london city charm

Peter Pan. Dealer, leader, brother.

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If he were to say Neverland was quiet, he'd be lying. The city had a pulsing heart that never seemed to quit. Never murmured, never cut, never stopped. 

Those who lived it loved it, those who died in it couldn't say they didn't go out with a bang. To be a part of it was a gift and to want to be was to be at it's mercy. 

Peter liked to use those in the latter category in his own unique ways. 

The bag of dust was held over his head, much like a child keeping something desired out of the reach of another. She could make a swipe for it, but it'd be a mistake on her part. 

"Ah, ah," His tone was condescending, a smirk on his face as he half pushed her against the car metres from him. 

"How're you gonna pay me for this?"