✨ @sunllalwaysbethereafterrain. ✧.⁺ Ember Faerie && Lost Windygo.
── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶WINDYGO'S fingers clenched && un-clenched at her sides. pulse drumming to fast for the rhythm of the music. the end of the summer ball. an polished glittering triumph of unity. the auradon crown grand tradition. yet to her it felt like an storm pressing against glass. every smile to sharp unsure if one could trust it as every glance was to heavy. royals looked like jeweled falcons as citizens of auradon && the isle-of-the-lost stuck out sorely. it was to much for her as she was slowly edging backward slowly. each step careful as the distance would free her. only she should have watched where she was going! startled she ran into someone. turning around slightly " i'm so ── so sorry! that wasn't on purpose i swear! you're not hurt are you? "
“But you look very beautiful tonight, daring, why would I ever leave you alone?” Angel smiled, putting her hands on her cheeks. Angel has been watching everyone for a while now but Windy has her linger a little longer then she should’ve. Aside of taking many and many photos of her watching every movement and keeping up with her celebrity appearance. Angel loves staring at people, especially if she knows their history. “So… Windy, how are you doing? I know a ball can get a little overhweming but you seeing a ghost?”
── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶WINDYGO was startled for the second time tonight. as the name struck her like an stone tossed into still water. w i n d y | w e n d y. angel's merged with pan's voice echoed in her ears ── warped ── stretching thin until it was no longer an rippling sound but an trigger.
as her glossy-lips trembled momentarily ── her body had already tried to shape itself to the n a m e. another self. in the kind of way an mirror sometimes showed an stranger's face before ones own. dusty blues taking in angel's smile as her own pupils began to dilate.
they were to close. to knowing. && if she moved back to avoid angel's hand ── she'd be pressed against the suit of armor pans shadow possessed. as she had no choice but to feel the way the others hand cupped her own cheek as if triggered into someone she had no choice but to become.
fragmented thoughts && stuttering heartbeats ── becoming like the pages she tried to rip out from an chapter of an fairy tale-nightmare they tried to forget ── feeling an part of her rising like smoke through her veins ── wrapping around her bones until her voice && actions belonged to someone she tried to rid an long time ago.
though she thought it rather inconvenient that they chose this precise moment ── to make her the centerpiece of there attention. arching an brow as her voice was light && laced with amusement. " why indeed? most vanish the instant someone shinier drifts past ── but you are ... watching me? "
" && that ── is far more dangerous. tell me ── what is your wicked little plan this evening? " as she gave an playful swat at the hand cupping her cheek ── as if batting away an overeager suitor than an equal. " because i have doubt its smudging an lady's rouge && bruising dignities. "
as the corners of her glossy-lips quirked upward ever so slightly. " overwhelmed? my dear ── this is not overwhelming. it is educational. observe how the end of the summer ball is treated like the coronation of civility itself ── when in fact its a miracle we are not asked to wear price tags alongside our outfits. "
she spoke lightly && polite enough ── though dilated dusty-blues flickered across the marble floor. how the grand summer event had arranged itself without an single order given. the divisions was plain enough to read. money on one side ── homespun ── isle-vintage on the other.
yet exceptions stood out like bloody smudges on pirate maps. especially that one. for instance seemed to drift between social-classes with an studied eccentricity. yet she has seen pirates && mermaids in neverland hold congress with more grace than auradon's carefully divided ballroom.
still ── she could not help but smile at the irony. the ball meant to welcome e v e r y o n e ── had only perfected the art of reminding them exactly where they stood. && those with an little more studied eccentricity had sharper strategies than any general on the battlefield.
she wasn't sure what they were aiming for but it wouldn't be lady-like to be out-rightly rude to the other. tilting her head slightly ── returning her dilated dusty-blues back toward the other scoffing. " only ghost of propriety ── which has been haunting this ballroom all evening. "
── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ WINDYGO never liked gatherings ── especially ' the end of summer ball ' buzzing with restlessness that made her skin crawl. citizens && guests of the crown always seemed so dazzled by the crowns tradition.
