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— WRETCHED wasn't cruel enough of a word to compliment the merciless annoyance that was wendy moira angela darling... blood ran quicker than the water of never's creeks through the fae's bloodstream, pumping in furious tandem with her small heart as each passing of the girl's very SCENT across needle-eyed nostrils had the skin tinkerbell's ears roaring hot. small fists couldn't bare enough strength ( not without being disciplined ) to even rattle the very pedestal peter hoisted the other upon. though tinkerbell knew her perch was higher than the other's, wendy's breath on a simple exhale could be felt where tink stood; too close for comfort... no, wendy should be no less than TWELVE FEET deep in the earth with nothing but dirt in her lungs and worms in her mouth as the power of the island sipped what pitiful life she had dry. a death by the island's thirsting tongue would be most merciful if it came down to that or the very things the fae would do if given the golden, and unpunished, opportunity.

flittering around the tree in which the lost boy's lived, having noticed the girl's absence, tinkerbell took it upon herself to reprimand the wench for her lack of ENTHUSIASM in the celebration of the battle. shameful, she had thought, to be such a sore loser when peter had granted her the luxury of even being allowed to participate... tinkerbell had watched with glee from the tree tops as the darling received a proper beating, holding not even the wick of a melted candle to the eye of her competition. small feet had disturbed the stillness of branches with kicks of delight each time a cruel blow was delivered upon porcelain, hoping one would be strong enough to shatter pathetically weak features and send peter into a fit of rage. a fit that could only be quelled by his lust for power, his need for control... a fit that would motivate him to find his desire to once more grip the reigns of the island and steer his ship right into the belly of the beast... tink only longed for him to THIRST as he had once before when that dreadful pirate had abandoned all peter had given him.... the permanent destruction of wendy would bring back the same peter that had allured tinkerbell enough to abandon all she knew for him. the peter that loved HER best.

it was the only thing that made the girl USEFUL.

coming upon her, wings beating like that of a hummingbirds as she eyed the other, tinkerbell was greeted with the vicious SWISH of an object she was almost short of dodging. a winded gasp flew from her lips as she aimed her gaze in the direction of her attacker, a shrill of discontent following shortly after. ❛ — oh you think you are so CLEVER, don't you ?? ❜ tinkerbell sneered, fire ablaze in cerulean's as fists were quick to ball at her sides. upon seeing teeth, twinkling like pearls, tinkerbell was half-tempted to lift her foot and kick hard enough to send a tooth down the back of the others throat. maybe if she hit it at the right angle, it would have an edge sharp enough to silence the beast FOREVER. she refrained, however, honoring peter's approval more than her own vengeance. ❛ it's pathetic, you know, to be hiding here when all the others are celebrating the victor... perhaps if your aim was better, you wouldn't have made such a FOOL of yourself in the battle.❜ tinkerbell flew down close enough to deliver a heavy-weighted kick to the book in the other's hands, sending it a fair distance across the floor as she then eyed it skeptically, almost laughing at the mere thought of being so ungrateful for peter's charity that she'd miss a celebration to indulge in FANTASY. ❛ you are a marvel, missing all of peter's excitement to read, ❜ tinkerbell scolded, turning a icy glare in the girl's direction; ❛ the day you are nothing more than deadweight at the tip of a pirate's sword cannot come soon enough...when there is a REAL battle, we'll see your gratitude for peter then. ❜

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faery dear ,             give me wings.              i want to hear            the faeries sing.      up and away.        i cannot stay.                   when mother comes ,              i’ll be far away !

thin streaks of light peaked through holes in the ‘hanging tree’ and kissed at her face to wake. earthy scents of dirt, bark, and morning dew invaded her nose—an unusual comfort. the girl stretched and yawned, stirring ever so slightly, despite desperately wishing to crawl further into her makeshift bedding for just a few minutes longer. it was only the ring of a pan’s cock-crow from outside, signaling the official start to their day, that possessed enough power to tempt those heavy eyes open, blinking away the hazy feeling of sleep. 

