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OPEN STARTER

LOCATION : the bonfire.

wendy had never danced so much in her life. she spun in circles around the bonfire, whooping & laughing with the other ‘lost boys’. her chest was heaving & cheeks dusted with a deep rosy blush when she finally stepped away from those blazing embers. not wanting to halt the others’ fun, she tiptoed away to regain her energy & breathe in some air that was not muddled with smoke. as she strayed further, her ears pricked at a not-too-distant sound : splash, bubble, splash. curiosity was one of the girl’s greatest faults, leaving her with no choice but to investigate. wendy was sure it would be merfolk ( likely trying to join the fiery festivities from afar ) yet, as she neared the water, the eyes that glinted back were not human nor mer nor anything she could recognize. but, she thought to herself, it was dark & the moon’s light could often play tricks. the darling crept forward, her skirts growing heavy with every step further into the shallow water, trying to get a better look at the elusive creature peering through the surface . . .

something brushed against her, causing the girl lurch out of her hypnotized daze. “ you scared me half to death ! “ she gasped. a hand flew to her chest, easing the pound of her jolted heart. “ i just needed to catch my breath, but then i saw-- “ in the time she had blinked it had vanished. the horizon was now empty & her hand was outstretched with a pointed finger towards nothing but open water. no eyes peaked above the surface, leering. “ well, i thought i saw something . . . no. i did see something. there, in the water. you must have seen it, too. it was right there a mere second ago. “ she frowned, finally turning to the shadowed figure.

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OPEN STARTER !

[ one week in neverland ]

frost kissed tenderly at the very tips of her fingers. that was the first thing wendy noticed as her eyes fluttered open, met by the light of dawn cresting over emerald treetops. the world around her was waking, too. birds sang in the branches overhead. bugs paid her little mind as they buzzed by. nature's symphony bid her 'good morning', and wendy responded with a short yawn.

slowly rising from the knotted ball she'd curled into, tired eyes finally absorbed their surroundings . . . unfamiliar surroundings. alarm stroked her nerves, sending goose-pimples down her arms and butterflies aflutter in her stomach. she was not spread comfortably across a pile of furs with curly by her side, cozied up for warmth to combat the remnants of winter ( which melted into a memory with each passing day, spring nearly in bloom ). she wasn't even in the tree, for that matter, nor anywhere near it. brambles clung desperately to the skirt of her dress and dirt stained the once-white lacing like an ugly cluster of bruises. in her few days on the island, what once was a wedding dress highlighting the peak of edwardian elegance ( modest collar, majestic train, and a tight bodice overpowered by piles upon piles of ruffles ) had been reduced to something more akin to a flat, tattered shift. the delicate silhouette haunted wendy's frame like a ghost of her recent past.

however, the unkept appearance of her clothes — though improper, something she would have found deeply embarrassing given different circumstances — were in the back of her mind. where was she ? how had she ended up there ? questions crowded her waking mind as she stumbled to stand on bare feet ( had she left her boots at the tree . . . ), turning in slow circles. this had happened before, more times than she'd care to admit. waking up outside of her room, bed, or even townhouse. gaps in her memory. confusion and anxiety. 'sleepwalking', the doctor had decided. the answer had pleased her parents so, to remain good and compliant, she let it please her.

wendy took a deep breath, forcing down the rising nerves before they could swell into a panic. surely she would be fine once she started walking. she'd regain her bearings, or, by some miracle, stumble upon a friendly face. but, just as she'd decided to head eastward, a heavy THUMP THUMP froze her in place like one of the frosted flowers by her feet. wendy turned her head, cautiously peering through the foliage. " peter ? ace ? " , darling wendy called out, naively hopeful. silence. she gulped. then, quieter this time : " it's impolite to frighten young ladies. do come out ! "

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OPEN STARTER !

a day like many before it, marlowe found himself completely and utterly bored. even now, glassy eyes gazing thoughtlessly at the figure before him, he had to bite down upon his tongue to stop a disinterested yawn from escaping. with a webbed-finger, the merman trailed invisible lines across the lagoon’s otherwise serene surface, too easily allowing his attention to shift from the other’s words that bounced off his eardrums and back into the space between them.

unlike the summer air surrounding them, the water was ice cold and deeply comforting. desperately, he wished to sink back down to the floor of crushed bone and smooth stones and escape whatever task was being unwillingly laid atop his shoulders. “ but what exactly can i expect in return ? “ , he hummed, shifting empty orbs away from them and onto the glow of his own marvelous tail — the color and glow having finally begun to return to it, along with his strength.