but she couldn't help but fidget at the edges. inching backword avoiding others ── nervous as if the polished marble floors would crack open beneath her ballet slippers. until she felt frozen as her breath hitched when her shoulder felt something cold!
colder than stone. turning sharply ── all she saw was an decorative gleaming knight? an empty suit of armor. no one spared it an glance. though she knew ── pans shadow coiled in hollowed darkness from within. watching her.
that . . . was new. terror was burning as sharp as shattering glass within her chest. with an strangled-frustrated sound she lashed out. that. that wasn't funny! kicking it. as regret was the second feeling.
pain rippled up her leg like lightening ── her bones shuddering by the crushing force of metal unmoved ── pans shadow highly amused as the visor softly clanked as if laughing. " bloody hell ── " she hissed between clenched teeth.
" can you ── for once ── not hover around me like some cursed chaperone?! " overwhelmed ── she stomped her foot good foot down. as her heart was racing as the knights empty helm seemed to tilt ── just slightly ── amused.
✧ ˚ · .↪ WINDYGO : soft pastel blue dress that clings like mist ── delicate ── suffocating ── that refuses to let go, an acorn kiss ── not of love ── but ownership ── frozen into silver ── clinging like frost to her pulse tucked under her dress, blue ribbon && curls ── whisper trapped in the theatre of an boy’s fantasy, black ballet ribbons tightly knotted ── echoing each hollow step ── just an marionette against marble floors, tiger lily perfume clinging like dust on an marionette ── sharp ── choking instead of comforting.
Malia jumps, hearing something break, she quickly grabs her bag for something sharp. She turned to see it was only a pot near the door. Malia took a deep breath as she calmed down. She has been staying around Auradon for not long, but she has always had her guard up. “I live here full time because of King Ben's royal decree.” Thank Zeus, the King said no children should have the same sins as their parents. “I stay in a small house by myself, and I work as a nurse.”
Ever since she came to Auradon, she has fallen in love with it. It was SAFER ( ish ) and FRESH. She and her cousins can live freely without our parents breathing down their necks. Especially her mom, her mom already feels like she's living in Ursula's shadow, and her mom makes her feel bad for living in Uma shadow. Seeing how her little cousins could lead half of the Isle, Morgana would always think she was never cut out for evil. Malia never wanted to live in that world again, although she works as a nurse saving lives, making for it. There was always her mother's voice in her head. It drives her crazy. She shoved it to the side and moved on. “You can bother me all if you want, as long as you’re not placing a knife to my throat. “
Her phones ring as a new article pops up, quickly reading it, something felt… Off. “What about you? How long have you been staying in Auardon, or have you also moved here?”
── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ WINDYGO could hear her own slow heartbeat still-fully hammering against her ribs like an trapped animal uncertain about its own fate. as each beat was fierce ── && certain it would give her away. fidgeting as she stroked her palms flat against her upper legs beneath the table rougher than before ── fighting the tremors in her fingertips that wanted to betray every careful constructed protection she'd built.
unfortunately the only thing she wielded better than anything was an flashlight to fight with. " knives? i only carry flashlights. " recalling knives were only for spreading jam on toast or chopping vegetables in whatever kitchen job that would still have her. " complicated, " she sighed burdened ── as her dusty-blues darted away from malia's face ── focusing on trying to find something ── as the price of escapism ── capt. hook ── could be far higher than she'd imagined. as the fleeting thrill of adventure was overshadowed by the cold certainty that she was trapped ── utterly at the mercy of an force far beyond normal understanding. && only capt. hook could save this one.
" i've been here ── nnn ── since i was 14 ── officially. magical amnesia. " the lie tasted && felt bitter on her tongue && emotions ── but the truth ── that she remembered every agonizing detail of neverland while her life before felt ghostly && hollow ── was dangerous ── unbelievable ── && the only person left standing who new the truth was on the isle of the lost. afterall ── who would accept that she'd spent years in an place that exist but no one's ever left without pans permission ── an place aging backwards in her mind while her body forgot how to grow? contortioned into an darling-marinate that found an way to cut her own strings to escape.
as that tarnished silver acorn beneath her shirt felt heavier with each passing moment ── pressing against her cold skin like pan's own fingerprint ── while pan's shadow hovered from an far corner of the restaurant nearly out of her vision-range. " i've worked wherever they'll have me, " she continued ── her voice murmuring. " though i get fired a lot. " as what she didn't say was better left unsaid. " but i really like working for lord anthony! at the tremaine pub ── its really all i have left now. " for just an split-moment she smiled. an noble-saint ── respectfully. yet it's only going to be an matter of time before pan's shadow pushes lord anthony's limit. its just an matter of when.
time. time was running out && she didn't want to think about surrendering to the inevitable.
