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Fauna chirruped and jumped up and down, clapping her hands together. “Yay for sweeties!” she cheered, not knowing that the Roger had sparse rationings of food, not to mention no cookies or pies to speak of. The little one hopped into the air and did a celebratory flip, the whole idea of counting your chickens before they’re hatched fleeing her mind. Faun quickly soared out over the ocean, making her way for the ship with an intense look on her face.

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Fauna crossed her arms and thought, knowing that having a plan wasn’t always fun, but was necessary. She had been captured and tortured one of the times she was there. After a couple moments of thinking, Fauna nodded. “You’re right. We ought to have a plan. There are no windows in the galley big enough to fit us, so we’ll have to figure out how to get in and also get out. You up for being a distraction?” She asked, shivering slightly at the cold breeze.

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Fauna raised her brows as the girl said she’d remembered her, but lowered them with a grin when she mentioned how clever she was. “You’d assume right,” she cheered herself on, bouncing on the balls of her boots. “We should find some cookies and pie, because now it’s all I can think of!” Where they’d find such treats in this weather was a mystery, but it didn’t stop Fauna from being optimistic about it. “Whaddya say…” she trailed off, not recalling the girl’s name. “Let’s go see what kind of treats the pirates have been keeping to themselves,” Faun gave a dark little grin as she whipped out her dagger from her calf.

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Fauna was galumphing down a trail, back and forth, trying to remember something that she’d forgotten. It was hideous business for a child on the island who was as forgetful as she. A doe crossed her path, and then stopped and watched her for a while, as the little one racked her brains for what it was she was forgetting. It was warmer clothes, and as she tried to remember, her tiny nose was turning pink, and her fingers growing numb. Her bare were completely unfelt, as she trudged the frostbitten ground. “Now what was it?” she mumbled to herself, giving her sidebrain a soft thump. “Oh, I remember! I’m freezing!” she stated to no one in particular, and gave a running start before flying into the air. She practically dove into her lean to, promptly burying herself under the bear rugs and blankets. She warmed up pretty quick, and slipped into a pair of wool socks and boots she’d knicked off of one of the Jolly Roger’s powder monkeys. Faun pulled on a long sleeved shirt, a navy, tattered old coat (that dragged on the forest floor as she walked), and a wool cap she’d ripped off a pirate’s head. The coat and hat had belonged to a pirate she’d killed long ago, and had since forgotten everything about the man. She always claimed that the coat once belonged to Hook, to be impressive and fierce, but the few lost boys that had seen her kill the pirate, knew the truth.

As she marched back through the chilly Neverland once more, now better equipped for the weather, Faun felt a little lonely. The island had been so quiet and cold, and the skies threatened snow, and she wondered where everyone had gone off to. She’d checked the home underground, but it was empty. The silently creeping animals of the forest seemed to be the only inhabitants. Fauna settled for going to the Lagoon for a bit; maybe a mermaid would surface and she could have a nice game of tag; of course, most games of tag with a mermaid resulted in drowning, but Fauna had never lost a game yet. It was there that she saw a bright haired girl gabbing to the water. “Cookies and pie!” The lost girl chirruped, bouncing up and down. “Do you have cookies and pie??”

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The days on the Neverland were very short, the light seemed to leave the Island faster each day and felt as so time went by so fast that she could not grasp it. The little bird had gone off once again lost in her thoughts and surroundings. The thought of her being so alone didn’t scare her, she didn’t mind it. Yes company of others was always interesting. The little bird visited old friends again, since the winter was coming she wouldn’t see Azul as much of course she would miss her terribly but encouraged her to come out before everything got colder. Mermaids were very weird. Sparrow was laying down next to a lagoon waiting for her dear friend to come and visit her but she waited there. It was very dangerous to be waiting ever so close to a lagoon but mermaids wouldn’t come out this time of day because they were so busy grooming themselves. 

Sparrow laid there watching the clouds go by, clouds making interesting shapes. “Now I wait here for you and you take forever and im pretty sure you fell asleep again and now i have to leave because it’s going to get cold. I’m gone for who knows how long and all of a sudden you forget about me. “ She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I’ll get that pirate guy to come out here…AZUL! UGHH !” She rubbed her eyes with her cold hands, they seemed never to warm up properly, especially around this time of year. “Anyone out here? I just want to stuff my face with cookies and pie.” Sparrow didnt really care that she was talking to herself. Maybe she’d make a friend that very day.

