porcelain.

“Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.”

[darlingjohn-blog]

         ❝Well, I’m pretty sure I called you ‘bossy’ before any of them did,❞ he announced solemnly, nodding in approval of himself.

❝Oh, those pictures,❞ John turned to his sister, in a helpless attempt to explain with his hands. ❝I cut them out and collect them. I have several albums of my famous public appearances. New year, same me. I can’t lose my status, can I?❞

[wendyclosed]

“You do realize I already have one 3 year old to look after, yeah? Can’t handle you behaving like one as well.” she informed him, giving him a raise of her eyebrow.

“And I hate to be the one to remind you, but we’ve already lost our status. You could at least let it rest in peace.”

[maggielawrences]

“Wends?” 

Maggie absentmindedly buzzed the intercom two more times before her arms dropped limply to her side. She was never good with her patience, after all, and this would be no different.

[wendyclosed]

Wendy rushed to the buzzer to keep it from going off again, hitting the button and speaking the mike.

“Yeah, come on up.” she answered, buzzing Maggie in. Sometimes Wendy wondered that the security measures seemed excessive, but then she would think about what happened to the penthouse. It was a small price to pay for Alfie to be able to sleep soundly.

[wendyclosed]

Text @ Magsy

Wendy: Would I be stealing you away from Nibs if I asked you to come to mine to spend the night?

Maggie: Ha

Maggie: Sorry that was funny yeah of course I'll come over

Wendy: Okay just text me when you get here I'll buzz you in

[wendyclosed]

Text @ Magsy

Wendy: Would I be stealing you away from Nibs if I asked you to come to mine to spend the night?

[darlingjohn-blog]

          ❝But I met you first,❞ he offered an immediate justification of his opinion. He drank whatever was left in the glass and glanced at his watch for a few seconds. ❝Don’t worry. I promise it’s the last one of the year, Wends. Why the question?❞ 

[wendyclosed]

“Dibs doesn’t work on everything, big brother,” she told her brother, glancing over at his watch while he did. She would have to get home soon; some idiot would probably light off fireworks at midnight. The noise would probably wake Alfie up, and she wanted to be there if it did.

“I just wanted to make sure someone was looking after you. I’d really prefer not to see a picture of you being escorted out of a bar in the society section tomorrow morning.”

[darlingjohn-blog]

           ❝You’re being bossy,❞ John mumbled, squinting in irritation. It happened whenever he was drunk and someone suggested he’s had enough. It certainly wasn’t the first time he had this conversation. He reached out for his glass as if protecting it by covering it with his hand. ❝I’m fine. Don’t ruin the festive mood,❞ John was quick to point out, defensive.

[wendyclosed]

“Well, you’re not the only one of that opinion, if that’s any consolation,” Wendy told him lowly, rolling her eyes as he put his hand over the top of his glass.

“Just promise it’s your last, alright? You here alone?”

[peterfxckingpan]

Her words struck a chord with him whether they intended to or not, the last two years tainted by the ghosts on his back. That darkness had seeped into every aspect of his life, his relationship with Wendy suffering more than anything else. 

He had let them slowly drown in a bid to keep his head above water. 

A shiver caught him, a combination of cold London air and the frost that existed between the pair of them. 

“What can you do? What can anyone do?” Peter asked, his voice cracking slightly. As fine as he tried to pretend he was, he wasn’t. He couldn’t be. 

“I killed someone, Wendy. I took someone’s life and I know in my heart that it had to be done. It’s why my family is still intact today but I look at you.. It’s all I see.”

[wendyclosed]

The crack in his voice might as well have been a punch to her gut; it all felt the same. It all broke her heart when it came to seeing Peter like this. Peter not sleeping, the way his body seemed to always be coiled in the corners like he was never able to really breathe. He was fighting ghosts and demons that he couldn’t and she was doing her best to stand in front of him, to act as a shield, but it wasn’t working. In fact, it was her that was haunting him.

“So that’s it, then, you can’t look at me?”

[peterfxckingpan]

“What do I want.. What do I want.. What do I want,” Peter near chanted, a mocking melody with no real answer to offer her. At five it had been a racecar, at fifteen it was a roof over his head and now at nearly twenty five it was a few moments of peace from the demons in his head. 

“I want whatever Wendy it is that won’t make some sort of comment every time I try to enjoy myself for just a little while. Is she in there?” Peter asked as he turned to her, looking at her properly for the first time in weeks, even if it was through drunken eyes. 

“Feels like it’s been a while.”

[wendyclosed]

“Do you know how fucking happy it would make me to see you enjoy yourself, Peter? To see you really enjoy yourself, as compared to whatever fuck kind of show this is? To fucking see you smile, Pete--” she had to stop herself at that moment, swallowing back raw emotion in a way that had been the only way she’d been able to manage the last two years.

