn’t an obvious recoil, the way his jaw went tense and inwardly that nasty sensation of his stomach knotting up hit Thorn; on the outside he remained perfectly calm unless one just happened to catch the quick blink that marked his breath hitching, brain leaping back into action to bridge over the tiny slip.
Frustrating though, he’d been so pleased with himself and his latest trinket snatched from the decks of the Jolly Roger that mentioning it to Peter had tumbled into a ramble instead while he looked over the stolen coin. Not the most unique find, true, but it had certainly caused a good amount of fuss on deck while the fools threw blame at each other when it went missing.
It was only having a bit of fun, wasn’t it? Not that he had any intentions of returning the coin though, it would end up tucked away in his lair as another trophy taken right from under the noses of those clumsy sea rats.
Thorn was going over the conversation in his mind, desperately searching for whatever he might have tossed in with everything else he’d been carrying on about that might have set Peter off. He really couldn’t afford to be doing something that risky.
That blink turned owlish while he perched on the tree branch near Pan, hands still wrapped around the bulk of the sizable coin and peering at him over the top edge of it with just the picture of innocent confusion. When all else failed…playing dumb at least tended to appeal to peoples’ sense of superiority.
“Ah?” Thorn ventured very carefully, not wanting to confirm that he had said anything yet.
❝ i never lose, darling. ❞
❝ never say that again, you hear me? ❞
❝ you never know what’s going through my mind. ❞
❝ i’ll never stop reminding you of what you did. ❞
❝ you know very well it’ll never last. ❞
❝ you never laugh. ❞
❝ i never said that, what even the fuck are you talking about? ❞
❝ it’s now or never. ❞
❝ you told me you’d never give up. ❞
❝ i never use it, so here, you can have it. ❞
❝ i never thought this day would come. ❞
❝ i’d never hurt you. ❞
❝ god, i’ll never make it. ❞
❝ i’m never sober. ❞
❝ i never deceived you. ❞
❝ shit, i’ve never thought about that before. ❞
❝ never mind, you don’t even care. ❞
❝ i wish we had never met. ❞
❝ i never stopped loving you. ❞
❝ you can never imagine what i went through. ❞
❝ but i never said i was happy. ❞
❝ perhaps you never got that letter… ❞
‘If it doesn’t burn a little what’s the point of playing with fire?’
[Intruders]
Thorn wasn’t always malicious, there was a time when he enjoyed playing games with Peter and his Lost Boys and tormenting the pirates basically meant stealing shiny trinkets from them. Curiosity has always been his strongest vice; in the past he’d throw himself into listening to the boys who did remember talk about what it used to be like in the Other Place; he does feel a bit jealous of the idea that they had lives before.
But the fires that took everything away from him scorched deep into his mind, took most of the youthful playfulness that the fairy used to know and replaced it with a deep burning anger towards anyone who does not rightfully belong in Neverland.
That view is how he generally sees all the Lost Boys, the pirates and anyone else who happens to come to the shores isn’t one of the natives of island itself. They don’t belong there and it’s enough to earn his anger over what they might bring with them. He attempts a degree of begrudging acceptance towards the Lost Boys entirely due to Peter, otherwise he likely wouldn’t be as unforgiving of them as he is of Hook and his lot.
He has to content himself with spinning elaborate and ever more terrifying tales of creatures that lurk the hungry nights of the island; delighting in frightening the boys with all manner of terrors he can think up to share with them in the guise of warnings that leave the poor boys with sleepless nights wondering what sort of demons are waiting to snatch them in the darkness.
Most of the stories are exaggerations of course, or reflections of the sort of horrors the Smallfolk have faced against the Many Eyes and the vicious insects that hunt them but who knows just what sort of grain of truth there might be in some of his tales.
If nothing else the fear it stirs seems to please Peter, and staying in his favor is the easiest way to stay alive for now.
