#darlingfalls

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@darlingfalls ♥’d this

there’s something almost sad in her eyes as she looks upon this soft boy with pale skin from a place far away. the boy whose sister has changed everything about peter. this boy who has, even slightly, changed something about her. 

     ❝ even if you go home... i don’t think anything will be the         same after this. ❞

[toerr-archive-blog]

                                    long  locks  of  ebony  cascade  in  the  wind  behind  her  as  she  RUNS  ;  free  &  headlong  into  the  town  --  rushing  past  others  &  bumping  into  a  few.                      she  wants  to  hurry  before  someone  tells  her  to  SLOW  DOWN  --  surely  if  she  moves  fast  enough,                     they  won’t  even  know  who  she  is  !                            it  all  seems  to  be  going  well  before  the  door  she’s  headed  for  swings  open  in  her  face,                        knocking  her  flat  backwards  as  hands  come  up  to  cup  her  face  --  half  in  PAIN  &  half  in  embarrassment.                       

|| ELLA OF FRELL || @darlingfalls

[raconteurofrepute-blog]

@darlingfalls

Hook has been biding his time.

He has been waiting, just for a short time, to see the Darling middle child alone - hoping he might take a detour from his usual path or something similar, but this? Why, this is unexpected, but nonetheless directly within Hook’s sights.

The bar is named THE PRINCES, its name titling its door in faded, neon lights. It isn’t the warm, inviting, modern club one might see upon the city’s well-walked high streets - it plays quiet, pulsating music, and there is no dancing or bright, disco lights. The dingy little place is decorated in browns and purples, and the only colour is in the tattered rainbow flag hanging over the bar. There aren’t any women in sight, but the men are numerous and varied, and there sits John Darling at the bar, apparently trying to make himself as small as is humanly possible.

Oh, yes, this is perfect.

Hook takes an easy step forwards, and he ignores the heads that turn eagerly to look his way, settling on the bar stool beside the boy. He gives him a long, sideways look, and says breezily, 

                     “Good evening, John. Might I buy you a drink?”

[knxckleskissed-blog]

wow so @darlingfalls made my nose bleed from fluff .. . .. . . .

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oldfashionedmalus, darlingfalls, fionagoode

DARLINGFALLS.

what  an  actual  gem     !!!     ellis  is  such  a  sweetheart  who  deserves  all  the  love  in  the  world     ;     i  adore  his  john     &     the  relationships  we  have  built  on  both  my  wendy     &     elsa  blogs     .     the  work  he  puts  into  his  muse  is  simply  admirable     ,     &     i  love  reading  all  the  headcanons     &     small  details  he  adds  in  that  nobody  else  would  have  thought  of     ;     honestly  nobody  else  could  write  john  for  me     ,     now     .          /          @darlingfalls

UNFORTUNATELY  NONNIE     ,     i  don’t  know  either  of  the  other  blogs  so  cannot  talk  about  them     ,     but  wish  them  love     &     luck     &     a  great  time  with  continued  tumblr  rp     !