neverland had been busy, or at least peter and the lost boys had been. their presence along the brush had virtually become nonexistent, their minds and bodies going along with the most recent game of the ruler. even peter himself couldn’t deny how much time the boys had spent working. free spirit was limited for him recently, and even then it hardly lasted as long as he’d like it to. he had no time to explore the island he could navigate blind-- no time to lounge by his thinking tree and actually ponder anything he had been doing.
so what does he do the moment his hands are no longer bound by the scheme he sparked? of course, he seeks his mermaid. there was no greater joy to peter than that girl, but he wouldn’t ever speak those thoughts aloud. even as his gaze discovered her, a sudden leap in his chest, peter bit his tongue to avoid the facts that he had already found to be true. instead, he watches quietly, observing her actions. enjoying the sight of her though when his tongue does finally articulate a greeting, it comes off as if he were just simply amused.
“i see you’re enjoying yourself, little guppy.”












