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{notaenglishrose} I really want a thread with a vampiric Peter Pan, and Wendy going to a club that is like something to do with neverland. . .
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Leave a 〄 in my askbox and I'll tell you the first three words that come to my character's mind at the thought of yours
Arrogance, danger, terror.
demonicxpan said: THE BORGIAS WAS MY LIFE WHOAAAA
OH GOD I HAVE LITERALLY JUST BEEN SPENDING THE ENTIRE DAY WATCHING SEASON 1 JFC IT'S AMAZING AND I'M MAKING A NEW MUSE THAT HAS THE FC OF HOLLIDAY GRAINGER BECAUSE GORGEOUS AND WOW WOWOWOW
demonicxpan said: YOURE A FANTASTIC WRITER AND YOURE GORGEOUS OMFG I AM OFFICIALLY JEALOUS OF YOU
OKAY HOW ABOUT NO MAN HOW ABOUT NO OMG I AM JEALOUS OF YOU BC UR WRITING UGH PERF AND LIKE I'M SURE YOU'RE SOOOOO PRETTY UGH
"I owe you."
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Her breath caught. She didn’t understand. He’d let her come sit at the fire for the first time in what must’ve been months. He hadn’t spoken to her, but he’d given her distance until the boys started heading off to bed. He had sat beside her and stayed silent.
Until he spoke words that didn’t make sense.
Peter Pan didn’t owe her; Peter Pan didn’t owe anyone. He didn’t owe, he owned. What was with him tonight? Wendy tried to look him over for signs of sickness, worried maybe he’d become delirious. She stared at him a long time before daring to speak.
When she did, it still didn’t feel all that right.
"It’s fine, really," she murmured, not sure what game this was or how to play it. Was he testing her? Teasing her? His face said otherwise. There was no smirk, there was no fury. His face was smoother than last she’d seen it; he looked tired. "Just forget it."
"I don’t mind.”
Color and Light | Peter & Shelia
Shelia loved art class. To be quite honest, it was her favorite part of the day. When she was outside of the classroom, even at her own home, she longed to be back in the familiar setting with her crazy teacher and her classmates. For the most part, they didn't bother her, which helped contribute to this beautiful portion of her day.
She was doodling in her notepad when the bell rang for seventh hour. She heard as the teacher began to speak, but she couldn't stop drawing the beautiful little skeleton man in her notebook. It wasn't until he called her name that she looked up.
"Glad you could join us, Shelia. You'll be partnered with Peter today. The room I assign you two to draw in is the auditorium."
Glancing up at the board, she saw that he'd written down something about portraits of people. So, she figured she'd be drawing Peter today, which wouldn't be too bad of an experiment. If anything, the boy was interesting, and had a certain aura about him that screamed for people to notice him.
She grabbed her notepad and walked over to the boy. Truth be told, she'd never spoken a word to him in her life. "So, you're the infamous Peter."
"Of course Atlantica is real, I used to live there."
