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When Wendy arrived back at the tree, the Lost Boys seemed antsy. Peter flew about and asked outloud, "Who wants to hunt for pirates?"
There was an uproar and they all trampled out. Except Nibs, who watched Wendy sit down and wring out her wet hair.
"Don't you want to go out with us Wendy-lady?"
She took out her sewing without as much as a glance, "No thank you sweet Nibs, you go have fun."
He stopped by the entrance, looking back confused then ran out. Wendy stitched for the rest of the day until the boys came back, covered in mud and grinning. She stood up primly as Peter entered and Micheal ran over to her, "Wendy! Wendy, tell us a story!"
The others agreed as they seated on the floor and Peter sat in his throne-chair. She rested in her sewing chair and chose a familiar one, "Alright. Once upon a time, there was a boy named Peter Pan." The boys cheered loudly as Peter calmed them down with a few words, smiling arrogantly.
"Peter Pan lived in an enchanted place called Never-Neverland, where no child ever grew up. He had a band of children called the Lost Boys, they were named Nibs, Slightly, Curly, Tootles, and the Twins."
The Lost Boys gazed up with wide, gay, and recklessly excited eyes.
"One day, Peter Pan came to a house to get his missing shadow and met a girl named-"
Curly shouted, "Wendy!"
She nodded, "Right. He met Wendy Darling and her brothers, John and Micheal Darling. Peter Pan took them to Neverland and they had many adventures. Soon, they had to go home but they would come back for even more wonderful adventures."
Wendy looked at Peter pointedly, "But Wendy and her brothers could not stay forever, they needed to grow up. So, before Wendy left, she asked Peter Pan to come with her to England."
The Twins cried out, "What did he say? What did he say?"
Wendy smiled pensively, "He said yes."
There was gasps and yells in the room, Peter's face remained emotionless.
"So, they all went back and lived in England. Wendy and Peter grew up together, sharing the pains and joys of being adults. Wendy became a beautiful woman with long locks of russet and eyes as soft as the morning sky. And Peter, O Peter, he grew up to be very handsome and true. A sturdy soul and still as boastful as ever."
A hint of a smirk came on the side of Peter's mouth that he tried to hide by turning his face away. Wendy added, "On a lovely fall evening, Peter took Wendy aside and asked for her to wed him."
Slightly asked all wound-up, "What did Wendy say!"
Wendy looked down and Peter azure eyes met hers, "She willingly accepted."
Content sighs filled the room. Wendy jumped up, "The day of the wedding was splendid! Moonlight filled every inch of the church! Hanging on the walls were roses, lilies, marigolds, and snapdragons!"
She spun around, her nightdress spinning around her ankles in a flurry,"Wendy dressed in French white silk and in her bouquet were flowers of an array of bright colors! Peter, the Lost Boys, and Wendy's brothers stood proud and erect on that day! To make it even more perfect, the scent of jasmine had carried throughout the entire cermony!" Wendy clasped her hands together and sat down, "Peter and Wendy had several children soon after. Some looked more like Peter, some looked more like Wendy, but they were all wonderful and bright. After moving into a tiny cottage on the countryside and realizing they had everything they dreamed of, they finally lived...happily...ever after."
The boys became drowsy and satisfied as the story ended, Wendy tucked them in. She caught Peter alone standing near the front table, lost in an emotion he loathed.
His golden hair reflected by the candlelight, his bronzed arms so slender as he crossed them self-consciously.
Wendy walked over, "Peter?"
He looked at her expectantly, she asked, "Peter, what happened after I left Neverland?" He murmured, turning away from her, "Nothing, it got quiet. I remember being...gloomy and there was no one to talk to except Tink. I slept a lot, I missed your stories." She said seriously, "Well, I didn't come back here to tell stories. I'm here to help Neverland, did you find out what's going on?"
Peter said callously, "The mermaids say it's Hook's fault. If he's killed, everything will be peaceful for good."
"Fine, then we'll stop him."
He suddenly slammed his fist on the table ferociously, making the candles quake as his unordinary eyes flickered, "I will take care of Hook. You promised to let me handle him! Besides, you will only get yourself killed."
As Peter returned to staring at the opposite wall, Wendy retorted without thinking, "Last I remember, you were the one who was to die."
She froze up at the exact moment he did and faced him. Wendy whispered horrified, raising her hand to her mouth, "...I'm so sorry Peter."
He was shocked and hurt by those words, words that made him sick and frightened. Peter had nightmares of that horrible day, dreaming that he was killed and Wendy did nothing. That she had truly forgot about him. The thought of her leaving, now that she had voluntarily came here, it would be too much to bear.
His face lost color and she walked up to him, Peter backed up against the wall instinctively. He pressed his back on the rough bark as Wendy stopped in front of him, "I didn't- I-"
Her boy hero...so vunerable...
She said apologetically, looking down defeated and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear nervously, "I...I do believe this belongs to you." Wendy met his handsome eyes, swiftly placing a peck on his cheek and took a step back; flushing red. Peter's eyes grew large and he began glowing slightly.
Peter shot straight up into the air, twirling quickly up to the ceiling then circling lazily to come back down gently.
Wendy tilted her head, "Goodnight Peter Pan."
She went to bed, leaving Peter to stare after her, even though Tinkerbell tried her best to snap him out of it. She yelled in chimes, scratched his face, and pulled his hair.
The end of the evening wasn't even close.
Wendy didn't know how late it was when she awoke to a groan coming from somewhere. She listened in the semi-dark and crawled out of bed. It came from where Peter slept.
Wendy entered the room to glimpse Peter's virtuous sleeping form again but he was moaning and tears streamed down his face.
She rushed over and heard him cry out in his sleep, "No! please! Nonono!" Wendy cradled his head in her lap and wiped away his tears. To ease him, she rocked slightly and sang a song in his ear.
" Roses are blooming, my sweet
My darling, my heart
I will follow you, guiding your feet
When your world comes crashing apart
Violets are opening, my days
My jewel, my joy
May everything you do end in peaceful ways
I will always love you, my elysium, my boy "
Peter's breathing became relaxed and his whimpering stopped. Wendy gently placed him down, observing him for those private moments before leaving to get some sleep. The evening was done.
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