#peterpan1

[adarlingwendy]

 [continued from here] demented-king

"I’m sure that’s true, you never like to forget things."

Wendy looked at him for a moment, trying to ignore the pain in her chest. Of course he wouldn´t understand, she wasn´t quite sure why she had even assumed that he would so much as care. Still, there was a question she was dying to ask, one Wendy knew she shouldn´t ask, because it would only mean more pain, but maybe that was something she needed. It had to be that way, because everything else would have been stupid. "What...what about you?"

[chip-the-tea-cup]

Chip and Peter Pan

Chip stepped out of the castle to roam the forest for a bit, as he usually did when there was nothing else to do in the castle. The young boy looked as if he was playing an imaginary game of hopscotch as he skipped towards the forest. Chip stopped in his tracks as something green caught his eye. He turned his head, expecting to see a fallen leaf. Instead, he saw a boy, quite older than him, in green. Chip raised an eyebrow, “Hello,” His greeting sounded more like a question, “Who are you?”