“My cousin just happened to run a pirate crew, and I was first aid.” Malia shrugged. She took a sip of her drink as her eyes kept wandering. This was her first day off in DAYS. She loved helping people, so she put in a lot of overtime. “Still, you can’t let fear control you. You just have to confront it head-on. Even if you can’t. Not giving fear the satisfaction does a lot more than you think.” Malia cracked her knuckles, pulling up her phone. “Hungry?”
── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ WINDYGO was fascinated ── excited ── momentarily caught in an fantasy. she wondered if they were related or even knew Capt. Hook! remembering Capt. Hook from her childhood like gravity ── freedom ── adventurous ── running away from everything that hurt ── && she couldn't help it ── like an LOST-g i r l watching an fire from behind an glass jar ── knowing better && still burning to touch it.
only the air shifted ── much sharper ── as her own breath caught in her throat as pans shadow was like an alarming-shiver down her spine dripping freezing-water from an air conditioner ── leaving one startled.
unfortunately pans shadow was not an fan of the word pirate. pirates. pirate-talk. pirate-lingo. though windygo tried to mirror that calm malia had ── folding herself into the seat across from her as her body was stressed ── like an marionette with strings to tight about to snap being toyed around by an reckless-narcissistic boys shadow. " i hope i'm not bothering you, " as she felt bad joining her but being alone was far worse.
until an sudden crash destroyed the peace ── one of the vine planters near the door tipped over suddenly ── spilling soil && ceramic shards across the floor. the entire room was startled by the sudden crash && went into hushed whispers.
as she felt her heart in her throat ── running her palms up && down the sides of her upper legs ── impulsive-fidgeting ── an little nervous. " gravity ── at least we know it works, " she nervously snickered as she didn't look at malia when she said it. she lied. as anyone could sense something wasn't quite right. as pans-shadow wasn't to happy she stuck around malia because of her pirate-ties. " are you visiting auradon? "
– Oh shit. It was serious. Malia is used to having serious conversations as she was everyone's therapist on the Isle. Now people still rely on her, and she doesn’t know how to respond. Still, this was a simple question; surely she could answer.
“Um, yeah?” Malia flatly answers, living on the Isle you have to be on guard. “Well, people would try to steal from me when I’m going home… but nothing major.” That was a lie; it leads to something major. “You felt a chill spine?”
── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ WINDYGO'S body went rigid ── as if someone had just whispered her real name in the dark ── w e n d y. her pulse quickened with an fear && paranoia so primal it felt like drowning. she desired desperately to wrap her fingers around the tarnished silver acorn hidden beneath her shirt ── pan's kiss of death ── but forced them to stay at her side ── her fingers curling into fists so tight they trembled while her knuckles went white under the table.
" air conditioning, " hastily the words came out of her like an child caught in an lie ── as the excuse was hollow ── but it was . . . safer. safer than the truth. safer than breathing life into pans shadow that might be nearby. feeling fear threaten to choke her as she wanted to know. try to be strong. " but how did you get it to stop? "
“Wait…. What?” Malia stood there, confused, unsure of what to say next. Usually, when people came to her, someone was either hurt or stabbed, but today was different. They needed advice? Malia drinks her glass of wine going back to her meal. “Repeat that for me?”
── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ WINDYGO'S shoulders slumped as if the weight of her own words had suddenly became to heavy. her baby-blues shifting to the left in that distinctive way retreating inward. considering . . . whether to let the conversation . . die an quiet death. silence stretching between them as the electric tension made her skin prickle with the familiar uneasiness.
