#pueraeternuspan

[xdragonsbloodx]

Cont. from HERE

@pueraeternuspan​

23h ago

He chuckled, “of course I know, laddie, we were both in on getting revenge against the nuisance.”

Green eyes gleamed in the corner as the boy seemed to rise from the shadows, “aww, but still more tame than ever in my charge.” He was unimpressed. “Your worth matters little to me, I am not here for it.”

Even if he was on Neverland or in another realm, word would still drift and reach him. It felt in his very blackened heart. A scratching that wouldn’t leave. The tug of the connection. It was not severed, it was just oddly tugged. And the wind still drifted and reached his ear. The Autumn Prince disappeared.

There was not any fear in the boy king as he looked coldly at the dragon, but not making eye contact. “Your father hurt our Wil, he and I took revenge. Simple as that. The riddle is there, so simple, but maybe to simple for Asher.”

“I am here because I want to know if the prince had visited you. A simple yes or no, Devrim.” He looks at the dragon, almost looking past the guise and into the very heart of the dragon. “And I would like you to not lie to me, laddie.” He meant it as a threat of consequence.

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“My fathers are not a nuisance, ... and definitely not BOTH of them.” Devrim defensively let out a snarl, nostrils expanding as slips of acidic smoke burned from his nose, as the King of Neverland slowly appeared to the Dragon’s eye.

“I am not tame, if I’m choosing it. The friends that I have are of my own free will.”

Pan was getting to him, already. He had to ignore him. They were just digs to get under his scales, just like he did when he was a little kid.

“They didn’t do anything to Wil. Wil is still alive. They told me what happened. Wil and Harry had trespassed on my father’s property with intent to kill him. My father could have done far worse, but he didn’t. You should be grateful. Flip this around, I know you would have killed me. I was a Lost Boy, remember?”

He noted that Pan wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Pan knew.... but it also showed he had a weakness, too. Devrim internally filed that.

Devrim looked straight at him without falter, something he wouldn’t have been able to do growing up. “Yes, he did. A while ago after you turn my father human. He offered to give me a hint because he wanted me to be an example for him, with how I get along with the humans. He left soon after that, though. Why? Shouldn’t you know where he is? He’s your friend.”

[tinypaintedthings]

@pueraeternuspan​

Wil didn’t know why he was really there. It was a stupid holiday humans created to celebrate the fathers in their life. There didn’t seem to be much to celebrate about his fathers lately, even though, he’d spent the entire first childhood part of his life aching and begging out to the universe just to have a family of any kind.

Maybe that’s why he was there, some kind of internal fight against the blasphemy of being ungrateful now when he knew what it was like without.

But his father was toxic. Wil knew and had come to accept that now. Accept as in facing the fact of it in his life as a reality, but not as in allowing it to just keep going on and to be treated as some toy of his father’s for his own personal whatever.

His father erased all of his memories ... massive parts of his life that made him who he was ... for the sole purpose of his dad’s own selfish needs for him to not be upset at him and to continue on without any repercussions to his blatant abuse, control, and the disowning of him after he knew what that meant to him as an abandonment PTSD survivor, and someone who had been bouncing foster homes for years.

Wil now trusted no one ... and that was fine, or it wasn’t, but he was fine, either way, because he no longer needed others to be okay. He was fine standing on his own.

“Happy Father’s Day,” he stated tightly, appearing sitting on a large rock near one of Neverland’s clearings across the way from where Pan was. “I’m just here..., because I do love you, but I’m moving out of Neverland. I just wanted you to know.”

[painforcain]

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞ //small angry boy ready to destroy people

| JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS |

"Oh dove, ruin my night. Please. I insist. Ruin it."

[thedragcnbrother]

Tom took a drag on his cigarette, just half wishing that Cal would wake up and just destroy that little pissant boy that was out cold on the cell floor next to Cal, but he knew the Darkness was over taking him, and that idea made him feel even sicker. Instead, every time that Wil would start to stir, Tom would slam his head back into the floor, again, shutting him up in a nice sleepy land of unconsciousness while he waited for Peter to return.

If he didn’t return soon, the boy was dead. It was that simple. He wasn’t going to piss off his time there for some faerie who ran away.

It’d been two days and he hadn’t left the cell room save for nessessities ... and he hadn’t eaten much, either. He wasn’t leaving his Cal. His only worry were the eggs at home, but they didn’t need to eat and were for now safe tucked away in the lair that was guarded by multiple security technologies.

Finally, he could sense a change in wind, and the scent of Peter returning. “’’Bout time~. Was beginning to think you truly did abandon your son~,” he stated with a roll of his tone, until he suddenly picked up another scent just a little behind his. 

With a drop in his entire chest, Tom suddenly turned around to actually see Peter standing there, along with ..... his .. son ...

Tom’s heart slammed into his chest. “Devrim ...?”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

It had been weeks.. maybe longer.. since he had finally enjoyed the blood of the fae. And for a period, he once more had known what the sun on his face and the blue of the sea. The Vampire had relished it while he could, until it no longer did for him that miracle and sun began to hurt him again.

So tonight he was nestled deep in his coffin , sleeping. the sleep of the undead and biding his time until he could find him again,  Unaware that his last bite didn't leave the fae either and he was still upset with him.

But at this point he was little more than a corpse laying there. A vessel.. like any other. 

@pueraeternuspan​

[yoursavi0rishere]

"I like your horned tiara... can I have it?" //feel free to destroy him.

"No. Touch it, and I'll free you from the burden of having hands."

[teendracula3]

“I clean this slate with the hands of uncertainty.”

sc / @pueraeternuspan​

[sebastianxthexmerciless]

“Well, isn’t this quite the predicament.” Clearly, this was not where he was intended to be. The portal should have taken him exactly to the point where that exasperating little vermin should have been, but this was clearly not. In fact, this looked like the woods of a rather tropical island of sorts. 

He sniffed the air. 

Yes, definitely tropical.

He knew it well from his days of sailing.

This particular island, though, he did not recognize. He felt something, though. Something there was calling to him in a way that he couldn't quite interpret to the best of his abilities. It was curious.

“I know you are there,” he stated simply without so much as a movement of even a glance in the other’s direction as if it didn’t matter. “What place is this? Where have I been found?”