but wendy’s bones were sore, the collection of bruises had begun to darken, and a litter of cuts she’d accrued ( tiny reminders of her embarrassment at battle ) had become ugly scabs. she was in no mood for cleaning or cooking, for playing or bickering. she was in no mood to play ‘mother’, a part that went without the praise or appreciation once earned. in fact, she was in no mood to do anything at all. 

instead, a ball of achey limbs, she curled into the soft nest of furs and fingered through the pages of one of her few remaining books ( though she’d read it a hundred times now ). whooping laughter slithered its way into her ears from the distance, but the noise was no bother. in fact, wendy hardly noticed at all, her thoughts too far lost in the novel’s familiar tale. it was only the jolly jingle of a tinkling bell that managed to tear dour eyes away from her pages. wendy watched with utter loathing as the little ball of golden light ‘n’ iridescent dust flitted around the tree’s shadowy corners, a thick knot forming in her stomach with each passing second.

tinker bell had eluded her for some time since returning to neverland, though she would not deny her pleasure in the little creature’s absence. it was a shame, really, for as a child she’d imagined the fae to be enchanting and marvelous beings like those in her stories. but tink had never brought any wonder into wendy’s life … just the continuous threat of misfortune. a part of her had secretly hoped peter’s pet had tucked tail and ran to wallow on some other island far, far away. no such luck.

book in hand, she slowly rose out from under her covers and crouched forward. her feet barely padded against floor of packed mud, quieter than a mouse, as she crept closer to the little devil. then, in one swift motion, she extended her arms and snapped the spine of her book with a sharp ‘CLAP’. but, as lovely as it would’ve been to flatten the smallfolk like a pressed flower between the book’s thick pages, she missed tinker bell by inches.     “ oh my. “     , she hummed, her tone void of any apology her words tried to convey. her face cracked into a pearly smile that was ruined by a dark brewing behind her eyes.     “ i’m so sorry, tink ! why, i must have mistook that pesky buzzing for a mosquito. “

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— she had been watching him stir in his sleep, seemingly restless as exhaustion had long-settled into the bones of the other occupants in the tree house, all comfortably settled in their nests like baby birds. tink, restless herself, watched from her hole in the wall and sighed forlornly to herself, resting her head back against the wall and allowing her eyes to flutter shut for a moment.

it was exhausting, being so distrustful of ace, watching his every move with skepticism clear in her expression. constantly seeking eye contact with the human more often than necessary just to try and see if his eyes had that same twinkle that hook's did when he was just a boy- his original right hand. a part of tinkerbell had loved jamie, and she deeply enjoyed watching him from afar and seeing the happiness he had brought peter in his earliest years on the island. it's what made the heartbreak that came when jamie ABANDONED peter all the more painful to watch unfold. tink had sworn she would never trust another lost boy again, knowing their loyalty frayed and splintered over time as her own remained unwavered, infinitely sworn to peter until she took her final breath.

turning her gaze back to look over at the sleeping boy, she was surprised to notice he was GONE. sitting up straighter, now more alert, the fae swung her face from side to side to catch any sign of movement. the room was still... had she dozed off ?? standing up straight, her wings beginning to flutter rapidly behind her, tink took off towards the exit of the tree house and broke through the stillness of the night as she gazed around the darkness of the wilderness. it was there she spotted his shadow, moving deep into the woods, where she took off after him, pushing her weight as fast as she could until she had just about caught up to him.

❛ — and just where do you think you're going ?? ❜ she called out, accusation hot on her tongue.