“I would do anything to see that, don’t you get that?”

[peterfxckingpan]

Peter squirmed away from her as if her touch burned, his expression looking closer to irritated than anything else. 

“Can you lay the fuck off for one night?” 

By now, he didn’t buy into the ‘new year, new me’ bullshit, but he at least hoped that the pair of them could take an evening off from a looped argument they had been having for weeks now. He wasn’t sure anymore if he had a fiancé or a headache. 

“Ressurect Wendy twenty twelve for a few hours or something, least she knew how to have some fun.” 

[wendyclosed]

Wendy’s arm fell to  limp to her side as he pulled away, not flinching as he snapped at her but her jaw tightening. 

“Is that what you want, Peter, you want eighteen year old Wendy?” she asked him, her voice falsely cheery and dangeorusly sweet. “You want strung out Wendy, drinking vodka like water just to function? Is that what would make this evening more enjoyable for you?”

[peterfxckingpan]

Peter made a show of checking his wrist for a watch they both knew that he didn’t wear, shrugging his shoulders shortly after. 

“Nope. Don’t think so. I’m fine as I am.”

As long as he kept drinking, it wasn’t that cold. 

[wendyclosed]

“Remember when Maggie keeled off in the snow years back during that bad storm? Remember how sick she got? That’s what’s going to happen to you if you don’t get inside and get warmed up, come on…” she made an attempt to make a grab for his arm, her sigh showing in her breath from the chill in the air.

[peterfxckingpan]

“No, I’m not cold.” Peter lied through chattering teeth, running around shirtless with ‘Happy New Year’ drawn on his chest seemed like a good idea at the time. Then the weather dropped closer to zero degrees than ten. 

“My commitment to the cause warms me, happy fucking New Year innit!” 

[wendyclosed]

Wendy eyed him, unimpressed. She had half a mind to ask him if he had had anything to drink, but she didn’t feel like starting the New Year with that argument. 

“You’re going to catch your death, Pete, ” she informed him, pulling at her gloves. “Might be a time to head in, don’t you think?”

[wendyclosed]

maggielawrences:

“Why?” The impending wedding of Peter and Wendy’s was one of the rare happy moments she knew most were looking forward to. The idea of it halting didn’t sit well with Maggie; it was one dynamic she didn’t want changing. “Is Peter still…?”

“He’s...” Wendy shrugged one shoulder, looking up at the night sky. “It’s not that I don’t want to, you know I do. It’s just that every time I open one of those magazines, or think of wearing a white dress, or a hall full of flowers, I just feel guilty.”

[maggielawrences]

Had it been anyone else, Maggie’s response would have been a short and sharp no. But for Wendy – the girl who had to deal with the redhead’s tears and tempers and pillows thrown when she tried to coax her out of bed – Maggie just sighed. She couldn’t be as cold when it came to the brunette besides her.

“Fine.”

[wendyclosed]

“We don’t have to go far...” Wendy promised, closing the distance between them by linking her arm with Maggie’s at the elbow. They walked in silence for a moment before she continued the conversation.

“I’m thinking I should maybe end my subscription to that bridal magazine...”

[darlingjohn-blog]

                 His brow lifted in question. John looked in the mirror above the dresser; he saw lips part in the flash of a grin. He was unbuttoning his cuffs. Indeed, there was a pattern to those things. Getting dressed and undressed – putting on a mask and taking it off. 

❝Well, I don’t find it  f u n n y  at all. I’ve been wearing the same Burberry trench coat for the last six months,❞ John commented, eyes narrowing in his version of a smirk.

[wendyclosed]

Wendy made eye contact with John in the mirror, her own eyebrows lifting in return as she crossed her arms and leaned back against the doorframe.

“Have you seen the worlds smallest violin, John? It’s playing the worlds saddest song, just for you.”

[maggielawrences]

“Right. We’re supposed to hold onto magical Neverland, aren’t we? Forgot.”

[wendyclosed]

She had gotten used to biting back her tongue. She didn’t always like it, or even ant to, but she had learned how to do it. Maggie was angry, hurt, and well within her right to be, and she knew i, and deep down Wendy knew it was right. Still stung.

“Do you want to have a walk?” she asked.

[maggielawrences]

Maggie blinked, glancing up at Wendy. She knew it was a sarcastic comment, one that would usually make her laugh, but no smile crossed her face. 

“Can’t fix that. Everything around here dies.”

[wendyclosed]

Wendy let out a long breath at Maggie, her brows lowering as she frowned.

“Is that really necessary?”

[lord-darling]

“What look?” George faced his daughter, an amused look in his eye. He took a sip of his drink, waiting for Wendy to elaborate.

[wendyclosed]

“We can’t afford to recruit right now, you know that...” Wendy reminded him. “We don’t have anything to offer.”