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if i said i wasn't debating the making of a Prince Charming blog, I'd be lying.

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peter’s soul was practically bound to neverland since he was a boy originally, a long long time ago; before he became a boy again.  before he took throne as the ruler of neverland (though the term king is never truly used, it was one of the facts: he was the king of neverland).  he felt when others entered his realm without his permission, knew once they stepped foot on the soil of the island.  if they got past the mermaids.  

it’s no surprise to hear the report of another on the land.  he had felt the slow tremor through his body when the moment they arrived.  he had brushed it off as nothing, for his lost boys were already on a journey through the brush.  not for a single moment he would have assumed the trespasser would have been a girl.  orders to search the land and bring her back were thrown to his boys, but peter knew he could easily find her before them all.

that’s exactly what had happened when his patience disappeared.  he had gone on a search of his own, finding the girl nearly immediately.  he could feel his legion close by, but he was far from concerned at that.  learning on a tree, gaze quietly observing before he would speak a greeting.  there was nothing extraordinary to him, but looks could surprise someone; never judge a book by its cover, he had heard once before.

               “if they catch you, they’ll kill you.”

he states calmly, as if he was not the leader of this band of bloodthirsty boys. it was his way of testing her knowledge of this land, really.  he was curious to know if she had experience here, whether from stories in whichever land she had come from or just rumors.

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        “there’s no need to warn them of that; they’re already aware.”

he shouldn’t be so tickled at her statement, but he is; it makes the corner of his lips quirk into an amused smile.  there was an unspoken war between the mermaids and his boys; a quiet one that raged in the background.  just as his boys had slaughtered some of the creatures of neverland’s waters, they had pulled in those of his own, dragging them to the bottom of the sea waters and stealing their air.  it’s not as if peter doesn’t warn them of what may happen if they choose to harass the creatures; he does.  there is no doubt that peter makes sure to include every deadly detail to those he has brought to the island to avoid accidents; whatever the other chooses to do with that information is all on themselves.  he can’t force them to listen.

           “don’t be so feisty, love.”

the words roll from his tongue before he can process them, but he doesn’t freeze in place from the slip.  he simply holds his posture as though he had made the conscious decision to say them in that manner.  he was a good actor.

         “i figured you would like to know.  you’ve got a weird peace keeping           aspect of you.  or maybe it’s that face of yourself, lass.  you don’t           look the type to drown anyone.  even those deserving.”

it’s a confession of sorts; the demon peter pan reserving such a statement of admittance that his way-- his lost ones way-- isn’t exactly humane.  but it was who they were as a group, who they grew to be.  who he made them.

          “they would only think i had some ill scheme, you know.  it’s             part of the trick of mine-- be civil until you’ve got the other in             the place you want them.  it accompanies the whole demon             title they’ve given me.”

the words are not bitter, though they leave a sour taste in his mouth.  it was just another thing he sweeps away as if nothing; he does that often with a surplus of categories.  he had no time to stir in such emotion.  even with his comment, his feet begin to follow the other.  somehow, he knew he’d be the one following her to the ends of the universe, if it came to that.  the very idea both amused and unnerved him, but he revealed nothing of these thoughts.

              “Well, you should make it very clear to them that if they dare                wander too close to us in their gusto, they will suffer and die.”

The mermaids were well aware of the threat the boys would pose after being suppressed for so long. The last time something similar had  happened, two of their sisters had died. It was not a loss they were willing to suffer again. The mermaids were petty and jealous creatures that did not really feel strong love or remorse for each other, but they  did know that they were only as strong as they were united. So if it came down to it, they would defend their own.

               “So you came all the way here to taunt me with the fact that                your boys will soon be hunting us like rabbits. How kind of                you, Peter.”

Ara was not even particularly mad, honestly. Just annoyed that she and the others would have to deal with a mess Peter had created. However, the irritation did not last long. After all, she had a feeling that he was not there just to be an ass. Or maybe she just really hoped that he had a kinder motivation. Either way, a small smirk tugged at her lips and she stood,  walking past him into the trees.

               “Walk with me, Peter. Wouldn’t want any of the others to happen                upon us having a pleasant conversation, would we? Someone                might think something of it.”

