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@thexchildxthief
This probably wasn’t going to end well. “Yes?” Her answer curved up at the end, like a question always did, giving away the fact that she either wasn’t sure or she was lying.
Peter laughed, though there was steel in his tone. "Are you trying to lie to me, little Ghost?"
She sighed and leaned against a nearby tree, cringing as she did so. She bit the insides of her cheeks to hold herself back from arguing with the boy. What did he expect? Was she supposed to lie to him and say that he was her favourite person on the island? Lying wasn’t in her nature and she surely wasn’t about to lie to Peter Pan even if it would make things easier for her. “Well what is it that the boy who has everything needs? Another fighter? Someone to help him in his games? I’m sure you don’t want a girl to help you, so what is it that you want Pan?” She heard the tone of danger in his voice and a small smirk appeared on her face. Did he think that he could scare her off like most others? His ego had become too large if he thought that. She wasn’t like most Ghosts and he would have to kill her before she would run off scared.
Her expression became bored as he started talking about trading. She had expected this not to be easy, but she didn’t expect him to continually talk about him wanting things. Anger surged through her body as he called her a fool. Her fingers tingled, like every other time she got ready to attack. It took everything in her not to try and shoot him. She knew she wouldn’t succeed even if she was the best archer on the island.
How did she come to be poisoned? The words played through her mind as if it was a broken record. She thought back to the day she had met the pirate. She had fainted and must have scratched her arm on one of the Dream Shade bushes. She looked at the ground quickly then back at the boy. “I fainted and must have scratched my arm as I fell…” she looked at him with as much confidence as she could, but her eyes betrayed her.
"No fearsome war battle for you then?"
Peter cocked a brow, an impish grin playing across his face. He contemplated for a moment, then made a decision. "I do appreciate honesty, though. And believe me, no one would ever make up that they had been infected by the deadliest of poisons, which also happens to tip the arrows of every Lost Boy on this island, by fainting to the ground. That's just too pathetic."
His words were sharp, but his tone remained playful. Never too serious. He scanned over her once more. She seemed already to be on her last legs, but her eyes were fierce as ever and he could see greatly she wanted to attack him. Pride. Ferocity. Could be useful. If not for anything else but for an fun game.
"There is a cure. And only I possess it. But as with all things, little witch, it comes with a price. One you may not wish to pay."
He began moving away and a wave of relief washed over Wendy. Finally. She was actually quite surprised that he chose to end his interrogation, but she wasn’t about to protest against his departure. It was much easier to breathe without having him around. They would cross paths again, much sooner than she wanted, Wendy had no doubts in that matter.
Wendy chose to ignore his words, because she was going to keep to her decision. What he said wasn’t going to alter her opinion, at least not now. She stepped away from the tree, positively ready to leave as well, as she had no intention to stay with him a moment longer. His presence was bothering her far too much, both in ways that she could and couldn’t explain. Then he spoke once more, sending another question her way, causing her to momentarily stop. She inhaled sharply. It would be a lie if she was to say that she hadn’t expected another question. She just really, really wanted to answer no more.
She did anyway.
"No." It was the truthful answer, but it probably wasn’t the one which would best suit his liking. "I I left before he had the chance,” she added, attempting to cover up the complete truth. Did Felix feel guilty, though? Perhaps just a little? Maybe she just wanted to believe that.
"Someone else helped me, but they didn’t tell me their name," Wendy lied. She had been trying to avoid it all this time, but it was now that she lied. She couldn’t simply tell him that Tiger Lily was the one who helped her. He would learn. He would learn that she was planning to escape.
"Kindness from a stranger."
Peter's smile flickered, then grew steadily as he backed out of the clearing. Away from the bird and her games. But not for forever. He would play and he would win, but now he needed to leave her. She would survive the night without him. Birds had talons after all.
"I suppose you have something to be grateful for then, Bird." Wendy Darling was easily grateful to people who were not Peter Pan.
He left the clearing. And to his disgust, took a breath to steady himself. He blamed it on the news he'd learned of Felix, but though Peter was an excellent liar--as every meddlesome boy ought to be, even to themselves--he was just as good at seeing through them. He knew Felix wasn't the reason. And he knew Wendy knew the name of who had helped her.
'Someone,' she'd said. Not he, but someone. 'He' was the default on Neverland, they island was literally crawling with boys. So never was it necessary to use the more ambiguous 'they.' Yet Wendy Darling had. A girl had helped her. He was sure of it.
