SPARRING. The one activity Baelfire would rather live without than have to part take in on Neverland. Without fail, someone always ended up getting hurt…
..Rarely did one survive.
He offered, despite the glaring looks from Felix. He offered to fight to give the other boy practice. Little did he know that the one who truly needed practice was himself. In a BLINK of an eye Baelfire felt a sharp stab pierce through his stomach. With a gasp, the same blade was freed from him with a jerking motion. Then, he was on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. He draped his hand on the seeping wound in his chest, deep brunette eyes looking up at the one he called his love.
“D-Don’t let me d-die…” The boy choked out, forcing breaths into his lungs.
“What makes you think I would ever let that happen, my lil pup?”
Those words were all Bae needed to hear. The brunette allowed his eyes to close, leaving himself safely in the hands of one Peter Pan, and his King.
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