[Chaos]
Most of the Smallfolk are happy to cause trouble in ways that aren’t quite as lasting as Thorn’s efforts, because he truly enjoys the nightmares he causes both to the Lost Boys and directly to the pirates playing with their dreams. There’s nothing that can compare to the nightmare of the fires that his home faced so to him it’s paying that back in small degrees.
While it is rare that anyone earns that much regard, Thorn is willing to give a degree of respect and even friendship to anyone who can match wits with him. He loves when people try, and more so when they meet his high standards; he’s a bit sarcastic and rough at the edges so most people shy away from him too much, or else they only ever believe the false charm he throws at them.
But there is a warmth to Thorn under the surface that few get to see, until they earn it; doing so is without a doubt something that will grant them his friendship.
And that’s nothing to be scoffed at; Thorn is a very loyal and fierce friend when he’s not only offering false friendship for the sake of getting what he wants.
Long before Thorn took up trying to destroy the pirates he actually did hold some fascination over them. Like most any of the Smallfolk, he is very curious by nature and the pirates represented something that he couldn’t understand. He could spend time with Peter and the Lost Boys, learning more about them along the way, but the pirates were an entirely different sort of creature. Even more appealing was how forbidden it was to get too close to those mysterious creatures; Peter only ever really allowed in when there was some battle between them and himself and Thorn was too wary to venture into things like that.
He did want to learn about them, as with most everything he’s always hungry to learn more, but before he could really discover much the devastating loss of his home due to the fires the pirates started turned them from interesting speculation to full out monsters in his eyes.
As his anger towards them has barely even begun to tame down he’s learned, however, that getting close enough to them to really cause them misery requires more than just an outright attack; Thorn has become very sneaky in his efforts to gain access to both the ship and the people on it.
He would love to really cause some damage to them, some terrible loss, but he’s learned in time that letting his temper run too hot only ruins his own plans, so he’s very careful now, most of the time. It does still get the better of him now and then, but just as much time is spent now trying to lure Hook and his bunch into thinking him harmless as it is working out plans to cause them chaos when he can do so without getting caught.
[Uneasy Alliances]
Thorn’s relationship with Peter is a complicated one, the biggest part of it is due to Tinkerbell and his attempts to stay close to her but more and more as time passes his views of Peter grow darker because he knows that Peter only wants to play games with the pirates and will not allow him to destroy them. The fact that Peter doesn’t see how dangerous they are to Neverland and what they ruined by being there is a constant source of frustration to Thorn. He keeps it in check well enough and has accepted, even if he doesn’t want to, for the time being he’s stuck holding back because Peter says so and he does offer a degree of protection from the dangers that the remaining fairies are exposed to now that their home is gone.
On some equally difficult level for him is the awareness that Peter himself had a part in that loss; his tempting the fools into trying to kill the Many Eyes with the fires was what led to so much destruction. For now he still tells himself that Peter never meant for things to get out of hand so badly but that conviction has become weaker and weaker as the fairy has noticed Peter’s lack of self control.
Thorn acts very much the part of the loyal supporter to Peter because he knows that the lands are connected to his mood and the happier Peter is the better shape Neverland is in, so he’s every bit encouraging of whatever game Pan wants to play, equally supportive of his whims when they turn dark since more often than not those moments weed out some of the strangers who do not rightfully belong on the island in the first place.
His adoration for Tinkerbell is no secret and never has been, truthfully he still feels that very strongly but some of the shine is beginning to wear off of it while he sees time and again how she would rather side with one of the big folk than her own kind. To Thorn there’s simply something uncomfortable about Tinkerbell’s adoration of Peter, and he is a bit jealous of the attention she gives Pan, yes, but there are time’s he’s also jealous of the attention Peter gives her so he’s never exactly certain what bothers him more about the dynamic between them or his own place within it.
He certainly wants to be important to her, he also wants to be important to Peter but the latter so often gets mixed up in head when he feels that twinge of anger towards Pan that it’s very confusing.
He keeps telling himself that Tinkerbell does it to protect all of them and keep and Peter’s good graces but that’s a lie he’s beginning to believe less and less as time goes by and he watches her fawn over Pan.
