Chapter 7: Romantic Reunion
Authors Note: I'm b-a-c-k everyone! How have you all been? If great then this chapter is up for you to read. A definite P/W romance in this one! And thankyous are the usual listed at the end :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any J.M.Barrie character etc, etc
While Wendy was running further into Kensington Gardens, someone did notice she had disappeared and that happened to be Peter Pan. He watched out of the corner of his eye while pretending to be listening to Sir James and saw Wendy quietly slip away into the trees on the side.
She was taking the same route that he was going to take before that blonde maiden caught him before he left. Peter smiled to himself before looking around and quickly disappeared into the trees too, following where he thought Wendy was going.
And he was right, because Wendy was speedily walking towards the lake, the borderline of Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park.
There was bench in front of the lake and carefully making sure not to wrinkle or dirty her white gown, Wendy sat down. She leaned forward placing her gloved hands upon her knees staring mindlessly at the still lake.
It was lit up by the full moon above shining its silver ethereal rays down upon the dark water. It looked ethereal as if something magical was going to happen.
It was so peaceful here and Wendy was glad it was because she really needed to contemplate on tonight's past events. First it was her second dancing partner who was the same young man who interrupted her when she was talking with Sir James.
He had an old man behind him back then who had a very great costume on being Mr Smee. Then it was dancing with Aunt Millicent's approved suitor for her niece, the young man with raven-hair and blueberry eyes dressed up as a younger version of Captain James Hook.
Her dance partner charmed her but it didn't feel right in some weird way. Then the next thing happened to her, being reunited with Tinkerbell who told her about Neverland being transformed into a paradise, it was too good to be true to Wendy.
Then finally it was the waltz with her second mysterious partner who agreed with her that their hands knew each other from some place. Also his words "there is always the inner child within you, you just have to learn how to make her come back" made her remember something in her past.
It all frightened Wendy and she shivered a bit, she hugged herself leaning back into the bench looking up at the night sky. The air was calmly still as well as cool and the maiden pushed up her angel-wings mask.
She didn't realise before how stuffy and hot it was with this mask over her eyes, pressing on her upper nose and cheekbones. Wendy looked down to gaze at the water that remained tranquil and still.
But soon the air moved a bit and ripples on the lake formed moving from her. The cool breeze was coming from behind her, blowing her brunette hair forward and feeling extremely pleasant upon her bare upper back. Wendy suddenly felt a presence of someone behind and she quickly slid down her mask hiding her identity once again.
Propping up her right arm onto the back of the bench, Wendy shifted her position and turned right looking over her shoulder, her mouth dropped open in surprise when she recognised the person.
It was the same young man who she had danced with in the waltz "you managed to find me sir" she joked with a small smile feeling suddenly uncomfortable with them being alone in some unknown part of Kensington Gardens.
A place where Wendy thought she could be far from the crowd for a just an hour, but it seems that an hour on being alone will end now.
The blonde young man calmly folded his arms behind his back and walked up to her simply explaining his reason of being here "I was worried of where you had run off too" "sir I am a growing young woman, I'm sure I wouldn't get lost" Wendy laughed with dry humour hinted in her voice.
The lad stood by her bench and leaned on the back of it "really? Then tell me lady where are we" he then had a mischievous grin on his face because he knew Wendy wouldn't know where they were.
She frowned looking around before turning back to the young man "I do know that we haven't left Kensington Gardens" she replied smartly with a smile. "But fair lady, Kensington Gardens is a vast area" her dance partner continued to tease.
Wendy giggled sarcastically "ha, ha but I haven't walked that far from the masquerade and neither have you" the blonde lad than touched his heart stepping back "ooh touché milady" and Wendy smiled at him feeling glad that she won their petty argument. "May I sit next to you" the young man then asked "certainly" Wendy smiled shifting over to make room.
But it was quite strange in Wendy's eyes because of instead of walking around the bench and sitting down like every young gentleman, the blonde lad vaulted over the back and plopped down next to the maiden with a confident grin "oh the cleverness of me!" he said happily.
These words and his action made Wendy gasp, her left gloved hand covering her berry-glossed lips, was she hearing right? Because she was sure that she heard the young man say 'oh the cleverness of me' isn't that…but before she thought with hope in her heart her sensible brain quickly pushed it away scolding her 'do not think Peter Pan is sitting next you Wendy, remember he isn't coming back' the maiden sighed sadly and looked back out at the lake.
The blonde young man had watched her that entire time, watched her cerulean eyes look so lost, then filled with hope and finally despair and staring back at the still lake. Feeling compassionate he placed a gloved hand upon her bare right shoulder and whispered in her ear "if you don't believe in me than who will" the word 'believe' seemed to hang in the air and echo as if it was sung out by a high-pitched opera singer.
Wendy was never so lost as now, she blinked twice trying to digest on what the lad had whispered to her 'believe in him, why do I have to believe in him' she thought crazily and she turned to ask the young man what did he meant however her question vanished as soon as confused cerulean clashed with pleading blue-green.
Her eyes widened in surprise and moved away "sir what is wrong with you!" she demanded before gently placing a cool gloved backhand upon his forehead, she looked away as if finding if he had a fever or not.
The lad took her hand from his forehead and held it "lady I am very well, its just I'm a bit melancholic" he said looking down at their joined hands.
This comment further surprised Wendy and she whispered to herself "melancholic? Belief it doesn't make any sense" the blonde lad looked up at her again and said wisely "I'm sure it does if you look back into your past".
