#514-a

[tinypaintedthings]

Lifting the Veils

It was late Halloween night, far past when the last of the trick or treaters stopped walking the streets, and even the older high school kids finished their toilet papering and rowdy going-ons. The moon light shined through the branches of the woods, as Wil headed down that dark path of his to his favorite tree deep inside. 

Everyone at the manor had been asleep for a least a good hour to his knowledge. He had needed to wait, to make sure no one had followed him... including his brother. God, he would have loved to have had him there for this, but that would not have flown. There was no way in hell he was going to chance him seeing the body Danny was currently in .. though that was exactly what was going to get changed that night.

Giddy energy soared through William as he almost sprinted deeper and deeper into the woods, his sketchbook firmly tucked under his arm. The trees and earth felt alive around him. The fall crisp leaves and air making him feel almost high with energy. It tingled.

With a giggling little laugh, he finally danced up to the tree, and sat down, finding the page with Danny in it. With a smile, he placed his palm down on the painting of his friend, just feeling him there for a minute, like to remember this moment, before, he opted to take out his pencil, making that little doorway. Wil stepped in. 

On the outside, the sketchbook rustled alone in the autumn leaves. The faint sounds of whispering airy like giggles mixed with the breeze.

“Danny.. ~” Wil cooed a hint of a bubbling glimmer in his tone, as his eyes nearly sparkled. He was seriously so excited, he was beaming. This had to work. It just had to. “Oh, Danny boy~ Wake up. Guess what day it is?” He grin just widened even more. “It’s Halloween.”

[butlerrisms]

@514-a

“You got a twin or something, mate? Swore I just saw you in like some big fancy mansion...”

[fearsurrendered-blog]

@514-a hit the ❤

    ❝ I didn’t WANT to do it!         I wouldn’t have if I knew        this was going to turn out        like this - if I knew I was going        to turn out like this. ❞

[unrequitedloyalty]

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It was no secret that the frenchman knew of where some of his missing bread went at times. Seeing why the boy would steal was understandable and he couldn’t scold or press charges which was cruel either way, so he even at times looked the other way intentionally so the boy could take what he needed.

Upon seeing the gaping wound on the boy when he happened upon him, Lefou was quick to rush him inside his bakery, ignoring any blood that would stain the brown flooring a darker red. He had provided a bandage but having the boy apply pressure helped.. he was still amazed that the boy wasn’t crying by now, not so much as a whimper. “Poor boy.” He didn’t want to ask what happened nor jump to a conclusion so he began to clean his floor. “You are incredible. I’ve seen some men much older than you cry from such an injury.”

[pueraeternuspan]

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The boy was hallucinating. Peter could see the paleness of the skin and can almost smell the infection from so close. Green eyes looking over the boy that seemed to jump at every shadow.. Five has seen better days as they all had. Peter had taken to living mostly in the woods around Gotham and of course his more illegal ways to get money.

Seeing Five again should have brought him joy, not concern. Being the only other child during their time in Indian Hill- the branch swinging at his head shook him from his thoughts and he jumped back before the branch connected, showing a grace even while jumping backwards. “Five-” He urged. It must have been Five.. right? Surely this wasn’t Bruce. For one thing, the voices were different. And for another Peter was certain he’d have been to weak to so much as swing a branch, let alone walk still with such a... “It’s Peter! Indian Hill’s Peter Pan... Malcolm!” He had to get to him for one thing. The next would be to get him somewhere safe.. the infection could very well kill him if it isn’t treated quickly.

Already the dark form got behind Five, green eyes blazed, ready to force the boy to surrender.

[awondrouschild-blog]

@514-a

“You don’t have to listen to them, you know, you can make your own destiny.”

[tinypaintedthings]

Blood Drawings

Wil stepped through the door he’d drawn from Neverland back into his bedroom at home, when the giddy high he was on dropped. A cold icy trail of fell through him, as he looked up to the walls of his room. Splattered across the nice fine wallpaper of the manor bedroom were the words:

Peter Pan Never Fails

Play Again, You Lose

... in blood.

A sheer sense of dread washed the color just a bit from Wil’s completion.

Oh, my god. Did he kill his mother?

...but then Wil heard a knock on his door. 

“Wil, don’t stay up all night in there. You have school tomorrow.” It was his mom, and although, relief fell just a bit over him at that fact, tangles of sickened worry knotted in his stomach.

Danny.

Quickly, Wil opened his sketchbook, placing it down on his bed, and then drew himself a doorway into that mirrored bedroom picture of his.

“Danny!.. Danny, where are you?!”

Of course, it took a moment for that picture and Danny to come alive, but Wil quickly turned to that chair he had drawn, and just as his Danny was awakening to his presence, he wrapped his arms around him, closing his eyes with relief.

“Oh, thank god. Just don’t move. Just don’t move, okay,” he breathed out sound.

[tinypaintedthings]

Cont. from Here

514-a

“Why would that be weird?”

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 ........... For a minute, words were not something Wil could muster. “Um.. ‘cause, like .. you know.. like privates and peeing, you know? You wouldn’t find that a little awkward?”