#c:wil

[survivexendure]

@resolutevalor

The horse was galloping as fast is it could for a very long time. The animal was getting exhausted and Wil himself was bruised and battered but finally it seemed like they were losing the trolls. After another hour of not hearing anything Wil foolishly pulled back on the reigns to slow the horse down and that was when he was jumped from all directions. He tried to fight the creatures off and he was doing okay until he felt the club to the back of his head, knocking him out in the process.

The half elf wasn't sure how much time had passed as he came to but after a short groan escaping him the sack over his head was pulled off his head. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. The world around him was dark but he could tell they were in a clearing. At first he thought it was just him until he heard the loud electric sounds of a proud and the muffled screaming of someone he didn't recognize. He tried to listen to the trolls grunting and squealing sounds of communication but all he picked up was healer, rover, Ellcrys. He didn't know much but he knew he was in their way and they needed him gone.

Another shot of electricity sounded by the person tied up. He heard them muffle out no, please, no. But after another shot magic shot out of their hands and portal opened up behind Wil. Suddenly the biggest troll he had ever seen approached him and it clicked. They were not going to get him out of the way by killing him, there were clerics that could bring him back, but they were essentially kicking him out of the Four Lands. Wil's eyes went wide but before he could protest he felt a huge kick hit him in the sternum and make him shoot back.

One second the world was around him was flying by. The next thing he knew he was engulfed by blue but that only lasted a second. Next the black sky he had been looking at was suddenly bright blue and the stars had turned into light clouds. He heard someone screaming and thought it might be him but it also sounded so far away. As the screaming seemed to follow him he wondered if he was flying but that thought was fleeting as he suddenly felt and saw himself crashing through a thicket of trees. In a second the screaming stopped as the world around him went black just before he hit the ground in a lump.

[thecursedson]

w i l:

“When he’s in my fucking business, yeah..” Seriously, Bae could do a lot better than him. “Apparently, he’s fucking spying on me.” Bae might also notice that Wil had a ripe bruise along his cheek.

“. . .  It’s easy to spy on a bird when it sings.” Baelfire said rather matter-of-factly, choosing to leave his words at that. He looked at Wil’s face, narrowing his eyes at the bruise on his cheek. “What- . . . What happened. . .?”

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[thecursedson]

“Hey... Are you okay..?”

w i l:

“Yeah … Sometimes I just feel really insecure for some reason and I don’t know why. I just .. start not feeling right inside.”

     “Do you want to talk about it . . .? Or, would you rather be left alone?”

[thecursedson]

“I-... Dont hate me, which I know you already do... but I think Wil likes Harry... As more than a friend.”

p a n:

“……” 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!” 

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[thecursedson]

“I like seeing you smile.”

w i l:

“You do?” Today was not short of odd surprises, and the words did, in fact, make a genuine smile lift along his features. “Thanks, Bae. That means a lot to me.” It did. He was worried he wasn’t going to see Bae ever, again. 

    Baelfire shrugged a little as he looked at Wil. “Yes. . I do. I always liked seeing you smile. . .” He said sheepishly before looking down at his shoes. “You’re welcome, Wil. . . Don’t mention it.”

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[thecursedson]

𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼  𝓲𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭:

A moment of weakness. 

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and crying out in their sleep -- 10.

     Back in Neverland for the first time since he and Wil had said their goodbyes weeks ago. He had done well adjusting to the forest, even falling asleep peacefully under a tree. Things were going well . . . They were peaceful. He let nature guide his breathing as he slipped deeper and deeper into his slumber.

    You saw things that shook your core. . . 

          Things you’ve never seen before . . .

     The world shifted in his mind, and suddenly he was no longer in Neverland. Or. . . So he thought. 

     ‘Let’s play!’

     “I-I don’t want to play. . .” He mumbled in his sleep.

     He was back in Neverland in the life he had been made to forget. His clothes were torn, he was on the ground SCREAMING as each Lost Boy took their turn firing arrows through his body. He tugged at the vines that kept him tight down trying to free himself but with every tug they tightened until they cut into his skin and caused him to bleed. 

     Back in the real world, Baelfire was thrashing about violently in his sleep. Beads of sweat lined his forehead under his curly bangs, tears were lining his eyes as he continued to watch the torture play out as clear as day in his mind. 

     Cross your heart . . .

          And hope to die. . . 

