In the corner of a room with no doors, Prin stood face to face against the dark one.
"R-rumplestilksin… Wha-What are you doing here?" She managed to stammer as her back hit the wall.
"The question is not what I'm doing here, But what are you? We all know you are Pan's pet. You should've died with Neverland." He said, hands over his cane and back straight.
"I-I uh…" She was failing for an answer. She wasn't sure how she survived, but she knew Pan had something to do with it, but she couldn't say that. If they knew Pan was still alive…
"Well, deary?" He persisited.
In a flurry of smoke, the red queen stood next to him. The evil queen.
"Y-your majesty!" Prin squeaked.
"Oh please, I haven't gone by that in years." She chastised.
"She is unaware of the curse." Rumplestiskin explained and the queen turned to Prin again.
Prin squeaked as they approached further.
"Wake up, Moira!" her eyes snapped open. Seeing Pan's concerned face she leapt into his arms and sobbed into his shoulder. He had taken to wearing hoodies since he faked his death to reach her, and Prin had to admit the smell of him plus the scent of pine embedded in its fabric was comforting.
Pan hushed her and rocked her slightly as he brushed his hand through her hair.
"They're looking for me. I don't want them to hurt you…" She broke down again as he continued swaying her slightly.
They stayed there for a while, just finding comfort in each other, reassuring themselves that they weren't alone.
Not anymore.
It was a warm afternoon when she finally emerged. It had been weeks since she had been in the sun, simply in fear of being recognised. It was unlikely, but possible. Being the Princess of Discord in the enchanted forest meant having very little company, but those who saw her would remember. Even now in this realm, her hair was a soft pink and flowed just to her waist.
Her magic in this world was so much weaker, even less then when she travelled from her palace. She sighed happily at the memory of home. An upside down castle, held in place by a pinpoint connection to the ground. Even in that state, she walked on the floor (or was it the roof?), defying gravity with her own field of nonsense.
There was so much… Insanity around her. The pure idea of a forever young girl having the ability to turn a sword into a giant candy was enough for some people to turn and run, but those who stayed, those people broke. Broke deep inside. All except one.
Her mind flittered back to the dashing young man that was currently at her residence. Really, he was just about as mad as she was. They had met so long ago now she couldn't count the years. True, the way they met was less than… standard, but that couldn't be helped. Not at her end anyway.
Bored and hungry, she had resided to going to the park and enjoying one of the homemade pies she had lovingly crafted (without magic, surprisingly) for her… What was he? Friend? No, they were more than that. Partner? Too… Formal. They were… Mates. Those who heard the term could decide on their own how they took the phrase.
Sitting on her own, in the foggy morning, was always one of her favourite pass-times. For a moment, she forgot she was in a hell of order, and go back to her beautiful mind of chaos. Shadows were brighter then light and water turned a bright shade of green. The rain fell from the ground to the sky and the birds sounded of jackhammers.
"Moira?" Prin turned around quickly. The park around her was as normal as the terrible modern world around her. Bland, grey and cement ridden. However, there was one grey-cladded object she wasn't minding too much.
Peter Pan, dressed in a grey hoodie and jeans stood behind her.
"Are you, OK?" He asked as he sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. To anyone who didn't see them together, this would be a very non-Pan thing to do, but to Prin, laying her head on his chest was as natural as breathing.
"Yeah." She said halfheartedly. "Just… Missing my castle."
Pan's face fell.
"Yeah." He concluded the conversation.
Prin felt bad. After all Pan had done to get to her, she was missing her home in the enchanted forest. He had to hide away from the world he fought so hard to get to, and all to for her. For his lost girl.
"You left early this morning." Pan noted. "The sun's not even fully up yet."
Prin smiled. "The sunrise is my favorite time of day. The mess of colors and shapes in the clouds. It looks so… beautiful, in its own crazy way. And for once, I'm not the only one who thinks so. Isn't it lovely?"
She looked up to his eyes, only to find him looking back to hers.
"Beautiful."