[king-of-never-land]

Reunion (Pan and Baelfire)

[king-of-never-land]

"Really? You seemed to be having a lot of fun with the other boys," Peter reminded Baelfire, letting out a small chuckle. He leaned down to the boy’s eye level, studying him closely with the smirk still on his face. "You really haven’t changed at all, Baelfire. You’re still the lonely little boy I met a few years ago," he breathed, straightening up and placing a firm hand on his shoulder. A rather sharp gust of wind blew over, causing their hair to whip forward and the flaps of their blazers to flutter haphazardly in the wind.

"Let’s go inside, shall we? You must be cold," he said, not really giving the boy a choice as he started leading him over to the direction of the Academy’s library.

[spiralingbae]

Baelfire didn't respond because he did enjoy himself. He enjoyed the free sensation that he feeled when he was jumping along with the lost boys. He remembered how he forgot about his papa and the ball of feelings inside of him. Bae backed away when Peter came closer to him. His confused state of mind began to show because of the same confused expression on his face.

And then, out of the blue, it clicked. The piper wasn't trying to be his friend. "You're wrong," he responded quickly. Of course Baelfire was not telling the truth. His papa was basically treating him the same making him feel the same. Still making him feel neglected and that his papa didn't trust him. "I have changed and so has my papa. He's different." he continued as he was being ushered.

"What bring you to the Academy to begin with?" he asked in a smooth tone. It was a simple question that Bae was curious about but he didn't want want Peter to get annoyed or defensive.

[spiralingbae]

closed } Baelfire & Florence

[foreverjustflorence-blog]

Florence let out a sigh of relief when he told her that his father wasn’t there but still watched her every word. When Baelfire started rambling, she laughed lightly and went over to look at the textbook he was holding. “Which class is this for?” Flo asked then side-glanced at him. You’re not the one who should be nervous, she thought to herself. “I should be doing what you’re doing considering I barely understand five words from my teachers.”

She looked back to Baelfire and coughed a little. “I’m Florence, by the way. Sorry for, er, freaking out when I saw you,” she said and bit her lip. Flo didn’t expect Rumplestiltskin’s son to be so… not dangerous? She’d observed him from a distance in the villages, and that was only when someone was about to die from doing something as little as telling him to get off the road. However here, when his father wasn’t watching his every move, Bae was just another student at Storybrooke. “You’re Baelfire… right?”

[spiralingbae]

Bae carefully watched Florence's moves and reactions there after. It led him to wonder what if? What if his papa didn't turn into the Dark One? Where would they all be?

Baelfire smiled softly as he sat himself down into the position he was before Florence had arrived. "It's for the subject I have the most problems with," he said a bit embarrassed not saying which subject it was. Even though he knew he should Bae didn't pay much attention during the classes. He just had trouble focusing on what was being lectured. But this was a different situation for him. He was actually paying attention to every word she was saying. She sounded more calm and reassured by his past comment about his father. "It all depends on what works for you. Maybe you like having the teachers teach you verbally or learn best by reading it to yourself."

He sighed, his nerves slowly calming down as well. Everything was okay. His papa wasn't any where in sight which was for the best. "Oh no. It's fine. I'm kinda used to people freaking out when they see my papa or me."

Baelfire placed the book he still had in his hand down next to him and offered her another smile. "Yes, my name's Baelfire. It's not as good as Florence but it'll do."

[believingboy-blog]

It's getting too cold for my usual homework spot...

[believingboy-blog]

Looks like it’s an exploration quest then? This weekend, maybe?

[spiralingbae]

Yeah, a quest. A quest to find our new little spot...unless you don't want to share.

[king-of-never-land]

Reunion (Pan and Baelfire)

It was a cold day - one of the coldest he had experienced in Storybrooke so far. The wind was swift and relentless, almost to the point where it was biting across his skin. Peter, seemingly unfazed by the cold, leaned against a tree in the courtyard as he observed students bundled up in scarves, rushing to get indoors. The school uniforms did nothing to protect from the cold, which led Peter to wonder why they had to wear them in the first place - they were useless. Peter scoffed lightly to himself. It was never cold in Neverland. In Neverland, the weather was always the same - it was always perfect.

A familiar, small figure caught Peter’s eye and he perked up, straightening his posture to get a closer look. 

Once he recognized who it was, a devious smirk found its way across Peter’s lips. It was Rumple’s son…and a former Lost Boy. The timing couldn’t be any more perfect. 

"Baelfire," Peter called out the boy’s name in a pleasantly surprised tone. "Why, it’s a surprise seeing you here," he commented, advancing toward Baelfire slowly. Once he got closer, he gave Baelfire a quick once-over. The boy hadn’t changed much.

"Did you miss me?" he said with a sneer.

[spiralingbae]

Baelfre had been informed by the teachers that outside wasn't the place to be at the moment. He had experienced harsh winters before but that didn't mean he was used to them. He tucked himself in various layers under his uniform before he had left his room. Bae was trying to be careful. It was the season of sickness and getting sick was something he definitely wanted to avoid. Baelfire clutched on to the strap of his back pack feeling the wind hitting him roughly when he exited the building making it hard for him to breath. The harsh wind was causing many problems.