There were a few girls on the island, much to his annoyance. They had seeped through the seams of his search for the Heart or, for some, all but forced their way into his world. Children could visit in their dreams, but to stay on Neverland, Peter brought you. And Peter brought the Lost. The Shadow, however, could be more easily swayed.
There was the question, however, of why Wendy tried to hide this. It was possible she simply wanted to hide everything, as she had been trying to do the entire time, or, more likely, there was something deeper going on. Something he would think on later. As to whom helped her, only a few of the already small amount of girls on the island could so efficiently tend to a wound. But again: He had a lost boy to deal with. No use wasting time on girls.
you can kiss me with your torture
Sybil noticed the boy’s smile and she immediately became anxious. From the stories that she had heard, he would smile at the opposite of everyone else. So if he was smiling then this wasn’t good. When he faced her she could tell something was off, the way he looked at her was different than anything she had ever seen. His aura was dark and it made her extremely uncomfortable. It scared her a little bit to be honest, but she didn’t show any signs of that. If she showed him anything real then he could easily manipulate it.
She shook her head and in disappointment at his response. “One arm leads to death for a ghost as well. Unlike most we are unprotected, even from one another, but you would know that Pan. I asked for a Cure not another way of dying.” Her voice had a harsh undertone that she had tried so hard to hide. She didn’t want to play games anymore and she surely didn’t want a less painful death. Pain makes a person stronger; she had learnt this from all the pain the island had caused her. When she came here she wasn’t the strongest emotionally or physically and she still wasn’t, but she was a lot stronger than most.
“No one sounds eager here” Sybil narrowed her eyes at the boy. “Not even for something that could cure their death. I came to you only because I knew you would be the only one that could possibly help me. I don’t like you and I can almost guarantee that you don’t like me either so why don’t we keep this simple and leave the games behind. You help me, I help you.” She was a bit shocked by herself, but she didn’t let it show. She just looked at him with a frown and waited for a response.
Peter laughed out loud at her brazenness. Self-righteous one wasn't she? "You've certainly much to learn about negotiations. Expressing your dislike won't get you anywhere. And you've still yet to offer me something I need. Or even want. You shouldn't be so quick to abandon games, as, right now, it is the only interest you can provide." His smile lowered with the weight of the tone of danger he weaved into his next words. "And you don't want to be making requests from me when you don't have my interest."
He smiled again, changing his outward appearance as quickly as spider strikes its captured prey. If she didn't care, she wouldn't need to be provided with another way of dying. And the poison would be least of her worries.
"But yes. You came to me. Let's imagine I didn't want a trade--easy, as I'm not particularly partial to trades with ghosts as it is. But if this were the case, and you came for my help, as you say, why should I off life to a fool like you who found herself dying from the poison of a plant all on this over populated island know to be deadly? People do say 'survival of the fittest' don't they? Or is there some good reason I'm missing? Tell me. How did you come to be poisoned?"
❝The game is about to get interesting.❞
Okay, Cheney didn’t fully agree with that. Neverland wasn’t the best place to be. She didn’t say anything that might offend Peter, staying silent.
He cocked an eyebrow. Disagreement at last? "Don't you like Neverland, little ghost?"
"They say there are surprises lurking around every corner if you aren’t watching for them," Tiger Lily replied, looking out into the ocean once more. Her tone was just as caustic, and some of her mirth at Pan’s expense had faded. She forced herself to make her voice calm, and to veil the threat that could be perceived in her words. Don’t let him see you as a threat, she told herself. Be the deer, but don’t get caught.
And though she told herself she’d hate herself, she turned and smiled as sweetly as she could at the boy. “You look like someone who loves surprises. Am I correct?”
Peter laughed, sitting down from his perch and looking at her nonchalantly. She did love to change her tune. Playing herself as illusive as a fox. She may eventually be of some interest to him.
"That they do. Though I'm always watching." He returned her smile with one tinted with a threat. "But I've always loved surprises. Unfortunately it's rare that I am caught in one."
It was a tease, almost. A challenge. The game to be played. Whether or not this princess who so easily lost her days work of berries could win against him. Could catch Peter Pan himself by surprise.
Favourite 2013 villain : Peter Pan (OUAT)
"Forget, how to play? That seems…horrible." She grinned, almost smirking. She even laughed a little, the thought completely outrageous to her.
"Well it's a good thing you are on Neverland, then isn't it? The old are the one's who forget."
"You’d be surprised. Not everyone is a fan of you and your games." Cheney liked this. It was fun to poke at Peter.
He smiled dangerously. "Only those who've forgotten how to play, little ghost."
