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Happy Valentines Day to my most loyal Lost Boy
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{Why Can't You Hear The Pipes?}
"Oh, ignore me. There’s certainly nothing in this bag.”
"...you're so horrendous at lying that I almost pity you."
"Somebody is full of himself."
"Do I have a reason not to be? Humility has never looked good on me."
"Is dressing nicely for this really that imperative? I look great just like this.”
If I Could, Then I Would Scream // Self para
The rush of the water as it lapped up on the shore calmed Peter’s mind, his eyes trained on the horizon as he lost himself in histhoughts. Since the mishap with Emma Swan, he and the boys had been keeping low profiles. They were careful not to hide themselves away, for fear of further raising suspicions, but Peter had delivered the order to act low-key until the proverbial storm clouds no longer hung overhead.
It was almost impossible not to scream, to lose his grip on control and give in the the frustration gnawing at his mind. It had been months, and they were still in this bloody town. This forged hell, where he had no magic. No power. How long could they stay here, trapped without a way out? The air was all but choking him now. Something had to change, lest he completely spiral into madness.
With a sigh, he turned a stone over in his hand a few times, before flinging it out along the water's surface. He watched it skip until it sank, his gaze resting where it disappeared underneath the ocean. In all of his impatience and growing anger, there was still something that kept him somewhat...hopeful. It was unexpected, but the incident with Emma hadn't been a loss. Well, not entirely.
Was it possible for a loss to also count as a victory?
After losing Emma in the forest, the question had rolled around in Peter’s head, echoing without an answer. Their plan to use her against Hook had, as much as he wished he could deny it, failed. It had been meant to provide the boys with leverage in order to get back to Neverland, but just like that; their bargaining chip slipped through his fingers. A loss, yes- but something was also gained.
Until that night, Peter could only truly guess the significance of Emma Swan’s abilities, but now it was all too clear. When she stood there, threatening the life of the man he loved, Peter saw something in her. A raw, dangerous power that challenged that of most he had ever seen. It was hardly a surprise that the town’s beloved savior was so awe strikingly powerful. To be perfectly honest, he didn’t know why he hadn’t considered her to be more of a threat before.
And oh, was she a threat.
At least she would be, if he didn’t play his cards right.
Right now, despite the power she possessed, he likely knew more about her abilities than she did. Peter tried to ignore the spark of jealousy, reminding himself that he would get his own magic back. Soon. But for now, there was one more person in Storybrooke that might be able to help him reach that goal. Perhaps not willingly, but the art of manipulation was something he had worked hard to master over the years. Emma might not be their way back in the end, but she was certainly an option now.
The wind nipped lightly at his skin, but the sensation was oddly calming. Familiar, if he was electing to be sentimental. There was so much he missed about his island, but above all, he missed the feeling of absolute control. Here, there wasn’t any of that for him. At least, there wasn’t right now. When he got his magic back, and he damn well would, that just might change. Until then, he would never stop searching for a way to get back to the island.
To get back home.
If we’re betting on it, my money is on them getting away with it.
Get away with what?
These New Flocks are Nothing but Vultures // Panlix
"I know. She could get us back." Felix murmurs back, nodding slightly. "Her magic is strong." Of course, he knew the risks - people could come searching for her, especially Hook, but he also knew that himself along with Pan and the rest of the boys knew how to fight. Fighting dirty was what they did best, even if it meant getting a little blood on their hands.
Turning to face Peter, the Lost Boy rubs his jaw, pausing a moment before speaking again. “Hook is out for blood.” He says, chuckling softly. “He cares for her.” Felix nods towards the blonde, rolling his eyes. “Threatened to kill each and every one of us if any harm comes to her.” Not that Felix was worried. Captain Hook was merely one man, Pan and the boys outnumbered him greatly. “Although I’m not too concerned. We’ve fought Hook before.”
Peter scoffs at the mention of hook, a smirk playing at his lips. The pirate had been a menace since their days in Neverland, and to learn that he had developed a weakness that could be so easily tampered with...well, it was like being handed a pair of aces. "Hasn't he learned by now that everything he loves ends up dying sooner rather than later? She was bound to get hurt sooner or later...," he chuckles darkly, leaning his shoulder up against the trunk of a tree.