Another problem the numbing wind was causing was that it was making it hard for him to hear. That would be why he continued to walk not hearing Peter when he had called for him the first time. Baelfire had only taken notice of him when Pan began to walk towards him. He stopped on his track when he realized who the figure in front of him was. It was someone he had met before. "Hello Piper," he greeted. "I wasn't expecting to see you here either."

Bae was confused. Peter was awfully glad to see him again. But they had only met once before in the past. It wasn't like they were good friends to begin with. "If you're asking me if I miss wandering about at night, jumping around dangerously close to a fire wearing a mask, and talking to you over my papa not trusting me then the answer would be no."

[believingboy-blog]

It's getting too cold for my usual homework spot...

[believingboy-blog]

You don’t suppose we can find good, quiet spots indoors, do you?

[spiralingbae]

This place is big. I'm sure we could find some places that are just as good if we set our minds to it.

[spiralingbae]

closed } Baelfire & Florence

[foreverjustflorence-blog]

Florence was out exploring the campus grounds. She preferred this realm over the endless Enchanted Forest, so if she was going to stay, she was going to have to familiarize herself. After wandering through the school and successfully only getting yelled at by two teachers, Flo decided to investigate the outdoors. It wasn’t long before the blonde stumbled into a beautiful green meadow. There was one other person sitting against a tree, reading a book. Florence smiled at how calm and content he looked until he realized she was there and locked eye contact.

Flo paled. She recognized him — everyone did. He was the Dark One’s son… Baelfire was it? It was no secret that anyone who was a potential threat to Rumplestiltskin’s child was either killed or worse. “I’m so sorry,” Florence stuttered with wide eyes. “I didn’t know anyone was here. I didn’t mean to disturb you, I- I’m…” she gulped and lost her train of thought.

"What book are you reading?" Flo inquired in a small voice, trying to chance the subject before she was turned into a roach and stepped on. Even she knew that she couldn’t afford to get on the Dark One’s bad side. Especially here, in this world, considering she didn’t have magic or a weapon. Granted, none of those would be of help to Florence anyway, but still.

[spiralingbae]

Baelfire frowned when he saw the girl react badly when she saw him. It was the scared reaction that he was used to. This girl knew who his father was. He quickly stood from where he was sitting and extended his arms trying to calm the girl down. "I-It's okay," he told her a bit frightened himself. "My papa isn't here."

Those were the words that he knew would calm her right down. Baelfire liked to believe that if his father was not the dark one then he would be able to have plenty of friends. He remembered how it wasn't that hard for him to talk to the other kids of his village. How he would play ball with them or fight with their wooden swords.

Said boy bit his lip as he didn't know what exactly she was going to do. Girls were unpredictable. People that where scared were unpredictable in general. She would either scream, scream and run away, or maybe even scream and faint. He just stood awkwardly, waiting for the girl in front of him to respond in some way. That was when he thought he heard someone speak. He immediately looked at the girl and exhaled. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Following the girls still scared gaze he knew what she had said. She had asked about the book in his hand. "Oh...oh! W-well I don't know if you would consider this a novel. It's just one of the text books for the academy that I thought I would read to get a head start. Then during the classes I would understand what the teacher was teaching about in more depth. It's all for my benefit in the academics and-" He stopped himself. He was ranting again. He looked up to see if she didn't leave during his rant. Baelfire was happily surprised when he saw that the girl was still there. "I'm sorry, I tend to just ramble when I'm nervous."

[believingboy-blog]

It's getting too cold for my usual homework spot...

and three pages of my schoolbooks have water stains from leaves falling on them. 

Why can’t it just be spring all the time? 

[spiralingbae]

I know how you feel. It's getting too cold for my reading spot. Now it's just gonna be inside my room for me unless classes are going on.

[spiralingbae]

o p e n

    It was settled. Baelfire was going to continue to attend classes at the academy to prove that he was capable of doing more than what people expected from him. Being the son of the Dark One did not get him a good name in the face of the public but of course none of them would ever say anything about it. None of them dared to speak an ill word about his family because they knew the wrath of Rumpelstiltskin and what he was capable of. This was going to be the beginning of Baelfire's independent life...for the most part. He was going to have to be more dependent on himself and not on his father.      The boy left his dorm room as quietly as he could not wanting anyone to stare at him like they did in the past. With a book in his hand he decided that it would be best to just pay attention in his academics and nothing more. Other than friends. His weakness. Baelfire can't remember the last time he had a friend to talk to. He mostly just kept to himself and sometimes shared with his father. He made his way to the grassy green environment that he had spotted when he first arrived and had loved ever since. That was his spot. The spot where he could think and be in peace. He sat himself on the floor leaning on the tree behind him trying to find a comfortable position to be able to read.

    Opening the book, Baelfire went to the last page he has read and continued reading. He only got to read a few pages when he felt something. No, not something. Someone. That immediately put Baelfire on high alert taking him off of his calm distant trance. He looked around trying to find the person that, he thought, should not have been there.