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Fauna cringed under his touch, not used to being handled so gently. It made her skin crawl; she detested grownups so. “My name is Fauna, and something came out of nowhere and attacked me,” she muttered angrily. She was not a fan of surprise attacks, unless she was the one doing the surprising. The man held up his fingers and Fauna stared at them until she went crosseyed and looked away. “Seven,” she replied carelessly, not willing to admit that she couldn’t count.

sing little bird || fauna & you

Oliver smiled only slightly and inched forward, face turning into a focused sneer. “It’s basically when your brain doesn’t work properly after a head injury.” Oli brushed back her hair, gentle as he could, to get a look at her head. “Can you tell me your name? What happened to you?” He pinched his lips together and sighed, there was little he could do here. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, raising three in front of her eyes. 

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Fauna frowned at the lady, presumably a pirate. Why was she worried about her, anyway? Faun always took care of herself, and this blonde bimbo was underestimating her abilities. “I don’t take advice from pirates,” she gritted her teeth at the adult, and stared as the girl went to her mess. “Leave that for the Captain to see.” She commented, and then, feeling in no pressing danger, hopped back over to the cabinet, pulling a few teacups from the shelves. “You can tell him that Fauna ransacked this place. I was gonna leave a note,” but I can’t write. “But that’s too much trouble,” she added instead of the truth. Faun then zipped over to his bedroom door that was slightly ajar, and kicked the door open the rest of the way. “Ooooh,” she commented, hovering over to the Captain’s long, black coat. “I’d like that,” she stated, dropping the teacups onto the duvet before slipping her little arms into the long sleeves.

covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams || queenie and ----

Queenie’s eyes widened when a little girl popped up onto the desk, she recognised her instantly with the wild eyes and hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed in forever. Queenie turned around and made sure the door was shut before facing the girl again. “What are you doing here?” She whispered, frantically looking at the broken glass on the floor. “They’ll catch you, you should go!” She rushed forward, bent down and tried to figure out what to do. The smashed glass wasn’t something she would do and James would easily be able to tell that she hadn’t punched through it. She would have been too nervous to get hurt. “Oh gosh,” She whimpered, wanting to get the girl out unharmed but knowing there wasn’t much she could do to hide it all from James. 

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Fauna scowled at the man, but held her head. “Fine,” she finally consented, rolling her eyes and holding back from reaching for her temple again. “What’s a ‘concussion’?” The little one asked, trying to stay focused and not fall asleep again. Her legs were dappled with mud from landing harshly on the wet forest floor, and the rain had drenched her hair. “And how’re you gonna fix it?”

sing little bird || fauna & you

Oliver snatched at her when she wriggled free but she was quicker than expected and was gone far too quickly. “I don’t even know kid, trust me, I’d be back home if I could be.” He sighed, shoulders slumping as he let himself feel sorry for himself. After a moment his attention went back to the girl, “You sure? You might have a concussion. I’m just trying to help. You really don’t look good.” He squatted down to stay on her level, reaching a hand out to offer his help and ask for permission to move forward. 

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“A doctor?” Fauna asked, jolting out of his arms and flipping back haphazardly. There wasn’t much that Faun remembered about life before Neverland, but ‘Doctor’ had always been a terrible word for her. “What the hell are you doing on this island, man?” Faun asked, slowly lowering to the ground. As far as she knew, ‘Doctor’ was not synonymous with ‘Pirate’, and while those in the medical profession were an unpleasant sort (to her knowledge), they weren’t evil. Fauna put a hand on the side of her head, where a bruise was forming and flecks of blood had dappled her skin. “Don’t need you to check on me, thanks very much,” she muttered, but then had to sit down as she started to feel a little faint again.

sing little bird || fauna & you

Oliver looked down at the little girl again when she seemed to jump, but he kept going to look for somewhere safe to stop. He didn’t notice the face that the kid made, but was glad when she managed a few words. “You were hit by a tree branch that fell down.” He said, trying to put it in easy words. He’d never been good with kids, and always tended to patronise them when he talked to them. “Just getting you out the way and I’m a doctor so I’ll check on you yeah?” He chuckled awkwardly, and decided he preferred it when she was asleep. Talking to pirates was easier than talking to kids. 