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— the small fae used all of her strength to lift up a stone situated near the other's feet, turning slightly and letting out a shout of frustration as she hurled it off into the distance. the stone went further than one would expect given her size, but not as far as the anger in her bones would have wished for it to go. it wasn't enough release to satisfy her thumming veins but perhaps she could exhaust the upset out of her... it was worth a shot. ❛ — weeks, bandit !! multiple weeks !! ❜ tink huffed, stomping her foot on the ground to snap the body of a frail twig that laid beneath her. the smallfolk's tantrums seemed to be never ending, but there was one lost boy who shared with her a dislike for the witch peter had brought back from the other place. she found sollace in him, a selfish sollace, for once not questioning his loyalty to peter but relishing in his loyalty to HER. ❛ —then, he tried to say it was MY fault he didn't see me !! which is true... but he didn't notice. he didn't care to come and see if i was okay... then when he finally did see me, all he wanted to do was talk about HER. ❜

the fae groaned, pressing her palms into her face and resisting the urge to rake her fingers up and through her hair, wanting nothing more than to pull on the strands and rip them from their follicles; ❛ he is so stubborn, sometimes. it drives me insane... he makes me feel CRAZY. ❜

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❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

the order from wendy was one tink was unable to take lightly. tiny fists balled at her sides, a blue sapphire twitched as the urge to fly up and gouge out the girls eyes became one tink wasn't willing to fight back any longer. she knew peter would kill her if she were to wound the other, and tink wasn't willing to see how far his loyalty went. not a sliver of her was curious, in this moment at least, as to how hard she could tug the rope between herself and peter before it frayed and splintered beneath her grasp, coming completely undone. ❛ who are you to BARK orders at me, you wretched vile PUPPET ?? ❜ tink kept her distance, knowing if she was close enough to hear the thum of the girl's thoughts within the confines of her skull, hear the thump of her heart beat or the whistle of air as it left her nostrils... well, tink's hands would be fisting her eyelashes and tugging until they all came loose. ❛ if you ever speak to me that way again i will carve out your tongue while you sleep and watch the throat you push those words from suffocate on your own blood. peter may entertain the idea of you ... but i wish the merfolk would have used your bones to pick their TEETH.❜

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do you miss the smallfolk?

tink pondered on it, folding her arms over her chest as toes tapped in an anxious rhythm on the ground. ❛ — i don't know,❜ she muttered, a bit perplexed by the question as it was never one she had ever thought about before. light brows furrowed, scrunching the skin between them as a buttoned nose wrinkled, mind sifting through all the information it had available to it in regards to tink's relationships with the smallfolk, attempting to provide her with an answer. i miss some of them... she contemplated saying, though only one smallfolk came to mind, one who's presence was often still felt by the small fae, a loss she had yet to allow herself morn. she frowned, deeply; ❛ i was never happy with them, though. i didn't know what happiness was until i met peter. HE is my happiness, and to miss them is to betray him and all he has done for me... so, no. i'm perfectly happy where i am.❜

at least, she thought she was.

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How does it feel to finally come second?

❛ — I AM NOT SECOND,❜ tink screamed, vocal chords shredding at the ferocity of her defensive claim. her cheeks burnt a deep sage as the blonde around her face whipped wildly behind her, throwing her body forward as wings beat like the heart of a hummingbird behind her. her breaths were heaved, emotion hot in her eyes that burned from an instantaneous stream of salt that brimmed them at the mere thought of being anything but peter's first. her form crumpled, her shoulders rounding, eyes fluttering as lungs fought for fresh oxygen against stuttering inhales and whimper-taunted exhales. ❛ i am not second, ❜ soft this time, words melting in her mouth and hardly coming out complete now. ❛ peter loves me, i know he does.... he would never put me second. he- he couldn't...❜

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— her nerves were buzzing with an electricity that was making her finger tips numb, balls of feet pressed into the floor to try and give herself height as her wings began to fester behind her, trembling with rage and the temptation to fly at his face and tug on his hair, latching on like a parasite and gripping on with all the strength she could muster. at his words recalling wendy, her one fist balled at her side and her grip on the leaf-curtain tightened so intensely she could feel her nails about to puncture it's surface.