[Lighting Fires]
Lately one of Thorn’s favorites games has been to try to stir chaos in Peter’s ranks and put the boys against each other to see if he can break their ranks . He loves to plant ideas in their heads and make them think it their own, loves to point out little faults and flaws in the things that Peter does to see just how much he can untangle the loyalties all around, so long as he can stay directly out of the blame for it.
While he would never be bold enough himself to directly challenge Peter, more and more Thorn is beginning to wonder if he can’t give a few of the boys a little nudge to see if he can make things dissolve.
The notion has crossed his mind on a few occasions that if one of the big folk can have that much sway over Neverland maybe one day there’s going to be a way to replace Peter with someone more suitable.
Some of Pan’s new boys aren’t the weak, young ones he used to bring to the island. These new boys are older, some not nearly as powerful as Pan, no, but not powerless either. The one called Rufio has caught his attention the most; the unpredictable boy is dangerous, fiery, and might just be easy enough to manipulate to push even Peter out of his role of leader; Neverland favors the strongest and perhaps there is a way to strike a deal with the powers of the island if he can offer it someone better than Pan.
[Marked by Magic]
Due to a great deal of his magic being based on fire there’s always a hint of smokey scent to him, his fingertips hurting usually marred with ashes just as the tips of his wings are. He’s quite literally hot blooded, running a few degrees higher in body temperature than most of the other fairies, and he absolutely detests the water. This does put him at odds with the Merfolk but aside from some lighthearted teasing towards them he leaves them alone as he still views them as a natural part of Neverland and thus deserving his respect.
Water can’t really hurt him directly, but it certainly does put him in a horrible mood to get soaked, and his fire-related magic doesn’t tend to work so well until he dries back off.
Probably the most resounding damage his own magic has done to him, thanks entirely to the fact that he stayed so wrapped up in that anger for too long and let the fire burn too brightly inside him, are his eyes.
Thorn was born with an almost snowy-blue gaze, a vivid hue like most of the Smallfolk show bright colors in their eyes. But his magic grew stronger as he began to use blood to build the power behind it and there was really too much for him to control.
He has a form of heterochromia; his left eye still being his natural blue but the right now an intense golden yellow hue.
It’s something that annoys him a great deal, something of a mark of his own mistakes and lack of control, and while most of the Smallfolk know not to tempt the idea of getting him upset at mentioning it, when people do it sparks up that fire in his blood and sets Thorn into a fit.
[Blood and Poison]
Being small is not something Thorn during considers to be a disadvantage; it just means that he can get into spots that other people can’t. It also means that he can sneak up on his enemies far easier than they can him. He favors sharp weapons and very quiet ones, knives are all well and good but he’s rather skilled with the bows he makes from time to time as well. He’s also taken to trying to craft poisons from blood magic to coat his weapons with when he uses them.
He gathers the most vicious of plants around the island and carefully works to figure out new ways to use their sap for those poisons; often testing them on the Lost Boys if Peter will let him sneak by with doing it, or the pirates if he can get close enough.
He’s yet to have developed anything strong enough to kill outright but he does have some nasty little concoctions that render people out of their right minds, cause hallucinations or stark fear, or even paralyze them for short amounts of time.
He keeps his concoctions in what amounts to his new home; a small cavern tucked away between the rocks of a cliff overlooking Mermaid Lagoon. Really the only way to distinguish it from any other spots in the mossy front of the rocks is the edges of burnt foliage around the entrance but it’s very difficult to detect it and nearly impossible to reach without the benefit of wings.
Living directly above the water was something he thought foolish at first, until he realized that the Merfolk provided a sort of protection from outsiders with their tendency to devour or drown those who wander into their home.
His home itself is decorated with trinkets he’s stolen from Hook and his crew, things he takes great pride in having taken from them. Plus he’s always loved shiny things and the color of gold and the other rich earthy hues much of what the pirates own have; it’s all the more amusing to watch them scramble trying to locate some beloved object, knowing he’s hidden it away in his own little haven.