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Fauna frowned when a woman’s voice called out, confused for a moment as to why it wasn’t Hook, or Smee, or one of the usual thugs that hung around the Captain’s cabin. It was a girl; the voice was somewhat familiar, but Fauna didn’t care enough to think more on the subject. Her curiosity got the better of her and she hopped up, flying up to land on the desk, hands on her waist. “Yes, someone is,” she replied, cocking a brow and staring at the girl. “What’re you gonna do about it, lady?” Faun asked tauntingly, leaning forward a bit. From what she could see, the woman looked unarmed, but she knew that a heavily armored pirate was just a couple shouts away; she stood with her knees slightly bent, ready to kick off the desk and bounce out of the window should she decide to holler.

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Queenie heard a shatter on the other side on the door, and she was ripped from her self pity long enough to look around the deck. Has anyone else heard? Had James gone back to their room while she’d been out? She opened the door, heading in, “Ja-” Queenie paused mid way, staring at the seemingly empty room. There was something wrong. There was glass smashed on the floor, and porcelain next to the desk. If James had done that, he’d still be around making a noise, right? She left the door open, worry filling her up and fuelling her tentative movements further into the room. “Is… Is someone in here?” Maybe an angry pirate, she thought, she could fight one of them off long enough for help to come. She realised suddenly that calling out was stupid, it would just make whoever it was panic and take it out on her and she took a step backwards. Get James!

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Fauna shivered in her unconsciousness when someone picked her up. She never liked being carried or lifted by anyone (unless it was Peter), and even while she was knocked out, her body recoiled. Everything was rather muddled in her mind as she tried to wake herself up, and her heart began to race at the thought of being in the arms of a stranger. What if it was the enemy? She struggled for a moment before finally coming to, eyes little slivers as she looked up at the guy. It was a grown up, and she instantly pulled a face, ready to bolt out of his arms, but her body was so sore and bruised from the branch. Instead of moving, she just let him carry her and leaned her head back, eyes closed. “Yeah? Whaddya want?” She asked irritably, even though he was helping her.

sing little bird || fauna & you

Oliver couldn’t decide whether he hated or liked the ship he was stuck on. The constant work and bell alarms surely weren’t favourable, but the heavy drinking and drug use that he’d spotted (and joined in on) was pretty fun. Except then he’d be working with a hangover. It was his best option, and he was fully aware of that, but he still took every option when they docked to get off the ship and wander around the island. Never far. He didn’t want to risk it, not after the time he’d had to hide from a tiger. So he was walking with his hands shoved into his pockets, there wasn’t much to look at on the beach, or in the woods, and he didn’t want to go there until the heavens opened. Oli ran into the brush and was only partly sheltered. Irritated, he started to walk through the trees looking to get back to the ship quickly, then it got worse and the lightning started. He ran, trying hard to get out quick so he wouldn’t be struck, idiotic move. He had to stop after not that long, he wasn’t the best athlete and had to catch his breath. That’s when he spotted the little girl knocked out on the floor. “Fucking hell,” he grunted, rushing over to scoop her little body into his arms and carry on looking for an exit or shelter. “Hey, kid?”

