“I-... Dont hate me, which I know you already do... but I think Wil likes Harry... As more than a friend.”
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“……” He was quick to ball up his fist and the other would be quick to feel a tightness around his throat that nearly cut off his air. Peter didn’t even look at the Lost Boy as he stared ahead with a calm.. though all of the land around him seemed to shudder into silence.. as if preparing for a storm that would destroy the land.
“… What?” He asked, grip tightening. Wil didn’t… he couldn’t. Teeth bared finally, showing he was angry.. if that could even be the right word to use. “That disgusting pirate runt.. he dares to think.. to even imagine he could use Wil… my own son?” He let Baelfire go to at least make sure he didn’t suffocate. “If you’re lying, you will pay dearly.” His voice was calm… almost if not just like Kheelan’s had been before harming someone. “That damned vermin dares to use him.. he… he can’t! He can’t!” Peter yelled. “I’m going to kill that lowly pirate!” And he was off, full of only ideas of how Harry was pretending to return feelings to Wil, to use his son.. to use and destroy his heart when he was done… a broken heart.. Peter was gone and on a hunt for the Hook boy.
If this was what Bae intended would happen, he just got his wish… Peter was going to shred the boy into such small pieces that not even insects could get the pieces!
The stunned silence that followed the words that had slipped from Baelfire’s mouth was scary enough. The next singular syllable word paired with a sudden tight grip around his neck added another layer to that fear. Gasping for dear life as the hand around his neck began to imprint a bruise with every passing, Baelfire’s small hands wrapped around Pan’s wrist in a hopes to pull himself free. “I-I. . . P-P-pa~!” His eyes squeezed shut as he prayed that it would all be over soon.
His wish was granted, but only slightly. Air flooded Baelfire’s lungs with the sudden release of his throat forcing him to sharply swallow oxygen like a fish. He collapsed to his knees coughing upon being freed. One hand gripped at the soil below as the other rubbed his newly marked neck. “I-I wouldn’t l-lie about feelings. . . B-But I accept my fate. . .” If he were to die for speaking the truth that Wil had told him then so be it. He hadn’t lied. He rarely lied. He wasn’t scared of Pan’s wrath. He lived through it once, he could do it again. What truly terrified the chipped teacup of a boy was. . .
“W-Wil!” Without a second to lose, Baelfire scrambled to his feet before darting off through the dense Neverland forest. He had to find Wil before Pan got to Harry or it could be too late for his brother and his ex-boyf-person. As he ran, he knew what trouble he was running into. He was running toward Wil who would more than likely hate him for going to Pan to confess something that he had intended to get advice about. In reality, he had no choice. He couldn’t go to Wil’s birth father because his knowing things seemed to make Wil even angrier. He just kept messing up and causing things to happen without meaning for them too. He had to prepare for Wil to yell at him. Call him a traitor, a jerk, and any other mean thing he could think of. . . He was ready for the consequences of his actions, even if they would tear him to pieces.
Nearly completely out of breath, Baelfire ran through camp to find Wil. Panic was in his eyes as he rounded a tree and crashed into the Prince of Neverland. “W-Wil! Thank goodness! It’s Harry, h-he’s in danger! I-It’s -- It’s your dad! He’s going to kill him!”
/ / @tinypaintedthings