#seasonofthenymph

[crowfeatheredhair-blog]

         "You know what i really wanna do?"

[dream-shade]

♥ (Hi I know we still haven't done a thing yet, but I don't know if you do random spontaneous meme things from strangers haha but here you go ?)

Send me a " ♥ " for my character's reaction to YOURS accidentally blurting out "I love you"

             "Pity,     I can’t             and W O N ’ T                reciprocate             such    things.”

[traumeriinarchive]

Sweet dreams are made of this,

☁ seasonofthenymph

who am I to disagree? 

(☾☆) — It wasn't uncommon to see the dream entity asleep in the forest. To her both the scenery and sounds were just incredibly peaceful and relaxing. So after making herself comfortable against a tree she slept. However it was truly rare for her to remain there for more than an hour or so. What she had expected to be a nap prolonged because of her weariness. Even now as the nymph approached she continued to sleep. The only thing that indicated that she was alive was the slight rise of her chest. 

[robinhoodwasfartoogood-blog]

ѕσмєωнєяє ιη ηєνєяℓαη∂

The nimble boy tread easily over the rough Neverland terrain. In the years, no decades, he had spent there it had come to be his home. His waistcoat, the one he had yet to give up, dragged on behind him and it kept a hand firmly placed on the brim of his top hat to keep it from wobbling off. Still, Jack Dawkins was just as comfortable there as he was back in Fagin's den before he had been swept away. He liked to believe that this had been the plan all along. He had gotten caught with the snuff box so he could be brought to the portal that would save him. And everyone else who might tell it otherwise was no longer around, so people would just have to believe him.

Wandering through the underbrush was a commonplace activity for the young lad who, on the less aggressive side of Pan's boys, often felt out of place during their spars. Sure, he could pick up a stick and whack it about just as well as anyone else, but his.. gifts if you could call them that, were more gifts on trickery and deceit than blunt force. It was shortly than after, that his hat got the better of him, and was carried off in the force of the wind that had just cut through the island. "Damnit," the boy muttered, and started running after the hat as fast he could.

[xcommonfairy]

The Nymph’s eyes grow wide at the faeries reply. It was frightening what the darkness could do to you.

       ❝—-N-No.❞ 

 She shook her head, lips pressed together, moving her hand away from the other’s ankle.

 She looked left and right to the forest surrounding them. Something to fix it? How would she do that? The only possible thing she could think of was the fountain hidden at the top of the mountain. But what a trek that was.

      ❝That would take days.❞

                   [ maybe she shouldn't of snapped, it's just she's not used to being in so much pain --- she never felt much when she actually has wings hence her attitude problem right now. ]

     ❝I really need it fixed, as soon as possible...          Do you think you can find a cure or          something or do I have to find help elsewhere?❞

                 [ honestly she doesn't mean to be rude ---                     she's just used to not caring... since being                     in neverland. ]