❛ that isn't the point, peter !! ❜ she scowled, her voice raising to a volume that would have other fae covering their ears, pleading for her to quiet down. the little lungs in her chest were capable of pushing out more air, and in turn sound, then most smallfolk and in this moment... it was becoming very hard for her to control. ❛ when she's around that's all you care about, like nothing else matters- NO ONE else matters !! ❜ refusing to say her name, even more so now that peter pointed it out, tink growled and pushed herself out of her hut, throwing her finger up and pointing it in his face, quickly flying at him until she was hovering just close to the tip of his nose. the tears in her eyes were sparkling from the light of the moon shining through the cracks in the tree-houses cieling, daring to spill onto cheeks that were such a bright shade of red they looked as if they'd give one third degree burns upon contact.

❛ the way that I have been behaving?? you are such an oblivious, tunnel-visioned FOOL sometimes, peter pan. it's like you don't even hear yourself !!❜ as much as tink knew and loved about peter, expecting an apology and for the situation not to be turned on it's head in her direction was expecting a lot... far too much. while tink reasoned with herself that her feelings were more than warranted, it was difficult to feel sane when the young boy before her continued to dismiss every flickering moment of self-doubt she had, and yet prove with his actions why that doubt was even there to begin with. it felt like an eternal game of tug and war, one her minuscule size was unable to keep up with.

when the blame was redirected in her direction, peter's obvious dislike for her rage instead of her softness made the fury-infused dams that had been holding back salted tears tink had been fighting off since he called her name BURST. quickly the moisture slipped from her eyes and steered over the rounds of her cheeks, her lower lip trembling as her wings beat harder and harder behind her to keep her above ground.

❛ it WAS my choice, and i knew you were never going to look for me... but i was hoping that a piece of you would have missed me enough to do so... is it so WRONG for me to want to feel cared about ??❜ her voice was still firm, her emotions hot on her tongue, complimented by streams of what felt like betrayl burning sapphires and running rampant down her cheeks until they broke at the seam of her lips or ran off the cliff of her jaw.

❛ i didn't want to be upset, peter, i wanted you to care.❜ the words broke at their end, her wings struggled a bit and her body slipped from the air momentarily before she caught herself again, the thin appendages fighting hard to keep her up as she rubbed angrily at her eyes with balled fists. the anger melted again, as it always seemed to ( surely to rise again at some point in the future ) and she hung her shoulders a bit, sniffling as she held back a croak of a sob. tink moved away from his face and drifted over to sit on the edge of the hole where her hut was carved, tucking wings behind her and bowing her head as she pressed the heels of her hands against her eye lids, pleading with the tears to stop so peter wouldn't accuse her of being dramatic again, knowing the accusation would send her into a spiral of sobs.

❛ i've accepted all parts of who you are, peter, and i always will... but sometimes i wish you would just learn how to APOLOGIZE. ❜

Peter didn't move from his spot pressed to the makeshift wall beside the entrance of her room. He did, however, turn his head to peak at the leaf-doorway when it shifted. His heart soared, sure that all was forgiven and things would be just as they were before the small folk had decided to be mad at him. When Tink didn't fully emerge and started in on him instead, that hope sank and he frowned. He had only wanted to have a happy reunion with her where he could fill Tink in on all the things she'd been absent for and delight in the feeling of ease her company usually afforded him. Around her the awful sensation of fire ants constantly writhing beneath the surface of his skin never seemed to bother him the same way it did when she wasn't near. But of course that had been foolish of him to expect.

Weeks? No! Had it truly been that long? Surely not. He would have noticed. But then an awful lot had been happening recently....His vision blurred, falling out of focus, and his body — the very air around them — turned icy cold as he fought to figure out if she was telling the truth. He was terrified that she was, but she could just as easily be lying for the sake of dramatic affect; trying to make him feel sorry for her. Ultimately, he couldn't be sure how long it'd been since he'd last seen Tink. What a horror to have gone so long without her and to not even have noticed it but a handful of times — and even then he'd been unbothered enough to still not go looking for her!