[Learning Curve]
Due to the fact that he’s never left the island, very often when new boys show up the manner of speaking they bring with them is odd to Thorn. While they come without memory of their pasts their language remains intact, something that Thorn has come to see as a very interesting side to them.
As each one brings new slang words and the like so much of it is too new for the fairy and while his natural gifts allow him to understand the words and what they mean some of them are very baffling as to why they mean such things.
With as often as their language changes he can hardly make sense of how humans keep up with it, but studying the new words that the boys bring with them has become something to occupy his time when he’s not busy otherwise.
And really it only stirs that internal want he has to see the world outside of Neverland but that’s something that has only been granted to Tinkerbell and he can’t imagine that’s going to change.
[Dead of Winter]
The recent winter across Neverland has been extremely difficult for Thorn. Cold weather makes him sluggish and weaker so he has suffered a great deal trying to survive as the island has been frozen, at times only barely managing to do so. During the endless winter much of it he spent asleep, not fully aware and not resting either; just barely alive enough to pull out of that forced hibernation of sorts when the cold began to break.
It’s not really certain one way or another if the intense cold might be enough itself to kill him but it’s certainly enough to put in him in a pitiful state of being unable to function if he does get cold enough.
Now that winter is finally breaking up he’s becoming stronger and getting back to himself but the fear is rooted in him that if another frozen spell comes over the island he might not be able to survive it.
Thorn wasn't always malicious, there was a time when he enjoyed playing games with Peter and his Lost Boys and tormenting the Pirates basically meant stealing shiny trinkets from them. The fires that took everything away from him scorched deep into his mind, took most of the youthful playfulness that the fairy used to know and replaced it with a deep burning anger towards anyone who does not rightfully belong in Neverland.
That view is how he generally sees all the Lost Boys, the pirates and anyone else who happens to come to the shores isn't one of the natives of island itself. They don't belong there and it's enough to earn his anger over what they might bring with them. He attempts a degree of begrudging acceptance towards the Lost Boys entirely due to Peter, otherwise he likely wouldn't be as unforgiving of them as he is of Hook and his lot.
He has to content himself with spinning elaborate and ever more terrifying tales of creatures that lurk the hungry nights of the island; delighting in frightening the boys with all manner of terrors he can think up to share with them in the guise of warnings that leave the poor boys with sleepless nights wondering what sort of demons are waiting to snatch them in the darkness.
Most of the stories are exaggerations of course, or reflections of the short of horrors the Smallfolk have faced against the Many Eyes and the vicious insects that hunt them but who knows just what sort of grain of truth there might be in some of his tales.
If nothing else the fear it stirs seems to please Peter, and staying in his favor is the easiest way to stay alive for now.
Most of the Smallfolk are happy to cause trouble in ways that aren't quite as lasting as Thorn’s efforts, because he truly enjoys the nightmares he causes both to the Lost Boys and directly to the pirates playing with their dreams. There's nothing that can compare to the nightmare of the fires that his home faced so to him it's paying that back in small degrees.
While it is rare that anyone earns that much regard, Thorn is willing to give a degree of respect and even friendship to anyone who can match wits with him. He loves when people try, and more so when they meet his high standards; he’s a bit sarcastic and rough at the edges so most people shy away from him too much, or else they only ever believe the false charm he throws at them.
But there is a warmth to Thorn under the surface that few get to see, until they earn it; doing so is without a doubt something that will grant them his friendship.
And that’s nothing to be scoffed at; Thorn is a very loyal and fierce friend when he’s not only offering false friendship for the sake of getting what he wants.
Long before Thorn took up trying to destroy the pirates he actually did hold some fascination over them. Like most any of the Smallfolk, he is very curious by nature and the pirates represented something that he couldn’t understand. He could spend time with Peter and the Lost Boys, learning more about them along the way, but the pirates were an entirely different sort of creature. Even more appealing was how forbidden it was to get too close to those mysterious creatures; Peter only ever really allowed in when there was some battle between them and himself and Thorn was too wary to venture into things like that.