The maiden sighed leaning back against the bench and thought, she did not seem to realise one of her hands were still being held by one of the young man's own. 'He wants me to believe in him, and he also said the only way to do that is to look in my past…but what in my past will have the answer' she thought pondering and without knowing it, her free hand fluttered to touching the acorn that was resting below her collarbone.
She frowned as her fingers traced the shape and soon came onto the punctured hole, she blinked once as memories were resurfaced from her little black box that was now unlocked and opened releasing all the hidden memories.
Wendy closed her eyes as her fingers wrapped around the acorn and the memories became flashback snippets. "Come Away, Come away to Neverland!" "Forget them Wendy, forget them all" "there is a boy here who is teach us how to fly" "whatever happens, don't…let…goooo!" "Neverland…" the visions ended and Wendy's eyes snapped open quickly "oh my…" she whispered.
She now understood what the young man had told her, she knew what part of her past he was referring to and a sweet smile came upon her lips "I believe in…" she gasped in shocked delight and she whirled around to face the blonde lad who had a roguish smile upon his face "Peter Pan! You're back!" she cried out joyously and embraced him.
The young man laughed slipping back a bit before hugging her too, placing his head upon her own as memories continued to swarm the both of them. Wendy than sat up properly but she kept her hands about Peter's shoulders "how is this possible, you're…you're…" she didn't know if she should utter the word "grown-up of course" Peter said it for her with his familiar smile.
Wendy did not whether to laugh or cry so she did both "I just can't believe it…you're back" she laughed as pearl tears cascaded down her rosy cheeks. Peter smiled down at her gently shushing her while with one hand brushing away the tears that wet her cheeks "my Wendy should never cry again" he told her soothingly.
Wendy continued to laugh, "of course, I shall try to remember that" before both of them stood up with linked arms and walked further down the side of the lake and away from the masquerade.
Their conversation was light and full of their loved memories in Neverland, Wendy wondered if this was a lovely dream as she leaned on Peter's arm while they walked down the bank of the lake.
She looked up to see if he would vanish before her. But when the blonde young man looked down at her and smiled charmingly Wendy knew this couldn't be a dream, he looked too real.
But she wanted to make sure this was no dream so her hopes wouldn't be shattered again when she woke up in the real world, Wendy stopped in her walking and Peter Pan looked down at her "Wendy…what is it?" he sounded concerned as the maiden let go of his arm and she sat down on the bank, spreading out her gown so it wouldn't get crinkled, folding her legs together and clasping her hands in front of her.
Wendy whispered "I really do hope this isn't some beautiful dream I'm experiencing" Peter looked stunned before quickly sitting beside her "Wendy…" he started but the maiden cut him off "I'm scared Peter, because if this is a dream I will wake-up and be filled with the same longing I had for three years" the blonde young man sighed placing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her towards him.
Peter Pan had never seen his Wendy look so depressed and knew it was his entire fault, the maiden leaned against his shoulder and asked whispering "is this real?" that gave Peter an idea, placing a hand under her chin and tilting her face up so she had to look up at him, her eyes looked glazed as if the tears were ready to fall once again. "If this wasn't real…could I do this" Peter asked her before he surprisingly but tenderly kissed her.
Wendy's eyes widened usually it would be she who would give a kiss but this time it was him- Peter Pan the boy before who said he knew nothing about love or the true meaning behind 'thimbles' and 'kisses'. The maiden closed her eyes as the tears seeped through her thick lashes and went down her cheeks.
They parted and Wendy opened her eyes "oh…it is all real" she cried happily. Peter grinned at her "oh the cleverness of you" Wendy smiled before wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him down to her own responding kiss.
Their romantic reunion lasted for fifteen minutes until Wendy broke the kiss and opened her eyes blushing red. Peter soon opened his eyes and both stared wordlessly at each other enraptured at the sudden turn of fate, it seemed destiny was in favour on them being together. Wendy's face soon split into a warm smile at the same time as Peter before both kissed each other again dearly.
Love had woven a magical spell around the young couple as time stood still hanging about them, as if they had gone to their own Elysium somewhere far away from adult spying eyes. Peter soon cheekily started to part his lips over Wendy's and she felt this movement as the tiny gap between their joint mouths was suddenly closed by the maiden's deeper kiss.
The white-gowned English Rose felt herself being drawn closer into the blonde young man's embrace as their kiss continued to deepen. Suddenly the contact was broken when they both heard people happily shout out not far from where they sat.
Wendy looked over Peter's shoulder with her arms still tight around his neck. She saw a variation of coloured balloons lift into the night sky and she checked Peter's watch. It was midnight.
The maiden smiled turning back to Peter Pan who's blue-green eyes looked confused and wondering behind his metallic green mask. She removed her angel mask from her face and slowly lifted Peter's own whispering "the concealment is over Peter Pan" revealing his entire face.
The one she forever remembered. Except his face was more defined and masculine than the before cuteness of a young boy- that boy now had grown-up. Peter gave a short shrug and a lopsided grin to her as Wendy smiled back gently kissing his soft fairy-like lips.
She moved from him with a girlish smile and stood up helping him to his feet. Wendy looked into the thick shrubs and trees of Kensington Gardens "well then let us return to our parents" Peter nodded "aye milady" causing the maiden to giggle. The two now young lovers happily returned to the masquerade with their hearts full and no longer lonely and full of yearning.
Authors Note: Well…I hope you all like it and until next time ciao everyone and with hugs and appreciation to all who read and reviewed
Kasmira: No course not! Julian was a normal teenage until tonight when he saw Peter Pan with his adopted family. Captain Hook then took over from then. And Wendy now knows him after this chapter ;p
Sweet Stephy: This chapter my fluffiest one so far I hope you'll like it :)