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yo tbh don’t ever be afraid to come rp with me.  i’m slow but i love everyone who takes time out of their day to acknowledge my tiny existence.  makes me feel all special.

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       “your definition of relaxation and mine seem to be completely         different, guppy.”

though he isn’t surprised.  his amusement-- his loss of nerves-- came from the unfortunate appearance of trespassers.  a petty little game of his rules always seemed to loosen any anxiety from his muscles.  that may be from the fact that his confidence in himself-- in his boys and his island-- greatly outweighed such stresses that he may occasionally see himself having.  it was a strange thing, considering his little schemes  always did leave a fear in his victims.  he can feel it as though it makes the ground of his island pulsate; just as the air ripples and causes a shudder to travel up his spine whenever magic is used against his will.

           “i’m sure your pod will also love the lost boys being back.             i’ve heard many complaints lately; they’re very much stir             crazy.  shooting may not be the only thing that will happen;             they might be out for blood this time.”

he admits carefully, a shrug of his unoccupied shoulder.  simply put, the lost ones didn’t enjoy being cooped up in camp-- controlled on the time they move because peter needed them there.  just in case.  always a just in case-- but never did he actually need it.  they were his legion, though; and would follow peter to the ends of the universe if needed. whether that be from fear or true loyalty, he himself couldn’t care.  he knew he could trust felix, and that would be enough for him to satisfy his fits of overwhelming loneliness-- but peter would never admit to such things as that, either.

             “their fun won’t be ruined; they’ll still hide in their little trees,               as you say.  none would think i’d tell any of you of their plans.               they’ve had nothing better to do besides practice their actions.               i’d even say they’ve all grown quite good.  including the little               ones who detest using their weapons.”

            “Bland? I think you mean relaxing.”

Ara rolled her eyes, leisurely stretching her arms above her head while watching him out of the corner of her eye. She could not help but notice how he was looking at her, and a teasing remark immediately jumped to her lips. However, she decided it was best not to comment. Being a mermaid, she knew that kind of look when she saw it. It was the kind of look that indicated your prey had taken the bait in the man hunting games her kind liked to play. But, of course, Peter was not anyone’s prey. Which made the whole thing strange and fascinating. And maybe a little flattering.

            “Fantastic. I look forward to being shot and/or              bludgeoned in the near future.”

She sat up and turned toward him, her tail splitting into legs, which she then crossed neatly one over the other. One delicate eyebrow raised, she canted her head and watched him for a moment. This time, she could not help but make a quip,

            “Funny, though. It’s not like you to give such              warnings. After all, it’s no fun if I know, is it?              Your boys get their kicks with petty little sneak              attacks; hiding in the trees like squirrels. And              since when do you like to ruin their fun?”

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this is the stack of papers i have to study from for my exam on friday morning. laughs

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workin on makin peter icons and just look at it i don’t even need to say anything if we bein real.

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he isn’t surprised that she showed no particular reaction to his presence. before he had been busied, it was often that he had appeared randomly- finding a sort of amusement at doing so.  like a cat who toyed with its prey before it completed the cycle of entertainment.  it’s a habit that all those in his group had developed; the short spurts of amusement at certain things, ready to kill whatever had lost their interest.  but peter knew he wouldn’t be able to kill ara; not even if his sights settled upon that tail of hers. one of the characteristics that had been meant to disgust him (and once had--perhaps still so for any other of her same species).

                “the simple things are bland.”

he states, shoulder leaning against the base of a tree as his gaze drank her in.  she was a beauty that he can’t recall experiencing before her; not even with the woman who bore his only son.  her species didn’t matter to him any longer; affection has washed away any overwhelming disgust he was once accustomed to.  that didn’t go to say for the other mermaids of his island, which he still looked at as though they were merely just guard dogs that needed to be doing their duties.  he’s sure they enjoyed their peace while it still lasted.  he almost felt guilty knowing that his boys were more rowdy than they had been in years on this land, ready for excitement. there’d been less and less pirate ships coming through, so that left only a few options: a fight between themselves, or torment for the mermaids. 

