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lewisayer:

“I may have to squirrel myself away in that case, I just can’t handle handle gnarly bruises on pretty faces.” Lewis grinned, reaching across to the little cabinet beside his bed for his bottle of water. The shelf of it was stuffed with an array of sweets, some brought to him by the Lost Boys but the most of them provided by his mum who abided his sweet tooth while chastising him.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’m already coming up with a whole load of stories for this thing.” He gripped the bottom of the bandage wrapped around his head and lifted it, showing her the stitch work on his forehead that was angry and healing.

“Is everyone else okay?”

“You’re cute.” She tapped the slide of his jaw lightly. “But you’ll have to learn something, kid. I’m so much more than a pretty face. Couple of dents isn’t going to change that.”

Her eyes began slightly darker as Lewis showed him the stitches. More Lost Boy blood split is all she could think. The anger of it all was bubbling under her skin, waiting for a moment to be unleashed. This wasn’t it. “I think you should go with taking on a shark and winning. I mean, that’ll get the babes.”

Rubbing her eyes, she shook her head. “A couple are battered and shaken. Everyone else is... angry and not sure what to do with it. We have no direction right now.”

#c: lewis

reformedfairy:

“Course.” Maggie lied easily with a shrug of her shoulders. There seemed no point in discussing that she couldn’t sleep. She’d thought she’d been in a better place but with the attack on the Lost Boys, she was reminded of the world they inhabited. The redhead wouldn’t have been able to close her eyes without remembering the sight of brain matter from the skull the Croc had cracked open or the feeling on Smee’s breath against her neck.

The Rogers always had an upper hand with her, it seemed.

“Don’t.” She said softly. “Don’t get in your head. Don’t let them in either. It’s what they want.” Silver was terrified of the psychological outcome this could have on them all. She had long since grown out being a mere Boy but a lot of them haven’t. And that was going to take a toll. That was the whole point of it. It was a cycle and they wanted in their minds, haunting their every step. And all Silver could ask was that they didn’t do that. That they had some faith in what they could do.

#c: maggie

blvckwellheiress:

“It’s not your job to take care of me.” Renee pointed out with a roll of her eyes. Truth was, she didn’t know what the hell she wanted to do. But being in the penthouse while the Darlings wallowed in self-pity as if it was their family had been attacked– that wasn’t an option. She’d slap one of them in the face if she heard another breath about one of them worrying who was next.

Her father was dead. None of the Darlings were dead.

“So, you can go now.”

“I know.” She replied simply. And it was astounding that Silver was thinking the same thing. She didn’t have to do anything, keep any promise. She owed Renee nothing. And yet there she stood. “But I’m here and it’s not like anyone else is.”

Something struck Silver, like a bolt of inspiration. This was a girl who felt completely out of control, there was no way she didn’t. And with a tilt of her head, Silver made a choice.

“Come on. We’re going for a ride. Get your shit.” Silver turned and headed out the door. What happened next was up to Renee. She waited by her bike, a helmet held out in her hands that would be shoved into the red haired girl’s arms if she wanted it.

#c: renee

gogetemtiiiger:

“What name did you give them when they asked?” She hadn’t looked at the patient band on her arm, scared of what she’d find. Her parents were wealthy, and she was their only child. Over eighteen or not, they wouldn’t stop looking so easy. She loved her friends, despite how she was lashing out at them now, and there was a certain panic in feeling like she could stripped away from them. From her life because of an easy mistake. And selfishly, she couldn’t handle the looks on her parents face when they saw who she was now.

“One of my IDs. We look close enough that it’s believable if the right notes get shoved into the right hands. You’re Lucinda Forbes. Lucy for short. Seemed safest as it’s close.” Silver said simply, no real weight put on the words. “We good or you want to yell some more?”

#c: lily

littleflyingeagle:

Sat in the booth nearest to the old jukebox, Peter rested his head against it as his half drank bacardi warmed in front of him. More often than not he had joked with Wendy that gathering all the Darlings in one place could only bring about destruction, he wished he hadn’t of been right.

The days following Dante’s death had been strenuous, he was cutting his time between hospital visits, being at home with his girlfriend and his son, trying to make sure his dealer stats didn’t dip and when he carved out a break it was spent wondering what was going to happen next.

