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[thecursedson]

@lostambitixn​ gets a smol thing from the Baeby <3 

                    Baelfire shuffled up to Farley then sat beside him by the fire, fiddling with a seashell he found by the shore earlier that day. Bright brown eyes toyed with it gently, then handed it over to Farley hoping that he’d accept the small gift. “You know. . .Sometimes, sitting alone isn’t as fun as sitting with someone else.”

[thedragcnbrother]

The Halloween Party

Tom kissed his husband with a low reverberation, and then snagged up his glass of bourbon, and headed out of their bedroom to start downstairs. The black candles in the wall scones of the old castle already were lit and flickering haunted shadows along the ornate stone staircase and front hallway. One girl he had compelled was softy playing the piano in the living room where most of the seating was around the fireplace which was lit as well.

Spooky cobwebs were hugs adding a nice finished touch to the old mansion’s Halloween Aesthetic.

This was going to be a delicious night for his family and he totally meant that literally. The guests to their lovely party would be arriving any minute.

Now where was his son?

“Yeah, I’m all ready for this party, Dad.” He appeared in the hallway, completely oblivious to what his dads had truly intended in all of this. It’d be his first Halloween and well, it he was kind of excited. “Harry and Farley should be arriving any minute.”

Well, Tom expected as much, although, he couldn’t help the mild roll of his eyes. All right, whatever~. It wasn’t as if the vermin would actually be able to stop what was happening even if they wanted. In fact, he might find their expressions interesting. “You need a costume, Devi~.”

“Oh, I’ve got one. I’ve got a mask and well, I figured I’d just do what you’re doing and make my horns appear or something. Where’s dad?”

“Upstairs still getting ready. He’ll be down in a minute. You seen super jumpy, Devrim. Have you eaten?”

“Eaten? What? No. I figured I’d just you know wait for all the food at the festivities. I saw that lady Swanson whatever cooking stuff in the kitchen for everyone. She said she’d make me a couple hamburgers, too, so don’t worry.”

[thedragcnbrother]

"You do realize how not fun that was, lizard? Very rude I must say."

“What the holy hell is this bullshit?!” Tom exclaimed with honest surprise, but also with a short disbelieving laugh. “You’re alive?” He sat up, holding his smoke. “How is that even possible? I literally ate you. I have digested your body. You do not even have a body to come back to!”

Not to mention he was awfully stupid if he did to return to him. Did he want to get eaten, again? He was game, of course, if that’s what the kid wanted ... or didn’t want. Whatever.

[thedragcnbrother]

[tinypaintedthings]

"... What happened to Pan?"

“ .....” It was one of those moments, where he wanted to respond, but that was the last thing he wanted to do at the same time. What the hell was Farley doing there anyway? Shouldn’t he be in Storybrooke or something?

But of course, he would have heard something or at least felt it just like all the rest of them did.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” That’s what came out, with the buried pinch that shot straight up like pain in his heart.

[tinypaintedthings]

What the Farley is he doing here?

It was well into the going on’s of the school art show, and Wil was busy at his corner section standing by his painting he had created in class for the judges, and other people there walking around to see, and answer questions. The large atrium they reserved for the event was packed, and noisy, and honestly he was tired, and really ready to just get out of there, and head back home. People weren’t his ‘thing’. This was exhausting, and claustrophobic to his Faery instincts.

An hour to go. Fuck, he noted as he looked at the clock.

He felt the person in front of him before he even looked up to see them, inwardly groaning that he had to be on the spot, again, and tell them about his painting of the hand/tree .... when he glanced up to find the person in front of him was that punkass guy Farley from .... what was it?... a year or so ago? He couldn’t even remember. The guy had stolen his sketchbook or something, and lost his shoe or something climbing over a fence. 

“... I know you....  Are you here for the show, or are you an art fan?”

[thecursedson]

-puts hands over eyes- Guess who

Baelfire smiled to the point his eyes smiled under Farley’s hands. His guard relaxed the INSTANT his ears registered the familiar voice. “ Let me guess – Farley? ”

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