Had Peter been that preoccupied? He'd been about to plead with her, had opened his mouth to offer up — well, not quite an apology, but something close to it perhaps — when Tink's words caught up to him. He stopped short, closing his mouth and rolling his eyes. Wendy? Really?!

"She has a name, Tink." Peter groaned impatiently, his head lolling backward to thunk against the wood he was leaning against. He knew it wasn't going to help him get back into the fae's good graces, but felt it needed to be said all the same. Was it really Wendy she was so worked up over? How she hadn't come to accept that Wendy's presence wasn't something that was going to be changing and found a way to accept it by now was baffling to him. Why should that be cause for their prolonged separation from one another?

"And I don't see what she has anything to do with the way you've been behaving! She's done nothing to you, has she?" He heaved a heavy sigh and pushed himself off the side of the smoothed wood, shifting his stance so that he was standing directly in front of her doorway now. He probably should have been more concerned about waking the Lost Boys or even Wendy herself with the volume of their spat, but Peter couldn't be bothered with such situational thinking as he all but demanded her to forgive him, "Tink, please!"

Wait a moment! This wasn't his fault at all! "No one told you to hide from me." Peter pointed out in an incredulous, bordering accusatory tone, "That was your choice! You're the one who decided to stay away. If I had gone to look for you, you would've just told me to leave you alone! You know I'm right. You wanted to be upset and nothing I could've done would have changed it. Now can you just stop this already? I have so much to tell you!"

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For one week, beginning the day you reblog this post to your character’s blog, any anonymous questions you receive that are directed at your muse must be answered honestly. There is no time limit to when these asks must be answered, but if they were received within the one week window, then they must be honestly answered. You can do this in-character or out-of-character as long as the answer is truthful. This is an exciting way for the rest of the group to peer inside the mind of your muse and it makes for some great reflection and character development for you! 

Participation in these tasks are by no means required. They’re fun things meant to enrich your rp experience here at NEVER RPG, not stress you out. This isn’t homework. You won’t be graded. There’s no test, I swear! To participate, simply reblog this post and take not of when your week will be up!

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&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

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— tink knew that peter thought she was theatrical, a bit dramatic, over-the-top, and a sour puss. often had he accused her emotional outbursts of merely being silly tantrums or hissy fits and with a wave of his hand would dismiss her heavy-set pouts and tightly folded arms. the small fae was in no headspace to deal with being belittled right now, made to feel smaller than she already was, and stubbornly she folded her wings down and pressed them into her back; shielding it from any verbal knives that could come flying her way due to the fact she basically slammed the door in his face.

tink heard the demanding question and dismissed it, pressing the heels of her hands to her pointed ears to dry and drown out the sound of him doing precisely what peter was good at; deflecting blame upon anyone but himself. if tink really wanted, she could slither her way into his head, see what he was thinking. tink could weave together the floating bits of his conscience and create a cohesive tapestry complied of all the answers to all of her questions. yes, she could do that... yet all she wanted was for peter to KNOWINGLY feel guilt. to understand what it meant to be wrong without her having to TELL him he was wrong.

perhaps that was too tall an ask of the boy...

frowning, tinkerbell stood tall with her back to the entrance of her room, moving her arms to tightly wind across her small chest as angered breathes went in and out of her lungs in rapid succession. keeping her cool was not something the small folk was notorious for, her outbursts and bitch-fits a part of her character, yet in this moment, her lack of will to speak to peter overpowered her need to throw a tantrum and so she stood in silent protest.

however, if there was one thing tink was weak for... it was peter when he softened. though he was her peter at his most wicked and vile, he was simultaneously her peter at his most gentle...his most vulnerable. his words, carrying a sad lull to them, made her lower her guard just slightly. her shoulders fell from their position tucked up by her ears and her fingers beginning to slip from their tight hold on crossed forearms until the limbs were dangling like branches on the cusp of falling from an oak tree. the girl's eyes began to rim with deeply wounded tears, the salted moisture burning her irises and frustrating her as she rubbed viciously at scrunched lids to force them away. his words pierced her chest as her tight frown turned more into a sob-resisting pout. peter had hurt her, but even though he hadn't noticed her absence in the moment... he was reflecting on it now. isn't that what counted??