He did want to learn about them, as with most everything he's always hungry to learn more, but before he could really discover much the devastating loss of his home due to the fires the pirates started turned them from interesting speculation to full out monsters in his eyes.
As his anger towards them has barely even begun to tame down he's learned, however, that getting close enough to them to really cause them misery requires more than just an outright attack; Thorn has become very sneaky in his efforts to gain access to both the ship and the people on it.
He would love to really cause some damage to them, some terrible loss, but he's learned in time that letting his temper run too hot only ruins his own plans, so he's very careful now, most of the time. It does still get the better of him now and then, but just as much time is spent now trying to lure Hook and his bunch into thinking him harmless as it is working out plans to cause them chaos when he can do so without getting caught.
Thorn’s relationship with Peter is a complicated one, the biggest part of it is due to Tinkerbell and his attempts to stay close to her but more and more as time passes his views of Peter grow darker because he knows that Peter only wants to play games with the pirates and will not allow him to destroy them. The fact that Peter doesn't see how dangerous they are to Neverland and what they ruined by being there is a constant source of frustration to Thorn. He keeps it in check well enough and has accepted, even if he doesn't want to, for the time being he’s stuck holding back because Peter says so and he does offer a degree of protection from the dangers that the remaining fairies are exposed to now that their home is gone.
On some equally difficult level for him is the awareness that Peter himself had a part in that loss; his tempting the fools into trying to kill the Many Eyes with the fires was what led to so much destruction. For now he still tells himself that Peter never meant for things to get out of hand so badly but that conviction has become weaker and weaker as the fairy has noticed Peter’s lack of self control.
Thorn acts very much the part of the loyal supporter to Peter because he knows that the lands are connected to his mood and the happier Peter is the better shape Neverland is in, so he's every bit encouraging of whatever game Pan wants to play, equally supportive of his whims when they turn dark since more often than not those moments weed out some of the strangers who do not rightfully belong on the island in the first place.
His adoration for Tinkerbell is no secret and never has been, truthfully he still feels that very strongly but some of the shine is beginning to wear off of it while he sees time and again how she would rather side with one of the big folk than her own kind. To Thorn there’s simply something uncomfortable about Tinkerbell’s adoration of Peter, and he is a bit jealous of the attention she gives Pan, yes, but there are time’s he’s also jealous of the attention Peter gives her so he’s never exactly certain what bothers him more about the dynamic between them or his own place within it.
He certainly wants to be important to her, he also wants to be important to Peter but the latter so often gets mixed up in head when he feels that twinge of anger towards Pan that it’s very confusing.
He keeps telling himself that Tinkerbell does it to protect all of them and keep and Peter's good graces but that's a lie he’s beginning to believe less and less as time goes by and he watches her fawn over Pan.
Lately one of Thorn’s favorites games has been to try to stir chaos in Peter's ranks and put the boys against each other to see if he can break their ranks . He loves to plant ideas in their heads and make them think it their own, loves to point out little faults and flaws in the things that Peter does to see just how much he can untangle the loyalties all around, so long as he can stay directly out of the blame for it.
While he would never be bold enough himself to directly challenge Peter, more and more Thorn is beginning to wonder if he can't give a few of the boys a little nudge to see if he can make things dissolve.
The notion has crossed his mind on a few occasions that if one of the big folk can have that much sway over Neverland maybe one day there's going to be a way to replace Peter with someone more suitable.
Some of Pan’s new boys aren’t the weak, young ones he used to bring to the island. These new boys are older, some not nearly as powerful as Pan, no, but not powerless either.
Peter doesn’t care as much now how the island suffers and Thorn is starting to lose faith in even Tinkerbell’s assurance that the boy is going to keep them all safe.
