A/N
:) I like describing things and people and ideas, and i was thinking about peter pan. "Hellenic" cousins is a reference to the greek god Pan, btw. Enjoy!
Its kind of a one-shot, but i'd love to write peter pan stories, even though my one great fanfiction love is and will always be Harry Potter. :)
It would be an understatement to say he was beautiful.
The gods of dawn and sunset had granted him with eyes that remind of the sun, hair that would remind of amber, and a smile that could bring light out of shadow. It was impossible for him to be only one age; his skin was a flawless four, sprinkled with a dozen freckles that were an eight. His eyes held the wonder of a twelve, and within his head contained the curiosity of ten. Pure luck had given him a fifteen's perfect rows of crisp white teeth and his Hellenic cousins had granted him the body of a seventeen tanned bronze by the sun.
He sat among the trees as if he was a part of them, so inconspicuosly engulfed and at peace with the nature in which he was surrounded. In a way he was Neverland - without him it could not exist, and he could not exist without it. He sometime wondered if he had created Neverland, or if it truly was its own world; orbiting millions of miles away from the earth and all its problems. What if it - Neverland - was a dream that his own subconcious had made to entertain his outlandish fantasies? It bored him to have these ideas circulating in his mind. Even if his silly theories were true, what would come of them?
The answer came to him. The entire realm of his dreams, his beautiful Neverland, was all too very perfect. And the boy was aware of his own perfection. He understood how the mermaids looked at him, he understood why Tiger Lily was so irrevocably seduced. Yet he did not take it as a selfish or prideful thing, it was simply the nature of his being to embody perfection.
His childish mind simplified it as such: he was beautiful just as the mermaids' had tails instead of legs, just as Tiger Lily wore feathers in her hair, just as the pirates had a ship and just as he could fly. It made perfect sense to him.
"Peter," a quiet voice called out to him through the purple leaves of the forest. "Peter?" The voice was the sound of a thousand lovely bells. He stood up and glanced about, his bronze eyes searching for a dainty little girl the size of his middle finger. It also made sense to Peter that because he was beautiful, so was Tink. She was a vision.
But then his eyes averted to the skies above Neverland. A white creature was flying over the island, over his island . . . he thought whatever it was must be the loveliest thing to ever set his eyes on - he then realized it was a very grown up thought and vowed to himself to never think it again.