If you fought fire with car bombs, what was the level above that?

“You keep thinking that hard, you’ll get wrinkles.” Silver slid into the seat across from Peter, ruffling his hair as she did. Her drink quickly followed, although it said something that it was completely free of alcohol. She needed her mind with her at all times now.

She could see clear as day that Peter was struggling to come up with something that had all the answers. Silver had a talent when it came to analysing Pans and she placed her drink down softly. She waited. Didn’t break the silence, didn’t demand anything from him. It was just a quiet moment to sort our his thoughts.

#c: peter

lewisayer:

He remembered it as soon as she verbalised it, like a blurred recollection in pieces knitting itself back together to form a whole picture. Even with the stresses of the moment, it made him shudder some to see an angry mark on her caused by a man he now considered family.

“I’ll be fine, just looks worse than it is. Worst case scenario will be surgery on my ear in three months time but they’re hopeful it won’t come to that and it will heal on it’s own.

Silver saw the shudder and smiled through the pain for a moment. “Maybe you should stay in your room from now on. I’ve come home with far worse than this, you’ll get used to it. No one else even asked.”

She got comfortable in her chair, leaning back lazily. “Eh, you can be crippled like the rest of us. All of us have some badass scars, you’re one of us for sure now.” It was a bit of dark humour but Silver didn’t know how to do anything else. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I, uh, I spend too much time with Robbie. But I’m glad you’ll be okay. You had us worried, kiddo.”

#c: lewis

reformedfairy:

“No problem.” Maggie shrugged, toying with her hands now that she no longer had a cup to keep them still. She was already a few coffees in. Remaining awake off a caffeine high was better than the alternative of sleeping and dealing with the nightmares.

Silver looked at Maggie’s fidgeting hands. Her lips tugged down slightly but she took a sip of her coffee anyhow. “You had much sleep?”

#c: maggie

gogetemtiiiger:

“Veronica,” Tiger roared at her, digging her heels firm in her previous statement. “A man is dead, and Lewis was literally feet away from the car but you’re here worried about the girl who stood by a window.” She laughs, shaking her head at the sheer absurdity of it. “Priorities.”

“Yes. I am. Because that girl is my friend who knows better than to call me that name.” Silver said back calmly, her eyes like steel and her voice barely above a normal talking voice. “And I’ve already done all I can for Lewis and nothing I do is going to bring Dante back. So please do not throw my concern in my face. I would also appreciate it if you didn’t question my priorities because I have had enough of that today. You’re important so get back to bed.”

#c: lily

lewisayer:

“Hi.” Lewis greeted with a meek wave, sitting up fully with some minor difficulty when she entered his room. Silver was one of the Lost Boys he didn’t know all that well, that applying to all of the hitmen. It was one line of work he made sure not to concern himself.

His gaze landed on her face, noticing immediately that it was bruised. “That looks sore.. Were you near where it happened?”

“No.” Silver said honestly, sitting down in the plastic chair next to Lewis’ bed. “I was near George when he realised what happened. It’s fine, it looks worse than it is. But enough about me...” Silver sighed, looking Lewis over.

“Will you be okay?”

#c: lewis

blvckwellheiress:

“I don’t want to go back to the fucking penthouse.” Renee murmured as nonchalantly as one would discuss the weather. She couldn’t fathom why no one couldn’t seem to understand, considering she’d spent most of her nights out since her father’s death. Her own loft left her with a sense of being unsafe and the penthouse left her with nothing but rage. And at the moment, she wanted to feel nothing.

It was surprising how quickly Silver was becoming good at dealing with stubborn children. Between Lily trying to jailbreak herself out of hospital, her years with Wendy and now Renee, Silver was prepped to become the most patient mother in the world. “Okay...” She said slowly. “What do you want to do?”

#c: renee

gogetemtiiiger:

“I’m fine.” Lily said tugging on her sweatshirt to hide the patches on her skin. She kept the arm with the I.V. out, pulling it behind her as she went to find a nurse to take it out. She wanted to be in the waiting room with everyone else. Fetching doughnuts and burgers and making people laugh, instead she was in another room risking being dragged home by her parents.

“Stop it.” Silver said, standing in front of Lily with a stern glare. “You get your ass back into your room. We got this, you need to heal before you can be by our sides, okay?”

