✘ neғorgιoυѕ.

[wnq-writers]

You know, it’s good to pretend. Especially when you no longer have the strength to continue living in reality. Your eyes begin to search for vision, your mouth for words, your heart, for love, and your brain for sense. But a sense of what, is what we’re all asked. Reality is horrifying. But let’s pretend. Just, pretend.

angelomaster 

[neforgious]

♛ ‹ souvreign. ›

             Peter doesn’t remember how long he’s been flying,              but  he does know  that once his feet  hit the ground,              he’s too exhausted to remain  standing.  Happy              thoughts  are difficult  to come up with when he just              lost two of his boys to the pirates.  All that’s on his              mind is finding new boys.

                Looking around, the land feels  f o r e i g n  ------                             & the boy is eager to explore.

             He  pushes  himself  away  from  the  ground  & though              he usually  is  quite  the  good  flyer ;  Right  now  it  just              looks like he’s taking big jumps every few feet. With              a sigh and a groan, he gives up  ------  doesn’t look  ------              CLASHES into a woman. He doesn’t even apologise,              instead just takes a few steps back with an  o f f e n d e d              look on his face.

                          ❛ Watch where you’re going, lady! ❜

[neforgious]

       ♛ ‹ starter call! ›

[wnq-writers]

In reality, we’re all insane. ‘Though the population desires to be plain. If you identify any single individual as ‘normal’ you simply do not know the true depths of the crevices in their soul. What even is ‘normal’? Normal is the lie that the elders whisper in a child’s ear to stop him from ever understanding the word checkmate. Flaunt your crazy with just the right amount of sanity.

Lynette Simeone

[neforgious]

♛ ‹ dcvastated. ›

         Playing games has always been one  of Peter’s  favourite ways             to pass the time. But annoying ordinary folk --- Now nothing can beat             that ‹ Except maybe killing a pirate ›. He flew all the way back to the             mainland,   only to sit in a tree in the park,  on a branch right above a             wooden bench. As he noticed someone sit down,  he simply couldn’t             HELP himself. First he starts to throw little sticks ; makes sure they             all get stuck in their  hair before  he dangles from  a branch UPSIDE             DOWN and taps their shoulder,  only to disappear back between the             leaves of the tree before the other can spot him.

[brianwalsh12]

[neforgious]

♛ ‹ ofdebris. ›

    & his actions aren’t AT ALL  (  nor are they the slightest bit  ) subtle.               so when cerulean optics cast their gaze downward, catching a     glimpse of the knife situated within his grasp,  January can’t help but     feel the slightest bit  O F F E N D E D.    ❛ what, you gonna torture     the TRUTH outta me or somethin’? ❜

                   ❛ I might. ------  ❜

           & he grabs his knife properly before            he points it at the girl in front of him.

    ❛ Or I could just KILL you & be done with it. ❜

[neforgious]

♛ ‹ ofdebris. ›

        ❛  .  .  . I walked.  ❜

          ❛ There is NO SUCH THING as walking to the Neverland. ❜

                        It doesn’t take very long before Peter’s hand                            wraps itself around the knife on his hip.

         ❛ I’ll ask one more time ---                      How did you get here? ❜

[neforgious]

♛ ‹ ofdebris. ›

          ❛ ------ How did you get here?? ❜

[neforgious]

       ♛ ‹ starter call! ›

[neforgious]

♛ ‹ fagregud. ›

        he doesn’t hear or feel anything that could perhaps hint         towards the other’s proximity. baldur’s caught off guard         in EVERY sense of the word & when peter’s voice rings         too loudly from above, he doesn’t need to look up.         he knows.                                     ❛ i-i’m, uhm… SHIT. ❜  

        It seems to be Baldur’s lucky day,    for when Peter           pushed  himself  off  the  branch  &&  let  his  feet hit the           ground below, he’s forgotten why he was looking for the           boy in the first place. His hands came to rest on his hips           & he tilted his chin up ---

                                   ❛ Why are you so far from HOME ?  ❜

[neforgious]

♛ ‹ fagregud. ›

        The boy didn’t need long to find what he was looking            for. He knew the island, he knew the hiding spots --- He            CREATED them himself, after all. Flying over the tree,            he sat down on a branch above the boy below, dirty feet            dangling between leaves & a cocky grin on his face.

                                   ❛ Don’t you know?                                                I always win hide and seek. ❜

[neforgious]

               Also he was fond of variety,         and the sport that engrossed him one moment         would suddenly cease to engage him,  so there         was always the possibility that the next time you         fell,                            he       would       let       you       go.