this is------ so strange. everything is so strange, and he hates it, really. this is not sailing the seven seas, wreaking havoc on neverland’s shores, not even a bit of FREEDOM left to him. and--- and to find that his mother is------ how did that even happen? how could that even happen? and another half-sister added to the mix, one he has never met. it was enough to make any lad flee, and stringing his bedsheets together, new auradon silks by the feel of them ( nice and strong, too ) to clamber down the castle walls is the first thing that has felt right in weeks. he had run away from the jolly roger more times than he can count ( and yes, he could count. ) but running into someone as he sneaked through quiet hallways was not something he bet on.
“ i will’nae tell mum if ye will’nae, ” he offers as wry joke, off his sinister game it seemed. and his own acknowledgment of fairy godmother as his mother only adds to his uncertainty. a wee thing with eyes that are a mirror image of his own and dark locks to match is what meets him, and even stops him in his tracks. this had to be her, didn’t it? little sister number two. “ janie, aye ? ”
@soughtbirthright . / kind of plotted but i am over eager !!