" uhm, " she began as she perhaps an little desperate to understand? be more mature && grown up? " i asked if you've ever been followed, " she repeated ── as her voice was an little above an whisper ── as each word was carefully measured as if speaking to loudly might summon the very shadow she feared.
Twisted all my limbs for you
Two of them in knots and two of them in loops
Baby-blue ribbons tied around like a noose
Wonder if I'll ever get it loose
I don't wanna bruise for you
Holding back my words until my face is blue
I don't really care about your lost boy crew
You can tell 'em what you wanted to
Bones are crushing, bones are crushing (pushin' me)
Bodies touching, bodies touching (lovin' me)
Blood is pumping, blood is pumping (pullin' me)
Feeling nothing, feeling nothing (forgive' me)
Bones are crushing, bones are crushing (crushin' me)
Bodies touching, bodies touching (druggin' me)
Ooh-ah
I'm done, I'm done, done doin' back bends, I break and I snap
It's no fun, no fun, pushed myself into a box while you held
Out a game, I'm done, ooh-ah, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ah
I'm done, I'm done, oh-ah, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ah
Twisting all my bones like screws
Stretching my self-worth, just like you usually do
Caught you like the cold or a flu
Praying that I'll someday be immune
Got me like a bad lost boy tattoo (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Always under skin, even when it gets removed (ooh)
Never get a chance to undo (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Positions that you forced my way into (ooh)
Bones are crushing, bones are crushing (pushin' me)
Bodies touching, bodies touching (lovin' me)
Blood is pumping, blood is pumping (pullin' me)
Feeling nothing, feeling nothing (forgive' me)
Bones are crushing, bones are crushing (crushin' me)
Bodies touching, bodies touching (druggin' me)
Ow
I'm done, I'm done, done doin' back bends, I break and I snap
It's no fun, no fun, pushed myself into a box while you held out
A game, I'm done, ooh-ah, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ah
I'm done, I'm done, ooh-ah, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ah
Bones are crushing, bones are crushing (pushin' me)
Bodies touching, bodies touching (lovin' me)
Blood is pumping, blood is pumping (pullin' me)
Feeling nothing, feeling nothing (forgive' me)
Bones are crushing, bones are crushing (crushin' me)
Bodies touching, bodies touching (druggin' me)
Ooh-ah
NAME / Lost Windygo
AGE / 20 ( 46 )
OCCUPATION / Server &. Cook at Tremaine's Pub
Bio. !
✧ Gwendolyn Jane Mary Darling-Carlisle ✧
GWENDOLYN JANE MARY DARLING-CARLISLE ( b. 1979 ). The name itself felt like an phantom echo of an life that was supposed to be.
Now? She's just Windygo. An shadow clinging to the edges of Auradon. An survivor haunted by an fairy-tale gone wrong. As the official records listed her as an former orphan. Displaced by the magical purges. But the truth was far more twisted.
It began sweetly enough. On her 7th birthday ( 1986 ) . Receiving an antique charm. An silver acorn burnished with age. An trinket passed down through generations. As its the acorn Peter Pan gifted Wendy Darling in an nursery tale her own mother (Jane's Daughter - Margaret ) used to tell her. But it was as they say just an story.
At 8 ( 1987 ). Pan came for her. Not in an dream. Not in an game. With wild eyes and an flute song she could hear. While he took her hand and led her through the stars. To Neverland. An place where no one aged but no one truly lived. Peter Pan always came back for her. Year after year.
Until she was 14 ( 1993 ). And that year he stopped calling her Gwen. As he started calling her Wendy. He made her pin her curls the same way. Wear the same blue nightdress. Speak with the same soft hush as her great-great-grandmother once had.
And the more she protested. The more Pan insisted. ' You’ve just forgotten who you are, ' Pan would whisper with an smile to wide. And perhaps Pan was right? She stopped remembering her real name. Her real voice. Where she came from. Her own birthday. She knew something was wrong but couldn’t remember why. She was trapped. And in Neverland. There are only two ways home. Pan or Hook.
In secret she bartered with Captain Hook. An man whose villainy was more honest than Peter Pan's twisted benevolence. Her passage back to the world of time in exchange for Peter Pan’s most beloved treasure. His flute. The same cursed reed that lured countless children into forgetting themselves like an siren-song.