maybe, she was unsure.

her body resisting her mind, the fae carried her figure over to the barrier between herself and peter, shaky hands lifting to grab the leaf blocking her entranceway and peeling it back just enough so he was aware she was there, but not having the energy to fully come out and confront him, watery sapphires trained on the tips of her boot-clad toes.

❛ i didn't think you had noticed, ❜ the words came sailing on a quivering breath, chest tight as anger was replaced, temporarily, by a deep sadness that made tinkerbell's lungs feel like sandbags. ❛ i've been hiding from you for weeks, peter.... ❜ as the words fell from her lips, the anger swelled again, rising in her throat and tugging on her tongue, sadness and fury intertwining like a braided rope and twisting so tight the edges began to fray.

❛ with your favorite little plaything being back....i figured you didn't care i was gone, which would explain why you never came searching. i was right here the whole time, peter...and you still couldn't even be bothered to find me.❜

Peter had been deep in a silent argument with his shadow when he'd first caught a glimmer of her in his peripheral vision. Arguments between himself and his shadow used to be so few and far between, but lately it seemed like it was suddenly against him just as the island was; as if even they were as unreachable as everyone else always had been. But not Tink. Relief washed over Peter at the sight of her. Parts of himself that he hadn't even known had been aching loosened, melted as they let go of tension he hadn't had a clue he'd been holding onto but now left him so sore.

His mood took a drastic upward tick as he called out to her, his tone jovial and pleased. But when her only response was to melodramatically dismiss him in favor of hiding in her room, he darkened worse than before. How dare she brush him aside like that?

"Where have you been?" Peter demanded, far more incredulous than he had any right to be, from where he sat. He knew full well that she could hear him perfectly. His face scrunched up in confusion as if he was only just realizing how drawn out her absence had been. When had he last seen her? His shadow began its insistent barrage of whispered scolding which only served to pull a low growl from Peter in warning. He was in no mood. His shadow knew better than to push and so it fell silent.

To his credit, Peter had gone searching for her, once, since Wendy's return to the island. However, he'd run across Thorn who had been less than helpful and annoyingly smug before Peter had been pulled from his quest altogether. He'd noted her disappearance a handful of times, but his thoughts had been so quickly redirected by others that he'd let her be to throw whatever tantrum she was throwing for far too long....How long had it been? How much excitement and upset had she missed out on? His heart clenched, fear stricken by the thought that there was anything, let alone so much, he'd experienced without her while she was too busy pouting.

'Fix it.' His shadow urged, the words pressed against his own thoughts with such urgency that it made it hard to think of anything else. At least now they were blessedly on the same page. Peter scrambled to the carved out hollow of her room, giving no mind to the sleeping bodies in his path. He called out her name again, softer this time, more drawn out in hopes of tempting her to cease her sulking and have mercy on him. It seemed a long shot, but he'd happily take her fury instead, so long as it meant she wasn't avoiding him anymore. He didn't even know where she'd been or why. He'd expected her to be cross with him about Wendy but if that was what she was upset about, surely she would have gotten over it by now? Right? There had to be something else...

He sighed, slumping against the wall of the tree that housed her room, pressing his back into the smoothed over wood, his head thudding back against it in exasperation. The words that came next were less accusatory and more sorrowful, "You missed everything, you know?" And she had. Now that he was really thinking on it, so much had happened that Tink had missed out on and he hated it. Unknowns had no business laying between them.

