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{ Put 🖋 in my inbox if you want a random starter } @thelxstboy  “You look like you don’t belong in here.” Elsa had been slumped in her seat pouting at the detention slip in front of her. Detention. For being late to a class.  Her lip was still sticking out a bit when she turned to see who had spoken. It was a boy, as the voice had made obvious. He looked coy, probably was in here often. Breathing deep, she held up the slip. “First detention in years. For being late. You could say that.”

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They had passed over twenty buildings by now, delicate fingers pointing doors and windows, turning back at the boy and always receiving the same negative. ❝ This is ABSURD! It is a small village, someone must come to recognize you EVENTUALLY.❞ - words roll off her lips, both hands placed on her hips as eyes wander up and down the street, pondering which way to go.

❝ Please, Peter — try to remember. ❞ - she sits at the sidewalk, shoulders down as she throws her plea at the boy. ❝ It must be somewhere in there — a hint, a memory, ANYTHING that leads to your home.❞

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Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. There was no reason to be upset now. The boy was safe; everything was fine. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, let’s talk.” Where to even start? She could see in her head how a lot of her flaws could be traced back to deep seated issues of one sort or another, but that wasn’t really relevant at the moment. Straight to the point, then. “I don’t doubt your skill, but fighting by yourself is pretty dangerous. And I hate when I can’t help.” Eh, what help would she be, anyway? She was still an amateur with a sword, and obviously he knew the terrain better than she did. “I don’t wanna be stuck as the tagalong, y’know? It really stinks, being useless.”

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               “oh peter! PLEASE tell us another one of your stories! maybe one about a princess. or another one about you! they’re always fascinating and exciting!”

&. @thelxstboy.

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     “ So, Pan, ” said Hook at last, “ this is all your doing. ”

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"Or I could be trying to save your life." - a frown marked her words, adding to the firmness in her voice. Her lack of experience spoke for itself in situations such as this, yet a memory stroke when she feared all would be lost.

A spoonful of sugar, just as her mother used to do when she was a child, to help guise the bitterness of the remedy. "Now this will make you feel better."