But the Fairy Godmother’s cleansing magic swept through the lands just minutes before the deal was sealed. Hook vanished in an blaze of enforced imprisonment ( 1995 - 2025 ). Leaving Gwen holding the stolen flute with shaking hands and no way out.
Until years later Winter Pixies intervened. Smuggling Wendy ( Gwendolyn Jane Mary Darling-Carlisle ) to Auradon Kingdom ( 2020 ) near the borders of the Isle of the Lost.
Arriving neverland-feral at age 14 in an body that hadn’t grown for years ( 27-years ). An stolen flute and an deal she made years ago. Barefoot and hollow. As she had no memory of who she truly was anymore. Just fragments and the name Peter Pan called her ' Wendy ' but she rejected it. In its place. She called herself Windygo.
Now 20 ( 2025 ). She has lived quietly in Auradon Kingdom for an couple years. Officially listed as an former orphan of the magical purge. Though only two know the truth. As the shadows haven’t let her go. As Pan’s shadow still hunts and stalks her. Silent. Stitched to memory and fear. Trying to drag her back to the place where names are rewritten. And darling girls are turned into stories.
But Windygo is no longer an lost girl from Neverland. She has weathered the storm. She has stared into the abyss and emerged scarred but unbroken. As she keeps the flute hidden. It's an reminder. In the face of the unknown and what it cost her to forget along with the deal she's made that she can't recall . . .
Traits. !
Resilient - Empathetic - Adventerous
— ISFP ;
She’s SHADOWS &. WHISPERS UNDER THE NEON LIGHTS, the ECHO of an FORGOTTEN NAME &. the BURNING VOID behind LOST MEMORIES. She’s the WILD THORN entangled in NEVERLANDS GRACE, the QUIET COURAGE of RESOLVE &. RECKLESSNESS, &. the FRAGILE VINE that only CLIMBS at MIDNIGHT.
( the contortionist ) - Peter Pan and Gwendolyn Darling-Carlisle share an twisted fairy-tale legacy turned nightmare. But by fourteen ── her London life was replaced by Pan’s never-ending labyrinth ── not as an companion ── but as an living replica of an darling london girl who he truly missed. Peter Pan never wanted Gwendolyn ── he wanted Wendy Darling ── and she was the replica-marionette he bent and shaped to fill that empty space. Her name. Her voice. Her will. All unraveled under the weight of control ── obsession ── and gaslighting disguised as benevolent affection. Every part of her was rewritten to match an Neverland fantasy that was never hers ── as her limbs moved to the cursed tune of an story she never desired. And even now ── so far from Neverland ── and yet Pan’s shadow still hunts her ── desperate to drag her back to Neverland and back to Peter Pan ── as Darling London Dolls where not meant to grow up ── yet she dared to defy him ── stealing something he never meant to lose ── and escaped the labyrinth he never allowed her to leave. -
Captain Hook
( song title/label ) - coming soon -
Shadow Pan
( the popular monster ) - coming soon -
Lord Tremaine
( song title/label ) - Lord Anthony Tremaine owns the pub where she cooks ── scrubs tables ── and pretends that pans shadow doesn't follow her in. Lord Tremaine is her boss ── but he’s also something more. The kind of noble with an saint’s patience ── unshaken by broken glasses ── slamming doors that move with no wind. As he never demands answers ── nor does he never look at her with to much anger. With the calm grace of an noble-leader ── he simply airs dominance as she picks up the broom again and picks up whatever mess pans-shadow made ── as it’s that rare ── wordless mercy that keeps her coming back because its all she has left. -
Ember Faerie
( songtitle/label ) - coming soon -
Keon
( songtitle/label ) - coming soon -
Lost Darling Familia. !
Wendy Darling &. Mr. Edward Lineage
→ Jane Darling ( &. younger brother Danny )
→ Margaret Darling-Carlisle &. Mr. Darling-Carlisle
→ Gwendolyn Jane Mary Darling-Carlisle
Future Generation Darling-Database
→ John Darling Familia-Branch
→ Michael Darling Familia-Branch
→ Danny Darling Familia-Lineage
