I simply had pan on the brain...*sighs* Robbie kay is such a cutie pie.
any who I do not own OUAT or peter pan (ToT) although I wish I could...
Enjoy!
"Papa! Papa!"
Those were the words Rumple screams as the shadow tore him away from his father.
Words filled with hurt, abandonment, and fear. They slipped from his mouth as he slipped from his father's barely there grip.
I love you papa, don't let me go.
Was what he wanted to say, what he was going to say, but they never quite escaped his lips, because he watched his father transform back into a young boy, but he saw no regret in his father's eyes. No sadness, no love. Nothing.
"I'm sorry Rumple."
Those were the last words he ever spoke to his son. I'm sorry.
Yet little Rumple knew there was little feeling behind those words and he finally let go of his father as he had of him.
When the small child finally disappeared from Malcolms view, he felt a small knot in his chest.
Very small.
He felt just a small hint of regret, but as his child fled from his view, so did the problems Rumple brought being born. The child that sucked up all his money, time, patience. All those problems disappeared along with the small, now fatherless child.
When he turned he saw the doll on the ground and it reminded him. Reminded him that Rumple was still his blood. That he did love the child, just not enough to want to give up his life for him. Yet he still loved him nevertheless. If he wasn't so troublesome maybe he would've loved him more.
So to honor the little love he had for his son (and new found youth) he decided to shed the old identity.
His name.
His life.
The people who surrounded him.
He was now no longer Malcolm the village coward. Nope. Never Again.
His name was now Peter.
Peter Pan.