the excitement of the party has long since died down, but the remains still lie all around them in the shape of multi-colored confetti. they’re sitting in the very spot where mal stood to bring down the barrier, their feet dangling from the edge. it’s so surreal, to look at the isle from afar. it looks as suffocating as it felt while he was trapped there. but it’s still home, and that’s what it always will be.
harry stretches his back before letting himself lie down. he’s never seen the stars before. not like this, at least. without the constant presence of a dark, gloomy cloud in the way. second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning. he lets his hand hover in front of him, in the vague direction of said star. was neverland anything like auradon? how distorted was the story harry knew? how polluted by the hatred and frustration his father felt?
he yawns as he lets his hand fall to his chest, “what now, captain?” with his belly full for the first time, harry could sleep right there. he’s spent many nights under the night sky — but they’ve been promised beds. REAL beds that are soft and warm and meant to be slept in. “do we pillage and plunder? or are we really settling down, becoming bore-adon people?”
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