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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

Are you aware of how handsome you are?

⇢ Charming, little bird, but flattery will get you no where on my island.

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

What is your favourite colour?

⇢ Need I tell you about how obvious this question is? Obviously it’s green. 

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

What makes you happy?

⇢What makes me happy? That’s easy, Little Bird, my Lost Ones. Why wouldn’t they? I mean, they’re all that I need.

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

if you could be another creature, what would you be?

⇢ What a fun little question this one is, love. I’d say. . . If they weren’t as awful as they are, probably a Mermaid. I like to think I’d be pretty adorable with a tail, yeah?

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

( au ) Who turned you into a vampire?

⇢ My good for nothing BASTARD of a father. . .Why do you want to know?

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

[Au] do you feed from humans or animals? There seems to be conflicting opinions amongst the vampires in town

⇢ I prefer the blood of my victims to be human.  I think the blood just tastes that much richer.

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

Do you and Devin play duets together? { @asklostboydevin​ }

⇢ I want to answer this truthfully but I get the feeling that this is some kind of fantasy of yours and I’d rather not bring light to that.

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

How many times have you dealt with mermaids in Neverland?

⇢ Far too many times, if you ask me. They do have their days of being something desirable. Of course, that usually comes when I need them to take care of someone for me or help me with terrorizing Wendy. 

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

What has been your favorite game you've played so far?

⇢ Easy, mate. Target Practice. The RUSH you get as you run through the trees chasing your target only to corner them and watch them cower in fear. It’s absolutely delicious. 

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

What’s your shoe size? Your feet look huge.

⇢ Why the hell would you have an interest in my shoe size?

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

You are legit 100s of years older than your mother.

⇢ Then my mother? I haven’t thought about her in ages. .. Surely, she’s long gone by now. She was long gone before I became the King I am in the first place.

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@asklostboydevin​ sent:  I miss your stupid face. Hurry back soon. 🦊

⇢ Oh? Is that so? You miss me? I’m almost flattered. Haven’t you learned, Devin? All it takes is faith, trust and Pixie Dust and I’m never far away.  

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

Do you have any pets?

⇢ Pets? No, not one. I’m surrounded by nature every day, mate, why would I want any pets?

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𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓨𝓜𝓞𝓤𝓢 𝓢𝓔𝓝𝓣:

Gotten up to any good mischief recently? Being the mayor's son must make for some good opportunities.

⇢ You could say that I’ve gotten into a few. . .  adventures. Not that I would tell them to you. Knowing my darling mother she has eyes everywhere and that means that she could ground me for some of the things i’ve gotten up to. Why would I ever want that when I can CONTINUE to be Mumsy’s Little Angel?

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@ask-thechippedcup​ sent:  I hope you're keeping up on your book reading, remember chapters 5 and 6 are due the day after tomorrow. We'll be discussing the events in class, so make sure you've read them.

⇢ Of course I’m keeping up with my reading. I’ve already read both chapters and did the homework that you assigned for next week. I would never turn in a late assignment. I look forward to our delightful discussion.

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⇢  @askthejadedmills​ continued from HERE. ⇠

⇢  I think I want a puppy that is. . . Fluffy. I want one that’s so fluffy that I might just DIE when it walks because all it does is look like it waddles. How amusing would that be? Also, thank you for admitting that I did well. I’d like to think all that time I spent staring at a book paid off. 

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⇢ O P E N  A U  W E E K E N D  S T A R T E R | P E T E R  W E S T ⇠

⇢ EMERALD EYES FLICKERED in delight as the darling Mayor’s son strolled through town with his chin held high and his grin shining bright.  How he loved his life. Frankly, he wouldn’t want it any other way. So long as he behaved -- which he did being the most well behaved boy in Storybrooke -- he got everything that he wanted handed to him on a silver platter. What a LIFE of Luxury. 

He noticed eyes on him often, but he didn’t hate it. In fact, it only FUELED his ego like a flame in the night. Even today, as he caught a pair of eyes on him, the West child smiled as he strolled over to them with his hands behind his back to feign innocence. 

“I suggest, if you’re going to stare, that you take a picture. It will last longer.” He winked teasingly.