#adarlinglittleboy

[liibrairie]

          ( ❛ & belliever svikinnar askifwehaveavocados adarlinglittleboy regretisms )

     & she's  reading  when  attention  is gathered ;;      sequestered away  in a  table  of  her  own with       bare remains of her  meal balanced 'pon white      eatery before her  as  azureus  gaze lifting from      pristine  pages  &  lithe  digits quell  in  absent      motions against smooth  sides of glass at her      side.    embarrassment    threatens   to   color      rounds of cheeks as finally she speaks ;;

                                  ❝ I'm sorry, what? ❞

[adarlingwendy]

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Michael had been up and out of bed before John could even reach for his glasses. Of the two brothers, he had always been the most active; the most impulsive. The youngest. John stood back and thought about things, he had always been the one to decide what they were to do, even as children. And while Michael trusted his judgement as implicitly as only a younger brother could, he valued the return and safety of his older sister above anything else in the world.

They had worked too hard to find one another again. Every shadow had become Pan’s, every night terror some horrible sign. No Darling was ignorant to the ways and influences of Peter. And Michael had hurried to Wendy’s room at the very first sign of distress.

He stood in the doorway now, half clutching the frame as if he were worried it might suddenly topple in on them. His eyes were wide, his night shirt half untucked, hair askew. Almost unconsciously his gaze flickered, momentarily, to the tightly locked bedroom window.

"Are you sure?" he asked, breathlessly.

It had been a dream like the ones that were haunting Wendy ever since her return from Neverland. It might not have been what everyone else thought was haunting her, but she let them believe what they wanted, because it was much easier this way. Wendy tried to take a deep breath as she looked around. The window was tightly shut and the sky was still dark, indicating that they wouldn´t see daylight for another few hours.

Her eyes fell on her younger brother then, who was standing by the door, looking at her. He seemed startled, as much as Wendy was, so she simply nodded as she pushed her covers back to get up. "Yes, don´t worry." she told him, taking another deep breath as she moved towards the door, a little wobbly on her feet. "It was just a dream, I´m sorry that I´ve woken you up,"

Wendy knew that either of them was easily startled these days. Michael and John probably from fear of Peter returning and Wendy because she had learned to have a light sleep in case someone, or something, from the forest attacked and they had to defend themselves. "You should go back to sleep, I´ll be fine,"

[notsodarlingwendy]

Darling Dears

Wendy walked along the pier looking at each one of the people coming down from the Jolly Roger. A prayer was on her breath that Belle had managed what she promised, that her returning the box to them had not cost her her baby brothers, that at last she could put her family back together. 

[brokenthimbles]

reunited || wendy & michael

adarlinglittleboy

Engaged, a new life. It was hard to have come so far with her life despite the torture Peter had forced her to endure. She often wondered of her brothers, and her family. What they did after she had been taken. Did they get married? Have children?

Today was one of those days as she walked back to the flat her and her fiance shared in London. Bumping into a gentleman while her thoughts were on a far simpler time, she apologized before freezing in her tracks reaching out and touching his arm.

"I... I'm sorry you just look.. .a lot like someone... I used to know..."