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Fauna buried herself deeper into her bearskin and rabbit fur blankets, groaning as a chill ran through her body. She wished heartily for an evening where the lost kids were all under one roof, and then they could have a giant cuddle puddle, and not wake up freezing in the middle of the night. The little sprite emerged from the furs, wrapping one around her body and shivering. She was wearing a pair of worn and soft moccasins that one of the natives had given to her before they moved on from Neverland, but they offered little warmth in the cool air. It turned out that it wasn’t the middle of the night at all, but midmorning. The girl stepped out of her little shelter and shuddered once more, knowing that it would soon be time to either fortify her lean to, or to return to the home underground. Her fire had almost completely gone out, and Faun plopped a few logs from her woodpile onto the dying embers. The little one then bundled the fur blanket up and tossed it back into her shelter, and opted for an oversized jumper that she’d one in a bet with a powder monkey aboard the Roger a few years back, as well a pair of rabbit fur trousers. She was sure that by midday the sun would be warm enough for her to shed a layer, but for the early hours, the more clothes the better. Fauna yawned and licked her chops, deciding that she was in the mood for fried bananas and walnuts for breakfast, and set out toward the beach for some gathering. It was there that she spotted a familiar redhead sitting on the bay; she half recognized her, knowing that the girl replied to the name of a bird, but couldn’t remember which one. Blue Jay? Canary? Flamingo? Chickadee? Faun drew closer silently, flying as was her usual mode of transportation, and let out a sweet chirrup and a whistle.

Little Lost bird | Sparrow &

Sparrow had been away from lost camp and set out to adventure alone. She would take all the time in the world to figure out stuff about herself and just to not be bother by anyone. Sparrow felt like Neverland was fading and the thought of the whole place crumbling before her scared her. This was her home now and she loved it but maybe there was a bigger adventure out there for her. The bird spent her time wondering around and for time she had been gone she made a tiny little tree house for herself on the tallest tree, it mostly got very cold there but she knew none of them would ever set foot up there. She took her time, looking all over Neverland for things to make her home, stole blankets from pirates and wood to keep everything together. It was one space, not too big or too small, tall enough to stand in and cozy enough to sleep like a bear. Sparrow was running out of food and had to stock up, the cold was coming very soon and she knew her little home would get very cold and soon she’d be stuck up there. Sparrow wrapped herself in the most warmest clothes, long sleeve shirt with boots and a old pair of jeans she made just to fit herself. The Sparrow flew back to the beach to admire it, close enough. She hugged her arms and sat down on the beach, felt like all the Neverland was quiet again, or had she been away long enough, cooped up in that home lost in books and words. 

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Fauna had decided that things were getting a little too quiet between the lost kids and the pirates, and decided to go snooping around Hook’s ship. She rocketed off to the Roger with a mischievous smirk permanently etched onto her mug, swaying with the wind. She shot nimbly through an open window and landed on his desk with a thud, marking important looking papers with muddy footprints. The thought of the codfish captain finding dirty footprints on his desk made her giggle, knowing that the man would be furious when he realized that a lost kid had been aboard his ship undetected. Fauna never believed she would be found out or defeated when she went into situations; Bones’ torture was obviously far from her mind when she dawdled around on his desk. There was a mug of cold tea beside a couple of pens and inkwells, and Faun ventured taking a sip. She grimaced as the milky, non-sweetened tea slunk down her throat, and dropped the mug on the floor. The shatter of expensive porcelain made such a satisfactory clatter, that she almost wanted to hoot in joy, but held back. She was on a mission: to ruin Hook’s comfort. Her gaze suddenly fell upon a cabinet filled with lots of nice mugs and glasses, and a devious thought came into her mind. If she could carefully transport all of his cups, the lost kids could have a fancy tea party, and Jimmy Hook could go without tea forever. She managed to open the cupboard, or rather, smashed one of the squares of glass to reach in through, and pulled two cups out, when she heard the handle of the cabin door start to turn. The girl gulped and ducked underneath Hook’s desk, heart beating wildly as she grabbed her dagger from its sheath on her thigh.

covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams || queenie and ----

Queenie lay spread out on the bed, eyes pinched shut because it was late in the day and the sunlight was irritating her. She’d been awake for a while, she didn’t know how long, but she’d heard lots of hustle and bustle from the pirates she’d somehow allowed herself to call home. Part of that hurt. Her fingers scrunched in the sheets and she rolled herself over, pushing herself to her knees and resting her hands between her thighs. She pushed her hands back through her hair, taming it to the point of standard, and pulled on a pair of ‘leggings’ that she’d been given on their latest trip. They’d travelled, but she didn’t really see anything, just the docks. She didn’t bother with anything else, the baggy top she wore was fine and she didn’t have the willpower to put any effort in anyway. Queenie padded out of the cabin and frowned at the sky, instead went to the galley for a drink. She took water, though she could have easily gone whiskey. Queenie left straight after, unsure if the men staring at her chest made her feel better or worse. Wanted like a mermaid? Maybe. She paused aimless in the middle of the deck, nothing to do, nowhere to go except back to bed, she turned to head that way. She even made it to the door, and she felt idiotic for feeling a twinge of pride for leaving the cabin for five minutes. Her forehead rested on the wood, it’s solidity made her feel better, but her eyes closed and she felt a burning in her throat threatening tears, turning the handle to go inside and hide until James turned up.

