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“Peter Pan is the sun, the moon, and the stars! Peter Pan is the love of delight! Peter Pan is the greatest and strongest of all boys!”

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“Peter Pan is the sun, the moon, and the stars! Peter Pan is the love of delight! Peter Pan is the greatest and strongest of all boys!”
Michael’s handshake was firm, but brief. He pulled it away almost immediately, and slipped the hand back into his coat pocket. It was as if he didn’t quite like to be touched, or didn’t quite trust anything he couldn’t directly control. The offer had been genuine enough, but too new to allow for any length of time.
"The Piper?" Michael smiled slightly, hoping the question might cover his jerk reaction. After the kindness of Belle, Michael (or at least, that child part of him) had grown to accept the fairytale characters of Storybrooke as safe; trustworthy. And again, that childish part of him was very almost delighted at their origins.
Piper could forgive the reaction; she knew that plenty of boys were scarred from their time on Neverland. However, she didn’t quite know how to bring up the fact that she’d heard of him without scaring him off.
“That’s me. The Pied Piper, actually. I held the title long before Pan did, but he decided to claim it as his own and take all of the glory nonetheless.” It was probably that fact which rendered her most bitter. To accept the fact that her story had been tainted by his actions disgusted her. He had taken far too much from her over the years.
“What it´s going to be about? You really have to ask that?”
Wendy asks her with a smile, one eyebrow raised as she looks at her friend. She´s really only teasing by now, but it´s how they´ve always been and she sure hoped that it wouldn´t change.
"Adventures, friendship, love. All the things that matter,”
“Well, you are the storyteller here, Wendy, it is not I.”
Piper dislikes admitting her faults as much as the next person, but she knows that Wendy excels at telling stories far more than she could ever hope to. Maybe it’s because Wendy’s mother didn’t fear magic as Piper’s had.
“Oh, it sounds like a wonderful story! Will it have magic too?”
“You’re the worst friend ever” in a monotone voice I’m very happy
Usually, Curly was on Pan’s side, but this girl —Piper, if he remembered correctly— was different. For some reason, he wanted her to win. While Peter was a king, a tyrant, she was a leader. And some part of him preferred a leader.
“Not for everyone— —Don’t tell Peter I said that.”
The thrill that runs through her is one that is entirely composed of triumph. She’s been trying for ages to get a Lost Boy to side with her; and her he is. And if Curly would prefer her, who was to say that others won’t as well? Sure, Pan is king. But kings can be overthrown. And as much as she’d like to rub this victory in Peter’s smug face, she won’t endanger this boy like that.
“I promise you, I will not. Are there others who agree with you?”
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littlebelixver:
Name: Isolde Biedermann Alias(nicknames): The Piper, Piper Gender: female Age: 600 ish? Date of Birth: August 21st Spoken languages: english, german, a few others in small amounts Romantic preference: panromantic Sexual preference: pansexual Occupation: stealing saving children Criminal record: a giant one, probably, from various thefts and assaults on abusers; as time went on she got more physical in the ways she dealt with her anger at abusive parents. But nobody can track her down. Disorders: none
Appearance
Eye color: brown Hair color: brown Height: around 5′6″ Scars: many; most have faded, but all are from fights Burns: none. Overweight: no. Underweight: no.
Favourite…
Color: green Hair color: red Eye color: blue Song: moon river Movie: hamlet T.V. Show: Friends Food: chocolate Drink: wassail, or just apple cider Video Game: sims (she makes her favorite lost boys and gives them happiness) Candy: snickers Ice cream flavor: mint chocolate chip
Have you…
Graduated high school: nope. Had sex: no. Had sex in public: no. Gotten pregnant: no. Kissed a boy: yes Kissed a girl: yes. Gotten tattoos: no. Gotten piercings: no. Smoked/drank/done drugs: no/yes/no. Had a broken heart: yes Been in love: eh? Needed surgery: no Stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes.
Are you…
A virgin: yes. A cuddler: yes. A kisser: meh Scared easily: no. Jealous easily: no Trustworthy: moreso than pan In love: no. Single: yes. In a relationship: no. Considered mean: “i mean i’m nicer than peter right”
Random questions.
Have you harmed yourself: no Thought of suicide: no Attempted suicide: no Wanted to kill someone: yes Driven a car: yes. Have/had a job: in a way Have any fears: yes.
Family
Sibling(s): none Parents: elfriede and wilhelm biedermann
Children: none Pet(s): she wishes
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AU's I'd love to see
You accidentally chained your bike to mine and I can’t leave until you get back au
I’m the tour guide on your fancy package holiday au
We both really want that parking space au
I’m your new neighbor and I’m using your wifi au
I work at the checkout and you’re clearly not old enough to buy that au
It’s pouring with rain and there’s space under your umbrella au
There are loads of empty seats on this train but you chose to sit next to me au
I tried to parallel park and hit your car, do you want my details au
We live across the street from each other and you really need to get some curtains au
I’m an interior decorator and you hired me to fix up your apartment au
We’re both actually con-artists trying to scam each other au
You dined and dashed in my restaurant but you left your coat behind au
Please stop picking flowers from my garden au
You left your phone number in the library book I just borrowed au
We turned up to this party wearing the same outfit and you look better in it au
Someone in this building is listening to my favorite song au
I found a USB and it’s full of your holiday photographs au
My hamster escaped and I think he went under your door au
Point out my muse’s flaws.
Blame.
Yell.
Lie.
DESTROY.
You now have my permission.
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"Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the p o o r wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. “
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"funnily enough, pan only mentioned you when he was cursing your name for taking those which were ours.” he pretended to be listening to the woman, a gentle rolling of his eyes accompanying her words. he found her generally just annoying, not to mention wrong on many accounts. "— but of COURSE he left you. you were far too controlling of him, and i gave him his free reign. his ideas are good, you know, and you shut him down. and, of course, you’re a ridiculous hag, but that’s a given.”
his accusations were, frankly, completely unfounded and quite annoying. not that she'd let that show, not to HIM. he couldn't a rise out of her that easily, not with simple names. of course she knew that pan would only have CURSED her name. it had been the one sure thing in the world. peter hated her. she essentially hated him. the sky was blue. they were givens, just like shadow had said about her being a hag.
"truth be told, i was more often than not doing the same to his name. i wasn't the only one taking children, as you very well know. and i never said he didn't have good ideas. i just didn't agree with some of them. like, you know, having children murder one another."
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"well, you could have. others had. you are . . . you are a good samaritan, i suppose.”
"hm. if you say so. i, however, just think of it as normal human decency. what kind of person leaves a child out in the cold? not a good one, by any means."
“See? And I think this one, you and me, is the greatest story to ever be told,”
"You really think so, Wendy? What's it going to be about?"
There's a childish excitement to her bright gaze, but can you really blame her? Greatness, remembarance, it's what she longs for most of all.