Ocean
By: Holly Rose E
Rating: G
Summary: The stars are always there to help if you request them.
A/N: I've been yearning to write a Peter Pan ficlet for a while now. This is my attempt. I apologize if Peter is way out of character, I was feeling mellow.
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Ocean
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The stars have always been peaceful things, forever minding their own business and quietly whispering sweet songs to one another.
When the boy came, they would usually clam up for it was not their way to chat with mortals; however, sometimes one would sigh and remember that he was like them in a peculiar way: he was never any older than that last time they had seen him, and he had visited quite a bit.
Now as he came swirling and tumbling gracefully from the clouds, up and down, below and above, they stared at his intricate lithe child body which had been torn and harried from so many hands, tomahawks, knives and daggers, but of course the most famous is the hook.
He sat before them cross-legged and stared idly at them with his eyes half-closed in a sleepy stupor.
"How goes it?" he calls, voice cracking.
One star, Hamal of the Aries constellation, turned to his neighbor Sharatan and whispered, "Is it his time to grow?"
"No, look closer. His eyes are swimming."
"Eyes cannot swim!" One star called out.
"But they can float!" Another said, laughing merrily.
"Hush," said Alya, who was a gentle star from the Serpens. "Child, what is the matter?"
He sniffed and rubbed his eye. "My mother has left me, and I cannot remember her name or what she looks like," he whispered, he cast his eyes downward in shame for the weak display.
"Oh, my darling," Alya simpers, "We cannot either."
"That's because we have none!" The first star said.
"Aye, we were made out of gassy firebugs!" the other cackled.
"You two had better stop it! Now, boy, we all have mothers and they must all leave us at some point."
"But I cannot remember who left who," he replied hotly, "I think I left her, but other times I think that she left me but that would be silly, for who would dare leave me?"
"Your conceit leaves room for a reason," Hamal muttered.
"Peter Pan, I must tell you that you could always go back and find her if you miss her so."
"She wanted to grow up, and I will have no grown-ups! They are all pirates," he muttered the last part.
"Some pirates are good, but have just gotten lost in the lesser way of life."
"Like who?"
Alya chuckled, "Oh boy, if I could name them I would, but you see I am old and am often forgetful just as yourself."
"I am not old!" Peter cried, jumping up and floating indignantly with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out.
"Not in body, but sometimes your mind catches up with you like now, and it makes you tired. Try to not think so hard, keep yourself preoccupied for a while longer. When time has passed, and you realize what you are missing so terribly, come back to us and we shall chat some more."
"Cat? However did it get up here?"
"Not a cat, a chat!"
"I don't understand. I miss nothing. Why are you all talking about cats?" Peter said, flitting to and fro, around and around.
"Dear Peter," Alya chuckled sadly, "Go back to Neverland and have your silly adventures."
"But I came to talk about something," Peter said.
However, he got no response, for the stars had fitted themselves to prefer not to talk anymore.
Peter frowned, and sped off back to his home under the ground, wondering if Tink was up for a visit to London.
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Blargh. I loathe the ending. Hopefully I'll be able to come up with something different later, but for know that shall do.
Love and Peace
-Holly
By: Holly Rose E
Rating: G
Summary: The stars are always there to help if you request them.
A/N: I've been yearning to write a Peter Pan ficlet for a while now. This is my attempt. I apologize if Peter is way out of character, I was feeling mellow.
*****
Ocean
*****
The stars have always been peaceful things, forever minding their own business and quietly whispering sweet songs to one another.
When the boy came, they would usually clam up for it was not their way to chat with mortals; however, sometimes one would sigh and remember that he was like them in a peculiar way: he was never any older than that last time they had seen him, and he had visited quite a bit.
Now as he came swirling and tumbling gracefully from the clouds, up and down, below and above, they stared at his intricate lithe child body which had been torn and harried from so many hands, tomahawks, knives and daggers, but of course the most famous is the hook.
He sat before them cross-legged and stared idly at them with his eyes half-closed in a sleepy stupor.
"How goes it?" he calls, voice cracking.
One star, Hamal of the Aries constellation, turned to his neighbor Sharatan and whispered, "Is it his time to grow?"
"No, look closer. His eyes are swimming."
"Eyes cannot swim!" One star called out.
"But they can float!" Another said, laughing merrily.
"Hush," said Alya, who was a gentle star from the Serpens. "Child, what is the matter?"
He sniffed and rubbed his eye. "My mother has left me, and I cannot remember her name or what she looks like," he whispered, he cast his eyes downward in shame for the weak display.
"Oh, my darling," Alya simpers, "We cannot either."
"That's because we have none!" The first star said.
"Aye, we were made out of gassy firebugs!" the other cackled.
"You two had better stop it! Now, boy, we all have mothers and they must all leave us at some point."
"But I cannot remember who left who," he replied hotly, "I think I left her, but other times I think that she left me but that would be silly, for who would dare leave me?"
"Your conceit leaves room for a reason," Hamal muttered.
"Peter Pan, I must tell you that you could always go back and find her if you miss her so."
"She wanted to grow up, and I will have no grown-ups! They are all pirates," he muttered the last part.
"Some pirates are good, but have just gotten lost in the lesser way of life."
"Like who?"
Alya chuckled, "Oh boy, if I could name them I would, but you see I am old and am often forgetful just as yourself."
"I am not old!" Peter cried, jumping up and floating indignantly with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out.
"Not in body, but sometimes your mind catches up with you like now, and it makes you tired. Try to not think so hard, keep yourself preoccupied for a while longer. When time has passed, and you realize what you are missing so terribly, come back to us and we shall chat some more."
"Cat? However did it get up here?"
"Not a cat, a chat!"
"I don't understand. I miss nothing. Why are you all talking about cats?" Peter said, flitting to and fro, around and around.
"Dear Peter," Alya chuckled sadly, "Go back to Neverland and have your silly adventures."
"But I came to talk about something," Peter said.
However, he got no response, for the stars had fitted themselves to prefer not to talk anymore.
Peter frowned, and sped off back to his home under the ground, wondering if Tink was up for a visit to London.
*****
Blargh. I loathe the ending. Hopefully I'll be able to come up with something different later, but for know that shall do.
Love and Peace
-Holly