#neverloseyoudarling

[cptxhook]

"If your goal is to have me surrender to you, that day will never come."

penny dreadful

“Calm down.” James said, putting his sword back in it’s holster, raising his hand and hook in surrender. “I mean no harm.” He said, inspecting her face. How different she looked and yet, how little she had changed. Her features were thinner, her hair was longer, she had even grown a couple of inches but she had the same nose, the same eyes, the same elegant demeanour. Still, Wendy Darling was no longer the same child that had come into his ship begging for a way back home. 

“I just wanted to know...” He said, taking a step closer, observing her, trying to figure out what it was that made her so different, so special. She was pretty, that much was true, she had kind eyes and soft looking skin. But other than that....She was just a girl. A normal girl. Why did Peter liked her so much? “If the rumours were true.” He finished his sentence, titling his head to the side, his hand reaching out to touch Wendy, needing to make sure she was real. “I never thought I would see you back in Neverland, Darling.”

[acexfhearts-blog]

"You've been crying haven't you?" - ask meme

Ace’s head immediately shot up from between his knees at the sound of Wendy’s voice. What was she doing here? And why did she have to come now of all times? His knee-jerk reaction was to simply chuck a handful of dirt at Wendy and yell at her to stop prying, but something in his gut told him that Peter probably wouldn’t like that. At the thought, Ace’s breath, already shaking from sobs, hitched in his throat. Was Peter with her? Or any of the other boys?

If any of them saw him in this state… Through the brambles of his hiding place, Ace’s eyes darted about, nervously scanning behind Wendy for anyone who might have accompanied her. As soon as he confirmed she was alone, he let out a trembling sigh. A few unwelcome tears rolled down his face for good measure, as if to mock his fragility. “I’m not crying,” he lied, and violently rubbed the teardrops from his cheeks, “Lost boys don’t cry.”

It wasn’t one of the rules, no, but absolutely no one wanted a crybaby in their camp. “…Did you come here just to make fun of me?”