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— the tree felt different lately. no longer did it carry that lull of comfort whenever tinkerbell entered like it had in years past, but instead, a sense of dread washed upon her whenever she returned to it. she did not want to risk the potential of hearing the shrill laughter coming from the wretched BEAST girl who had stolen the attention of the one thing tinkerbell loved away from her, it's high pitch piercing and ricocheting back and forth in the space between pointed cartilage. saying that wendy coming back HURT was an understatement. it felt like all the oxygen in the air had been stolen away and tink's lungs were left grasping onto whatever clusters of breath they could manage to find, starving her of what fueled the very life that dared to flicker within her.

heavy winged, heavy hearted, tink floated quietly back into the tree, hearing the sounds of slumber loud from the wide-opened mouths of little boys that echoed in the hollowed home's interior. across the room, tink spotted her little oasis, though now it felt more like a bird cage, and while she could leave freely to and from physically, mentally she felt trapped. peter wouldn't let her go if she wanted to, and though she didn't want to- not even slightly- she wished deeply things would go back to the way they were before everything happened.

before she happened.

tink had been avoiding peter for days now, maybe weeks. she had stopped keeping track when she noticed he wasn't coming to seek her out, staying cooped up in her small room or escaping the tree as often as she could. he was far too distracted with the return of his favorite plaything to even notice tink had been missing from events, or from his life in general. tinkerbell was not going to fight for his attention, not this time, as she stubbornly believed it was something she was ENTITLED to. after all she had done, all the secrets she had kept, all the nursing she had done when he was distressed in moments of painful silence when it was just the two of them... just her and the thoughts in peter's head that he couldn't understand- she deserved it. his attention was the smallest gift of gratitude he could showcase her and yet... her starved her of it. solemnly, the small folk sighed, pressing her weight forward as tired wings flittered exhaustedly behind her, carrying her pin-sized figure towards her cage room like a good, trained pet.

and like a good, trained pet... when she heard someone say name, she stopped in her tracks. tink's stomach dropped, as she'd know that voice anywhere, and her eyes screwed shut, tired features using whatever energy they had remaining to scrunch her little face up as tightly as they could. it was almost pathetic, the way just hearing him say her name for the first time in what felt like an eternity made her tiny heart pitter so quickly within the confines of her chest it almost ached. ignoring the temptation to humor peter's beckoning voice, tinkerbell released a stubborn and theatrical HMPH !! as she pushed her weight the rest of the way forward, throwing open the leaves that covered the entrance to her crate and letting them fall shut behind her.

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[petersprize]

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[petersprize]

        ❛ —𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 ❜— ᴘ.ᴘ.

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name: tinkerbell ❛ tink ❜

face claim: jeanne goursaud

alignment: neutral

positive attributes: loyal, witty, can truly understand how one is feeling, passionate, forgiving

character flaws: obsessive, short-tempered, borderline narcissist, aggressive, sarcastic.

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tinkerbell is blissfully aware of the cruel, violent and savagery nature of peter pan but it is for that she dotes on him fondly. getting into the good graces of peter is a feat many assume they have accomplished, but one tinkerbell knows she is part of selective few to have actually achieved. she is crass, sharp-tongued, temperamental, and fiercely loyal to peter and gloats her importance to him whenever she can, particularly at the new lost boys who feel entitled to be by his side. laughter is her strongest form of mockery, and though she is hardly taller than a mossy stone from the lagoon, tinkerbell’s laugh is one that could rustle the branches of trees from miles away. It comes from a place of knowing that as much as peter may use her, throw her around, instruct, nag and prod her… that he would strip the life from anyone who so much as threatened her.

in a empty forest, amongst an orchestra of chirping from lone crickets and the chorus of croaks coming from the frogs mounted up in the branches of oak trees… there is a WHISTLE. the wind carries the sound through outstretched branches, between ominously stones stacked alongside susurrant waters of a bumbling brook, up above the treetops to grace the clouds before diving it back down to drift atop the dampened earth. the whistle’s volume rises and falls, piano then forte, until it makes it’s way to the ears of whomever is listening, except it’s not a whistle; it’s laughter. shrill, piercing, devious laughter. 

