#dsnlmerida

[dsnl-peter]

Upon the return [Merida&Peter]

Peter had let his anger, annoyance, betrayal, disappointment whatever it was get the better of him. Waking up the morning after to have he leave him for someone on Wendy's side felt like a slap to the face. Peter very rarely got slapped by anyone that wasn't Wendy. Either this feeling had allowed him to at least get someone work done. With his darker side in main control he did little more that take trips off the island and bustle about the hideout. With Merida, Wendy and Tink gone it felt very much like the old days, the boys by his side being the ones he turned to for opinion.

But the boys could only stand so much of being coped up and weren't sent of on missions of both seriousness and play. He'd had a fairy with him most of the day working on art work for his papers. He simply liked writing more when there were pretty pictures. He had the series laid out on the table writing notes on the sides and rearranging them. His plans for the newest arrival and which of the people he'd been watching he'd try and persuade next. 

He tensed slightly bringing up his head and staring at the wall as he sensed Merida was nearing the hideout. As the started to enter he leaned back over put his check against his fist blocking his face and the table top from her view as if he didn't even know she were there.

[dsnl-peter]

The Morning After [Perida]

During the night Peter had redressed his bottom half, it felt awkward to be so open. He spent a large portion of the night staring at the walls and ceiling or staring at Merida. He felt different a bad kind of different deep inside. He didn't regret what he did but he knew he;d stirred something inside that would late come back and cause trouble for them.

Peter could feel morning setting in, the first rays of sunshine was his favorite part of the day. He put aside his thoughts and slide his arm under Merida and sliding closer to her and she hugged his arms around her. He rested his lips against her arm just below her shoulder and watched her face.

[dsnl-peter]

Don't move [Merida and Peter]

Peter was sitting on his throne like chair at the front of the hide out looking out over everything else. He was surrounded by all sorts of toys, trinkets and treasures but nothing there had caught his attention. No, right now he was sitting check resting in his fist very focused watching Merida as he'd been doing the past ten minutes. He had not idea what she was doing over there, her back turned to him he was just focused on her. Admiring her you could say. 

But now he was staring at one spot, he had been for the last three minutes. 

Curiosity finally got the better of him and he raised himself out of his chair, flying of course not walking. He approached behind her quietly and stared at her for a moment before reaching a hand up and ever so gently running his finger tips down the back of her neck.

[dsnl-peter]

Home is where Peter wants it to be [Merida/Peter]

Peter lounged on his throne his back leaned into on arm of the chair one leg on the other his other leg draped down the front. An arm covered his face as he sat quietly in his hideout. All the windows were closed even the top entrance and the whole room was lit solely by a candle near the on foot entrance. To others the room might sounds as if wind was blowing through it a faint sound that held no real meaning but to Peter it enveloped his ears. Loud, forced, harsh whispers swirled around him. His shadow never talking in long complete sentences but in bits that repeated as he moved around the room. 

At first the shadow used to scare him but now it was calming, energizing and made him feel powerful. Today the shadow was rather worked up after the full moon it had a lot to say. Mostly about girls. It swirled around him warning not to get to close. Not to trust. Girls were vicious back stabbing creatures, he needed to manipulate them. Show them who was in charge, show them who they needed to stop undermining him. Peter often paid no mind to the whispering of his shadow but often times it did leave impressions on his mind. 

As he heard someone approaching the shadow subsided and lay in it's rightful place still whispering to Peter. "Take of your shoes" Peter called out into the darkness at however was coming.

[dsnl-peter]

So,

My little fire nymph, how is my island treating you?