#c: lily

blvckwellheiress:

She gripped the shot glass tightly, knocking it back with a hollow expression in place. It would have appeared that she hadn’t even felt the burn, but the truth was that her entire insides were on fire. Her gaze dropped to her trembling hands as they released the glass, gasping for a sharp breath that the drugs and alcohol felt like it had hindered. And without a word, Renee rested her head against the table.

Silver watched the girl quietly, leaning against the doorframe. Maybe she had this wrong. Renee had been filled with something. And Silver had promised to help Renee last time they had seen each other. "Let's get you to bed..."

#c: renee

reformedfairy:

Maggie forced a smile in place. No one was really feeling up for smiles, so that made it feel like more of her responsibility to provide one. Holding out the to-go coffee cup, she took the empty seat as she kept her eyes on the other person.

“I brought coffee.”

“I love you.” Silver said gratefully, taking the coffee. “Thanks, Mags.”

#c: maggie

lewisayer:

Sat up in his hospital bed, Lewis’ mind was clear for the first time since the explosion. Not as much morphine in his system as before, just him, the pain and his mind scrutinising over every last detail that had lead to a man’s death. He had known the risks of embroiling himself with Neverland, he had heard the ominous warnings and the whispers of dark things passed.

He hadn’t expected to nearly die there, much less on an evening that had started out so joyously for him.

“Oh.. Hey.” He greeted, uncharacteristically unenthusiastically when he realised he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Hello.” Silver said from the doorway. She had been worried about Lewis, even if he was a new recruit. Add the fact that she was the Darling babysitter, no one else seemed qualified for this. “How are you feeling, kid?”

#c: lewis

blvckwellheiress:

“Get off of me!” Renee screamed, her perfectly manicured nails digging into Silver’s forearm in hopes that the harsh action would make the hitwoman release her. She struggled against the arms locked around her, any logic and grace that she usually held herself with completely desecrated from the sight that was unfolding before her.

Someone had to suffer. They had to suffer like Renee was suffering; they had to suffer more than she was suffering. A mantra to kill pounded at the base of her skull like a drumbeat, a call to arms, a battle march.

“I’ll kill them all!” The redhead bellowed out, fire in her voice that could only be matched by the color of her hair. “Every last one of them– I’ll kill them all!”

Silver grimaced when the nails dug into her arm but she didn’t let go. She could handle a little bit of pain. She had a lot worse by someone a lot stronger. “No.” Silver said softly, talking quietly. “You can kill them all but not right now. Not now, okay?”

The flames were still burning, she could feel the heat but she was just trying to talk Renee down. “He wouldn’t want you in danger, Renee. You know this.”

#c: renee #event: dante's death

blvckwellheiress:

She blew a kiss at the man as she stepped out of his car, pocketing the bag of dust that had been gifted her. Renee had no plans to ever see him again. She was a girl who operated on temporary fixes and this would be no different. As the car drove off, she rolled her eyes as she headed in the opposite direction, towards the Lost Boy territory. Her fingers wrapped around her phone as she contemplated a text to Emmett but was promptly distracted by the distant figure of her father – she could spot her family members anywhere.

“Dad!” She called out to grab his attention. It was something she was good at. And besides, if she didn’t have to walk in these heels, she’d be all the better for it. But she was too far away for him to hear the call, so the redhead prompted herself to raise her voice as he got into the car.

Boom.

It was a sight she hadn’t been expecting. Heart lurching, Renee’s eyes popped wide open at the sight of fire and without a moment of hesitation, she launched herself into a run towards the center of chaos.

“Dad!”

Silver caught the girl around the waist, her arms locked there so she couldn’t put herself into the danger.

“He’s gone. He’s gone.” Silver said harshly but she needed Renee to understand that where she was wasn’t okay. She was no longer the supposed mother bear that protected her cubs. She was now ice, solid and unyielding to what that fire had created. “It’s what they want, they want your pain. Don’t give it to them. Listen to me.”

Silver couldn’t understand what the young woman was going through but she was there and they weren’t going to lose another Blackwell. “Renee. I’m keeping you safe. You need to listen to me.”

#c: renee

Text ↠ Lost Boys ❞

John: Fuck.

John: I'll tell dad. Do a headcount. Keep the border guarded.

Silver: I know the drill.

#t: john

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