               “but i suppose you should enjoy it while it lasts.  my boys,”

he begins to explain, always the affection present when he spoke of those he lived with at their camp.  no matter how irritating they may become, he could never stay furious for too long.  in all their respects, they were like  sons to him; as ironic as that is, considering he gave up his blood son to have this island and the youth.

                 “are a bit stir crazy at the moment.  my fault,                   really. seems they don’t like mundane work.”

The sun was warm and the skies were clear; if Neverland had defined seasons, it would be a beautiful summer day. And what better to do on such a day than stretch out on a warm rock and sunbathe? So, that was exactly what Ara was doing; eyes closed and daydreaming, her tail partially hanging over the edge to just graze the cool water of the lagoon. 

Things had been awfully quiet on the island, and that was just how the mermaids liked it. No Lost Boys running around playing cruel jokes and generally making a nuisance of themselves. No  pirates looking for treasure or land or whatever else they usually tried to acquire in Neverland. The peace was long over-due, and definitely appreciated.

              “I am. Some people can enjoy the simple things in life.”

She did not even finch or move a a muscle when she heard Peter’s voice, just opening one eye to acknowledge his presence. It had been a while since he had visited, but she had grown used to him sneaking up on her at this point. 

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yoooo internet why did u randomly disconnect :c

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                                                  ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ

                   ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ?

                                     ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ?

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neverland had been busy, or at least peter and the lost boys had been.  their presence along the brush had virtually become nonexistent, their minds and bodies going along with the most recent game of the ruler.  even peter himself couldn’t deny how much time the boys had spent working.  free spirit was limited for him recently, and even then it hardly lasted as long as he’d like it to.  he had no time to explore the island he could navigate blind-- no time to lounge by his thinking tree and actually ponder anything he had been doing.  

so what does he do the moment his hands are no longer bound by  the scheme he sparked?  of course, he seeks his mermaid. there was no greater joy to peter than that girl, but he wouldn’t ever speak those thoughts aloud.  even as his gaze discovered her, a sudden leap in his chest, peter bit his tongue to avoid the facts that he had already found to be true.  instead, he watches quietly, observing her actions.  enjoying the sight of her though when his tongue does finally articulate a greeting, it comes off as if he were just simply amused.

               “i see you’re enjoying yourself, little guppy.”

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yOU DOOOOOO

dO I SPY  wITH MY LITTLE EYE A JULIEFISH ?!

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i’m really bad about getting on lately because i know that once i get on the computer i have to work on my research paper and i didn’t want to.  but now i really have to considering it’s due tomorrow and the only thing i’ve written is the introduction paragraph. i’ll get to the other things soon!

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yo like this for a starter of some kind. it probably won't be posted until tomorrow since i have a bunch of homework that still needs to be done.

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dO I SPY  wITH MY LITTLE EYE A JULIEFISH ?!

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his breath released in hot steam like a dragon’s breath, fiery  fury scorching his innards.  it’s abnormal to see the teenager to be so inexplicably hostile.  always the boy’s dissatisfaction had been shown by a smirk and the smug words that dripped from his tongue like poison.  but here the rage is pumping in his veins, the smoke unable to escape smoldering his gaze. whatever the other had done, it is clear that peter was most definitely NOT a happy camper.

                        “in all my years of living, i have not once                          met a bigger idiot than yourself.  care to                          explain how you managed to screw up                          so badly?  it was a simple task!”

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a huff of amusement swooshes from his mouth before he is able to consider the action.  a single eyebrow raises as if he is interested in what the other has to say, but peter pan was never one to negotiate. he was far too hungry to display his powers to anyone who dare to witness.  that was just natural behavior for him.  do now, think later. regret later, no doubt.  not that he’d ever admit to that.  he was the supposed demon with the face of a boy.  

                “’fraid not.  everyone is where i want them.                   it’s part of controlling the island.  but who                   am i to destroy the hopeless idea of your                   escape from neverland?”

Gabriel quirks an eyebrow at the other’s response. He knows that the claim is bold for most. It’s a feat that most people will never been able to pull off. But he’s not most. Hell, he’s not even sure he counts as people. And sure, something about the island has his powers on the fritz, but that won’t stop him forever. So he simply smirks back at the boy.

               “There’s a first time for everything.                And I don’t think I need your permission                to l e a v e.”