Closed || Cruel Fates
In our world, this world, and the next. There you were and here I am.
|| @bloodandpixiedust
James wasn't supposed to be here. It was dangerous for him to be here. Yet, the call of the sea sang out to him more hauntingly than that of the sirens who live beneath its surface. Even as a child, he'd spent hours at his window to watch the water. He always came back to the water when he could. That didn't mean that he should.
Even though most of the city had gone to sleep, James knew there were wanderers like him who found the moon too bright and their thoughts too loud. Anyone who'd come upon him here may have more in common with him than they may care to know. The folks here in New Elias considered him a villain, a scoundrel, a leader of thieves. They've never been told anything to lead them into thinking otherwise. And Hook's been called worse things, as it were.
Still, he sought solitude tonight. That was why he sat himself in the sand and began to count the stars' reflections on the water. The push and pull of the tide caused endless ripples across the inky black surface, turning a sky of a million stars into a sea of a infinite, changing galaxies.
The last thing he'd hoped for this evening was the sounds of shifting sand behind him, footsteps of someone approaching. Likely, it was someone to tell him to move along, that the beach was closed and he'd have to leave. If they recognized him, maybe they'd spit on his name before ousting him back to the Underland.
Cautiously, James sent a glance over his shoulder. What he saw was enough to make his blood run cold. His coat had been protecting him from the biting chill of the beach breeze, but nothing could have prepared him for the shiver that ran down his spine when he knows the figure standing there. James was on his feet swiftly to stand face to face with the being he'd nearly given up waiting for. Peter Pan.
Even under the glowing, forgiving light of the moon, James could clearly see that this was not the boy he once knew. The impish glint in his eye was the same, but the tell-tale signs of aging have gripped him. It's enough for a small, wry laugh to bubble from James's lips.
"Fuck, Pan, look at you," James broke the silence. No doubt, Peter was just as stunned to find him in the labyrinth of this new world as he was to be found here by him tonight. Yet, if this truly was the same boy--the same monster--he'd once known in Neverland, then he will be the same Captain Hook. He knew exactly which words to make this first blow hurt. "You've grown so old."