"He can threaten us all he wants, but that's all he is; words. Nothing to back them up. Hook won't be a problem," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I guarantee he would rather help us find a way back than let her die, so why don't we use that to our advantage?"
These New Flocks are Nothing but Vultures // Panlix
It had been far too long since Peter, Felix, and the rest of the boys had done anything. In Neverland, they lived for havoc, but the quietness of Storybrooke didn’t exactly have as much potential as Neverland did. That is, until it was found out that 1) Emma Swan was the savior, 2) she had magic, and 3) Captain Hook had quite strong feelings for her. These three things were all that Felix needed to know before going to Peter, and alas, that was how their plan was hatched.
Expertly tied knots of rope were looped around the blonde’s wrists and ankles, ones that don’t move as Peter drops her onto the ground. “Mm, why thank you.” He returns the smirk, waiting a moment before pressing a brief, but rough, kiss against his leader’s lips. The rest of the boys were occupied with other tasks, and even if they noticed, they would never say anything. “Looks like we most certainly are, Peter. Now what shall we do with her?”
Matching the pressure of his lost boy's lips, Peter kisses him back briefly. He straightens up after he pulls back, his eyes sliding back over to the unconscious blonde on the forest floor. Weighing options in his head, he regarded her with intrigue. They had so much leverage right now, with the town's savior at their feet. So many people would do so very much to ensure her safety, but was her safety something that he was actually willing to promise anyone? Then again, he had never been too keen on keeping the promises he made...
"I've spent months picking my brain for a way back home," he murmurs, his gaze moving back to rest on Felix's shadowed form. "But I think we might finally have one." Shifting his weight slightly, he crosses his arms across his chest, a smirk resting on his face. "There are plenty of powerful people in this bloody town; one of them is bound to bargain for her petty life. All we have to do is get a message out, and keep her here while we do that."
These New Flocks are Nothing but Vultures // Panlix
Adrenaline. The familiar feeling that he had so missed passed hurriedly through his veins, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. How had he managed for so long without falling back into old and enticing habits? What they had managed to pull off on this night was positively thrilling. When he had learned of Felix's threats to the pirate they despised so greatly, the opportunity had been all too tempting. Then Emma Swan had practically set herself up for danger, holing herself up alone in that station; it had been all to easy to kidnap her. The fight she had put up was a pleasant surprise, but there had only been one of her, and too many of them. The boys were trained to be silent and inconspicuous, which had meant an easy retreat back into the forest with the treasured Savior in tow.
Peter had selected the twins as lookouts for the time being, while he waited for the town to stir a little. It wouldn't be long before someone noticed her absence, which meant they had little time to make decisions. They had to choose the best way to use Emma as an advantage, and for that, there was only one person he would turn to. With little grace, he dropped Emma's body on the forest floor behind shrubbery, then turned to look at his most loyal lost boy. "Well done, Felix," a wicked smirk formed on his lips when he spoke, his voice low. "Looks like we're back in business."
Love can mean many things, Felix.
This town is just confusing. I just stay away from everything there seems to be way too much drama that goes on. What have I been doing? Oh you know teaching people how to swim and then on the occasion I’ll use my awesome skills to get someone to bring me home and then I’ll slip out before they even know
You? Staying away from drama? I'll let you know when I believe that. Congratulations on your one night stands, though. Sounds like you've been having loads of fun.
Lots of things, Peter.
Anything of interest? Or are you going to continue giving such annoyingly vague answers?
What I want most of all is to know what I want.
Well it sounds like you had better sort your shit out, princess.
My legs look just as good as my fins don’t you think?
Where the fuck have you been?
If you say so, Mara.
Scheming, plotting, trying to figure out what the hell is going on in this town. And you've been doing...what exactly?
A Meal
Neal sat at the table reading though the menu of new restaurant What sounded good? It all did if he was being honest. “What to have?” he wondered out loud.
Peter heard an oddly familiar voice behind where he stood, and he stopped in his tracks. It took a moment to place it, but when it clicked, he released a breath that he hadn't know he was holding in. A slow yet wicked smirk tugged at his lips, and he turned around, moving to stand behind the man he had once known so very, very well. Gingerly, he bent down until his head was level next to the other man's. "You've never been very decisive, have you?" he muttered in low tones, his eyes flickering to the side to watch for a reaction. "Baelfire."