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sing little bird || fauna & you

Fauna blinked hard as she tried to make everything come back into focus. The last thing she could remember was chasing a bear away from her camp where she had been drying fresh meats. He had lumbered upon her covered to the elbows in blood and guts, stamping out meat on a flat rock by the fire; rabbits hung up in a string by the washing up waiting to be prepared, a deer skin stretched out for making clothes, and a pile of fish she was going to fry up for Peter and the lost kids later that night. She tried to talk to the beast at first, telling him that he could just have one fish, as he was already eyeing the salmon. But the greedy animal wanted the whole basket, and Fauna was not having that at all. She ran at him with a rock, and it backed up, pulling back a mighty paw for a brutal blow. Faun had ducked out of the way, and started screaming at him until he started to run. She’d chased him to a gorge, and then told him off for being so stupid to lead them to dead end. The little sprite and the bear then parted ways with a snort and a scoff, and she headed back to her camp, while he, no doubt, went off in search for a buffet with better service. Fauna was almost back to her settlement, when a crack of lightening snapped a hefty tree branch down upon her, knocking her unconscious. The rain poured down on her heavily, washing her clean and making her colder than Neverland in the wintertime. She was still (literally) out cold when someone happened upon her little body.

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Theo hummed softly as he poured a cup of tea then went about his morning. Surely today with how lovely it was he could only expect it to get better. History and experience told him otherwise. His morning was likely not to get better. It would soon be a terrible thing. He sipped and continued humming forcing himself to be positive after all he had until the moment was ruined to enjoy the day and enjoy he would.

Fauna was zipping around the island since before the sun had come up. She had been busy over the last month, making an addition to her little hut with clay and sticks. She was quite the mess after a particularly long evening of dancing around a fire with the lost boys, and was positively covered in soot. She dunked into the lagoon where a haunt was wandering around the falls, calling out for someone called Cathy, and rinsed off under the waterfall. She shook herself off and flew toward the Jolly Roger, intent on stealing something from the galley for breakfast. The time before that, where Sam Bones had tortured her senselessly, was all but a dim memory, and she didn’t worry a bit about him. She attempted a slick barrel roll into the kitchen through a port hole, but instead crashed into a stack of pots and pans, causing such a din, she jumped to her feet with her fists in front of her, just in case there was a pirate there.

Genteel || Theo & ...

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“Pesky pixies,” Fauna just murmured before sighing. “Well, everyone ought to. But most kids think they know an awful lot,” she told the redhead, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “And stop believing in fairy folk and leprechauns and unicorns,” Faun continued, examining the clear snot on the back of her wrist. “And soon they start saying foolish things like…” she stopped and scratched her head. “Well, I don’t wanna say it, but once they say it, there’s a fairy somewhere that falls down dead,” Fauna shook her head sadly. “They’re such vain little things. Dramatic too, if you ask me. Just dying ‘cos someone doesn’t ‘believe’ in them,” she finger quoted and then rolled her eyes. “I mean, they knows they exist, so why’ve they gotta bother about someone else being stupid?” She asked rhetorically. “Short and long of it, yes. You’ve gots one, just like I’ve gots one. Just keep an eye out. She’s sure to turn up.”

Eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns like rum on the fire // Lola and Fauna

“True, but then, just cause they’re small doesn’t mean they have to be mean to me.” Lola told the kid, knowing she may have been being a little self righteous but she couldn’t help but feel it when she was stuck in a tree because some pixies decided she was a target. “They’re the ones being bullies.” She muttered beneath her breath. “Is that true? We all have one? Are you sure, cause I’m not from here.” She explained, it was an interesting theory for sure. “How does one find their fairy?”