Due to a great deal of his magic being based on fire there's always a hint of smokey scent to him, his fingertips hurting usually marred with ashes just as the tips of his wings are. He's quite literally hot blooded, running a few degrees higher in body temperature than most of the other fairies, and he absolutely detests the water. This does put him at odds with the Merfolk but aside from some lighthearted teasing towards them he leaves them alone as he still views them as a natural part of Neverland and thus deserving his respect.
Water can’t really hurt him directly, but it certainly does put him in a horrible mood to get soaked, and his fire-related magic doesn’t tend to work so well until he dries back off.
Probably the most resounding damage his own magic has done to him, thanks entirely to the fact that he stayed so wrapped up in that anger for too long and let the fire burn too brightly inside him, are his eyes.
Thorn was born with an almost snowy-blue gaze, soft and a vivid hue like most of the Smallfolk show bright colors in their eyes. But as his magic grew stronger as he began to use blood to build the power behind it there was really too much for him to control.
He has a form of heterochromia; his left eye still being his natural blue but the right now an intense golden yellow hue.
It’s something that annoys him a great deal, something of a mark of his own mistakes and lack of control, and while most of the Smallfolk know not to tempt the idea of getting him upset at mentioning it when people do it sparks up that fire in his blood and sets Thorn into a fight of rather verbal irritation.
Being small is not something Thorn during considers to be a disadvantage; it just means that he can get into spots that other people can't. It also means that he can sneak up on his enemies far easier than they can him. He favors sharp weapons and very quiet ones, knives are all well and good but he’s rather skilled with the bows he makes from time to time as well. He's also taken to trying to craft poisons from blood magic to coat his weapons with when he uses them.
He gathers the most vicious of plants around the island and carefully works to figure out new ways to use their sap for those poisons; often testing them on the Lost Boys if Peter will let him sneak by with doing it, or the pirates if he can get close enough.
He’s yet to have developed anything strong enough to kill outright but he does have some nasty little concoctions that render people out of their right minds, cause hallucinations or stark fear, or even paralyze them for short amounts of time.
He keeps his concoctions in what amounts to his new home; a small cavern tucked away between the rocks of a cliff overlooking Mermaid Lagoon. Really the only way to distinguish it from any other spots in the mossy front of the rocks is the edges of burnt foliage around the entrance but it's very difficult to detect it and nearly impossible to reach without the benefit of wings.
Living directly above the water was something he thought foolish at first, until he realized that the Merfolk provided a sort of protection from outsiders with their tendency to devour or drown those who wander into their home.
His home itself is decorated with trinkets he’s stolen from Hook and his crew, things he takes great pride in having taken from them. Plus he’s always loved shiny things and the color of gold and the other rich earthy hues much of what the pirates own have; it’s all the more amusing to watch them scramble trying to locate some beloved object, knowing he’s hidden it away in his own little haven.
Due to the fact that he’s never left the island, very often when new boys show up the manner of speaking they bring with them is odd to Thorn. While they come without memory of their pasts their language remains intact, something that Thorn has come to see as a very interesting side to them.
As each one brings new slang words and the like so much of it is too new for the fairy and while his natural gifts allow him to understand the words and what they mean some of them are very baffling as to why they mean such things.
With as often and their language changes he can hardly make sense of how humans keep up with it, but studying the new words that the boys bring with them has become something to occupy his time when he’s not busy otherwise.
And really it only stirs that internal want he has to see the world outside of Neverland but that’s something that has only been granted to Tinkerbell and he can’t imagine that’s going to change.
The recent winter across Neverland has been extremely difficult for Thorn. Cold weather makes him sluggish and weaker so he has suffered a great deal trying to survive as the island has been frozen, at times only barely managing to do so. During the endless winter much of it he spent asleep, not fully aware and not resting either; just barely alive enough to pull out of that forced hibernation of sorts when the cold began to break.
It's not really certain one way or another if the intense cold might be enough itself to kill him but it's certainly enough to put in him in a pitiful state of being unable to function if he does get cold enough.
Now that winter is finally breaking up he's becoming stronger and getting back to himself but the fear is rooted him that if another frozen spell comes over the island he might not be able to survive it.
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