Tiger Lily bit back her small laugh, telling herself to bite back the words already brewing on her tongue—she shouldn’t set him off more, not when she wanted him to leave…
She turned around and smirked at the sight she saw. Peter was balancing on the highest rock that wasn’t jutting out of the cliffside below her. Was it just her, or did she see a flash of annoyance in his eyes? It had been slight, but she’d seen it. And with this new pose—with him attempting to show some kind of power over her—she widened her eyes and said the words that had been on her mind.
"Truly? Time stands still on Neverland?” she asked, mocking a gasp. Her smirk returned, unbidden, and there was genuine mirth in her smile. “Thank you for informing me of this incredibly new information. I never would’ve guessed it. I also found out that the ocean has water in it. Did you know that, as well?”
Peter presented the smirking girl with a sweeping, majestic bow--keeping the playful lilt attached to his words: "I would never wish to deny such vital knowledge from a princess such as yourself. Though..."
He sprang back up and hopped over to the smaller rock right on the edge of the cliff face. He stretched his body, hands clutching the back of the small rock for whatever small support it could give, teetering over the edge to get the best possible look at the blue ocean below.
"When comes to the water, I had suspected, but I am amazed that you were able to confirm this for me. Surprises abound, I see."
Tiger Lily looked away from him towards the sea and sat down on the edge of the cliffs again, her feet dangling over the edge. Be calm and cool like Mother, and he will leave you alone.
That was what she was hoping, at least. She knew Peter liked his games—if from some Wanderers’ stories, if nothing else—but she didn’t know how he operated. From what she’d heard, her best chance was to bore him… she could do that. Ignore him and wait for him to leave.
But when Peter spoke, Tiger Lily bit the inside of her cheek. Staying silent had never been a strong suit of hers, even if she had to muse over her response before she spoke.
Tiger Lily stared out over the sea and chose her words carefully. “I was just thinking,” she said, adding a small shrug. “Of how much you’re boring me, that is. Taunts and jibes don’t do well to keep a conversation alive, I’m afraid. Tell me, did you want to talk about something in particular or are you just here to waste my time?”
Peter did not sit to join her. In fact, he meandered over to the few rocks and boulders jutting out of the dry, high ground and entertained himself by jumping by jumping around from each and balancing atop the tallest--towering ever higher above her.
"How very mature of you," he said as though the word were the greatest of insults. "That won't get you far here."
She was trying to hide her annoyance. Distracting him by attempting to bring up the same feeling in him. She succeeded at one--if only just.
"And what time is it that you have to waste, dearie? We're on Neverland. Where time stands still. Or had you already forgotten?"
"Lies are games. Of course, games are your favorite." Cheney raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t they?" Peter’s games could be fun, especially since she was one of the few that sometimes enjoyed them.
"Aren't games everyone's favorite?"
"And who decides said rules? You? Not entirely fair when the prize at stake is my beloved ship, don’t you agree?”
"But of course. The preservation of our deal remains amongst at the top of my priorities, even as my crew threatens to mutiny."
"Of course not, Killian. This is a partnership after all. I always play fair."
"Don't pretend this deal is one sided. I have no such agreement with any other on your ship, and no one leaves Neverland without my permission. For your crew to mutiny, it would mean you were captaining a ship of fools."
Tiger Lily stopped and stepped away from Pan. Realization dawned on her in one instant: she had figured out part of how Peter Pan worked.
He treated everything like a game, and as long as the games kept him on his toes, Pan would stay entertained. If he lost interest in things, he thought them below him—and he no longer paid any attention to them.
Tiger Lily had not yet solidified any of her alliances; she may have sowed some seeds of doubt in Bae and Felix, but they hadn’t taken root yet. She may have shown Gale one of the Wanderers’ tunnel entrances, but she had a feeling that Gale had still sung for the Boys willingly that night. Great Spirit, she hadn’t even spoken to Hook—her biggest potential ally—yet.
I can’t go against him; not yet—not this blatantly. He loses interest, or he dismisses the Wanderers, I roam free.
Instead of backtracking and admitting he was right—which might spark his interest again—Tiger Lily pursed her lips and leaned back, silent. Let him make of that what he will.
Peter laughed at her silence, but he wasn't fooled. The little princess was playing him, though he did not know the game, therein lie the fun. To discover how this opponent planned to make herself worthy of the title. To unravel her secrets and her thoughts she now hid behind pursed lips when before had been so clearly evident.
"Lose your words with your berries, did you, Princess?"
