#youthflight

[exhidna]

@youthflight​ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

“Well, well - well “  The creature lifts herself onto her rocky pedestal, twin tails slither and coil at his arrival. “ If it isn’t my favorite little Betta.”  There is a fondness in her features as she gazes upon the boy. A wave of unknown pride crashes over her. She wouldn’t claim the child hers, but he was HER joy. A secret she would take to the depths. “ What is it you need THIS time,hm ?”  

[gggno]

krista: actual serious message ( for once ) about plot decisions me: SHAKING THE BARS LIKE A CRAZED MONKEY

[gggno]

@youthflight said:  “ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face. ”

“ PANSY! ” 

her exaggerated delight rings in across the room, seeing the visitor approach. peter pan is a special one, tricky to pinpoint in her rather black-and-white world view: his never-ending youth offended hook, whom uma gravely despises and constantly wishes dead. at the same time, her dearest first mate is unsure of the existence of this very character, the elf-eared boy who doesn’t even remember who captain hook was.

but overthinking is not for her, when peter makes such a request. everyone else in the fish shoppe is alert, sensing the dangerous edge in uma’s ecstatic tone -- her joy is not a good sign, unless you are part of her crew.

“ take your order, have a seat. when it’s ready, it’ll come flying. ”

[tideridera]

“  I think there’s a way that we can help each other.  ”   there was something wildly unhinged about Harry’s grin when he found himself face-to-face with the elf-eared teenager that his father had ranted and raved about for as long as Harry could remember. PAN. Even the way that Hook had said it was like his very name was a curse, a weapon to hurl up at the skies. It was almost harrowing to see him in real life, Hook had never really gone into much detail of what he actually looked like, just that he hated his guts and wanted him dead.  Harry held up the silver hook, memento turned symbol of years wasted aspiring for something he would never get.   “  Recognize this ?  ”  //  @youthflight  ♡‘d  for  a  starter

[piraticalarchive]

Once upon a time the captain might have took interest in whoever dared to invade his quarters when he had made it clear he wished to be left alone, but on this particular night lips merely twitch into a grin, as if the creak of wooden boards was the finale to some private laugh meant only for Hook’s ears. Curved steel taps mockingly against scarred wood, blue eyes never leaving the corner where his latest passenger is to be found.

“ How quaint of you to finally show up, Peter … “ Teeth flash, a gleam of white in the streaming moonlight and hard gaze swivels to the shadows where he knows the lad can be found. The darkness has always been a friend of Peter Pan –– shading him, protecting him, hiding the boy from those who wished him harm –– never eating at his soul, redefining his very core as it had always seemed to do for the captain.

A flurry of light in the empty lantern recalls the pirate’s gaze and he stands, swaying gently with the rocking motion of his ship on the waves. Bloody hell. Its exhausting being the villain of a children’s tale, doomed to live the part least understood, to be defined by one such as the daft ignorant boy hiding somewhere in his cabin.

“ .. Apologies for delivering my invitation in such a manner … “ Two strides have him across the room, fingers reaching into the dusty container to wrap around the still angrily twittering fairy; voice laced with feigned sympathy. “ .. But you see, I was afraid that without poor Tinkerbell here, you simply wouldn’t see fit to visit poor old Hook … and aye ... we can’t have that, can we?”

@youthflight​ s.c

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@youthflight​

                     sea-blue eyes seized upon this new wonder. carina did not waste time arguing the rationale of a boy being able to fly ; not long before she might have thought it improbable, but here was the proof of it’s possibility directly in front of her, which meant there must be an explanation. everything had an explanation and she was determined to discover his! first theory: some contraption permitted him to fly. carina could not spot any. second theory: she had heard birds were permitted to fly through possession of light, nearly hollow bones, so perhaps the same might be applicable to a boy. ❛ excuse me, but i don’t suppose you would know your weight, would you? ❜ if she knew the figure, she could easily calculate if there was a substantial difference between his and a normal boy’s weight. of course, he should need some means of lifting off from the ground as well, but she was still WORKING THROUGH what that might be.  ❛ i’m trying to figure out how you’re doing that. ❜ she offered in vague explanation.

[pureiimaginationss-arch]

@youthflight || s.c.

“Hey, Peter!” Zarina called to the boy, a wide, excited grin on her features as wings quickened their pace to catch up to him. “I’ve got a new pixie dust mix to test out. Think you got time to help see what it does?”

[hesthefox]

@youthflight​ asked: ❛ how’s it been without me? terrible? awful? no fun i’d imagine? right?  ❜

{ wendy and peter pan - x - accepting }

He was sitting on a rock and slid down, stumbling a bit as he made his way towards Peter. “Actually,” he said crossing his arms, grin big, far to proud of himself, “No, no you’re right. Hook tried to make a move before winter fully set, but we handled it. Spent the entire time repairing his sails.” Other than it was pretty calm, lots of trying to keep warm, lots of sleep too. It was almost like he had hibernated with the land.