     “Stop it. . . P-Please. . .?” He begged in his sleep. 

     Another Lost Boy took a turn, this time it was now swords and no longer arrows. They went around the circle, each blade shaper than the last. They went through his body and out the other side making him choke on blood. Tears trickled down his cheeks as his body ACHED with pain. He was bound to die, if not from pain, from blood loss. 

     “S-STOP IT! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!” He screamed into the night, throwing his arms and legs about as he tried to free himself from his mental restraints. 

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[thecursedson]

Deliver Him from Evil

W I L:

The Half-Fae Prince’s eye lit up when he saw his Bae come out from the bushes to see his, well, … almost his masterpiece. He wasn’t entirely finished yet, but he was really proud of it. A small excited giggle escaped as he rubbed the bloodied back of his hand across his nose to scratch it, before smiling, again.

“Can you believe I did this all with a dagger. No magic,” he beamed, waving his boyfriend over closer. “I mean it’s not really done yet… I haven’t put it back together, but it figures you’d show up … peeker~” he sing sang cooed.

“I’m going to create something really awesome with this. Maybe we could use it for Halloween. Oh,” he said pointing a blood-stained finger toward Bae, completely oblivious to the horror on Bae, “did I tell you? My dad said I can totally celebrate Halloween here in Neverland. It’s going to be so great,” he giggled. “Do you know one year I was the Pumpkin King? Long story, but it was great. I love Halloween. Do you know Autumn is my element? At least that’s what my biological father says. That’s why I can do this … watch …”

Wil crouched down next to the disembodied head of the Lost Boy, still fresh and resting in the pine needles. Just ever so carefully, he placed those small soft fingertips of his that no so long ago had caressed Bae’s own cheek, to that of the Lost Boy’s, and right where they touched the pink fresh skin, it started to dry up, shrivel, and brown, sinking into the skull as if age, rot, and decay had well-taken place on that one side of the boy’s cheek. “I can make the Fall happen to things.”

Standing in front of him was NOT the same Wil that Baelfire knew. The Wil that he knew was bubbly, kind, a beam of light to brighten any dark corner in his world. This Wil. . . This Wil was mimicking the same demonic boy who had trapped him on this bloody island on that time ago.  

‘What do you think, Baelfire? Think those Natives will leave my boys alone, now?’  ‘YOU KILLED HIM!’ ‘And you’ll be next, Laddie, if you try and stop me again.’

He didn’t move, standing frozen in horror with his mouth agape as he looked at the dismembered body of the boy he had only a day prior called one his closest friends. A single tear made its way down Baelfire’s cheek. With how far gone Wil was, maybe he could hear that tear slide down Baelfire’s cold skin? The other sang on about how he had done all of this without magic-- something Baelfire could NOT believe in the slightest. The boy was unrecognizable, sickeningly destroyed yet, Wil seemed to not care in the slightest. He was so HAPPY about it all that it made Baelfire feel like he wanted to scream and throw up at the same time. 

Finally, after moments of stunned silence, Baelfire’s mind pieced together just  EXACTLY what he was witnessing. SCARED, Baelfire opened his mouth to speak-- terrified that the same thing might happen to him if he utter the wrong words. “W-We are not using him for Halloween. . . My friend is not a puppet for you to toy with for your own desires. . . Y-You-. . .You MURDERED him, Wil! Wh-What are the others going to think when they see what you’ve done!?” In all honesty, Baelfire didn’t want Wil to answer that question. Based on his past experience here, he knew that they would be JUST as happy to see what Wil had done as Wil was. He didn’t know what was worse -- that his good friend was now dead, or that he was dead because his BOYFRIEND killed him without remorse? The second seemed worse. 

“Y-You can make the Fall happen to-. . .” Bae’s eyes scanned Wil over, shock still present in his baby brown hues. He took nervous steps backward as he made his way back to the path he had strayed from to find Wil and the dismantled boy in the first place. 

“W-Who are you? Wh-What happened to you, Wil? Gods, you are NOT th-the boy I love! N-No you’re. . .” His eyes met Wil’s, tears falling from them more rapidly now as his heart caught up with his mind. “. . .You’re a monster! No better than Malcolm himself!” With those last few words out into the night sky, and a burning pain in his chest, Baelfire began running through the bush back toward the Lost Boys’ camp. 

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[thecursedson]