though she knows her and peter being together is not something that could ever be, due to her being a small folk and him being, well, peter… it is a fantasy of hers that makes sleeping at night a bit easier. tinkerbell’s love for peter pan borders on obsessive, as she would put anyone in harms way that dare to come in between the two of them or even threaten him. unrequited love isn’t a concept that tink is capable of processing, as her reckless, borderline narcissism convinces here that the real peter, HER peter, loves her more than anything… and she knows that everyone else is merely a puzzle piece in this never ended game the two of them are playing together. she would give her life for peter if it came down to it, and she would die happily knowing that her death would save, and yet simultaneously, destroy him.

ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛɪɴᴋ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ…

the treehouse was quiet, the wind gently brushing through the tufts of sprouting spring leaves and the sun shining through the crack in the oak’s exterior creating a relaxing and peaceful ambiance. peter and the lost boys were out, training perhaps, the the small fae was curled up atop peter’s pillow, blissfully stretched out on the fabric, lids shut and lips pulled into a lull of a smile. the smell of musk, sand, and cypress tickled her nose, the scent of peter relinquishing a sigh from her as she further nestled her head into the plush, worn headrest. every so often, tinkerbell yearned to tag along with peter and his lost boys, and on the rare occasions she did, she’d be flying right alongside peter and securing a spot on his shoulder (like an obedient PET) to remind him, to remind everyone, just how much importance she believed she held. today, however, she was particularly exhausted. the island was thumming with a rhythm she had felt many times before, a signal that peter was feeling a bit more like himself, today. the buzz comforted her, like she was being rocked in one of those bassinets she noticed human children were kept in when they were young, and so here she laid; breathing in the smell of peter, cradled in the warmth of his pillow, feeling his essence in the hum of the island beneath her. however, her peace was quickly disturbed by a familiar crow sounded outside of the door, followed by a chorus of enthusiastic cheers and whoops. slowly, the fae sat up, rubbing sleepily at her eyes and pouting theatrically at the disturbance to her daydreaming. ❛ damn those LOST BOYS, ❜ tink had grumbled, stretching her arms up above her head as her wings flittered to life behind her, preparing to seek refuge in her own ‘room’ and hide from the rambunctious field day that was occurring outside. as she slowly rose to her feet, shaking out the sleep from her body, she heard the familiar voice… one that immediately made her face turn red. it was a girls voice, but not just any voice… HER voice. tink’s face fell, shock settling in her tiny chest as her pin-sized heart began to rattle the confined cage her ribs kept it trapped in. her breathing increased, lungs rapidly taking in and releasing air as she found herself scrambling up in the air, wings beating behind her, flying quickly to a crack in the wood, pressing tiny palms against the wall and peering through to see if her mind was deceiving her. upon realization that it wasn’t, tink floated backwards, shaking her head; ❛ no… no, no, no…❜ anger swelled up inside of her, steam just about pouring out of her ears, hands flying up to her hair and resisting the urge to pull every single last strand from the root. in a panicked rage, she pushed her weight towards her little hideaway and disappeared behind the leaf flaps just in time to beat the entourage as they barreled through the door. hot, rage-infused tears lined the fae’s eyes as she rocked her fist back to slam against the wall, her weight falling to the ground as she collapsed to her rear, knees coming to her forehead as she buried her face in her hands. she had finally gotten her peter back, after all this time, he had doted on her as he had once before and held her up and now?? all over again… his attention would return to that wretched BEAST of a girl who had left him once before, and surely would again. tinkerbell LOVED peter pan. she would do anything for him- she HAD done everything for him. she kept his secrets, she held his pain, she stayed by his side even when he made efforts to cast her away… and now, here she sat, balled up in the small, hollow room peter had hand carved for her in the treehouse, wishing only for silence and for the thumming of the island to STOP.

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name: harp/harper

age: twenty three

timezone: est

pronouns: she/her

triggers: n/a