We sat there in the field in silence. The vibes surrounding us crackled with my disdain and anger. If you've ever seen Anime and saw that dark brooding cloud that hovers over the main character's head and glooms the whole room-that was me. But my mind was so frazzled from coping with impending death, that simple thoughts exacting revenge were incredibly painful. Peter must have known how tightly wound I was, even if he ignored it. Earlier he tried to get me to 'play' with him; hide-and-go-seek and the like. All to which I soundly said no and walked away to sit by myself.
"Why are you so mad?"
My jaw dropped and I twisted around, "Ah, maybe because you freaking dropped me? And didn't try to save me? You laughed at me like the crazed sociopath you are."
The glint of hurt that flashed in his ethereal green eyes surprised me. That was the first time he showed some semblance of human emotion. I started to feel bad about what I said. The green-eyed imp slumped his shoulders and floated over to a clear patch of grass. Peter crossed his legs and sat on the ground.
Peter played his pipes, calling the fairies to dance around us. The ancient sounds of the pan pipes made me smile despite myself. I began to enjoy the sun's heat on my face, the tinkling of fairy voices. I tried to stand but my knees buckled. I guess I was still recovering from my near death experience. Peter halted in his playing and checked to see if I was ok. With a cursory glance, he resumed playing. A soft breeze came by, filling the clearing with the scent of Spring flowers. I wobbly rose and stood, waving my arms for balance. I felt like the mermaid testing out her human legs. Once I steadied myself, I took in the fresh air and cute jingling of fairies. Peter's playing increased its tempo and I soon found my feet wanting to move to the music. I wasn't the most graceful dancer, far from a prima ballerina, but I liked to let loose every now and then. Of course it was mostly modern music, not fairy music. My head rolled languorously and I felt my hair on my shoulders.
I took a step, then another and another. I danced around in a circle, my dress twirling lightly around my legs with each spin. I raised my arms and moved them to the ups and downs of Peter's song. My body had a life of its own then. I spun, jumped, and writhed to the ancient tune. It was like I was possessed! But it felt so free, so good! The fairies tinkled around me, joining hands and singing. Time slowed as I danced and I felt like I was dancing on air. I didn't even notice that Peter had stopped playing I was so wrapped up in my dance. I spun again and met his shining eyes. I didn't startle this time only opened my arms to welcome him. Peter smiled and came to me, taking my hand and waist and joined the dance.
Oh how we danced! Peter led as if he were a professional, and for all I knew he was. His long legs and wide steps were easily met. Our waltz continued to the mystical voices of the faries and the overall music of Neverland. The grass and leaves whistled, the flowers blew, the water popped and bubbled. Petals and fairy dust encompassed us as we slowly rose into the air. Peter dipped me, bringing me back up without leaving my gaze. We twirled and soared above the clearing.
Peter grabbed my waist in his strong hands and lifted me, to which I laughed. I looked to the blue sky and stretched my fingers towards the clouds. The red-haired boy dropped me but caught me to his chest. When I looked back down, our lips were millimeters from each other. I was so elated that I did not blush, this felt so normal. Peter's inhuman face brightened. His flawless skin glowed more than usual, and his lips bowed into a grin. He was truly handsome; an immortal boy with the magic of the Fair folk.
The waltz ended too soon and we came back down to earth. The faires stopped singing and went their merry ways. One they left, I blinked my eyes and shook my head. I felt suddenly dizzy and short of breath. I put a hand to my head and felt cold sweat. What happened to the wonderful feelings earlier? Where I felt invincible and free!
"Easy. The magic is wearing off," Peter said gripping my shoulders.
"M…magic? You mean all that was a spell?" I asked a tad upset.
Peter shrugged, "Can't say for sure. I told you you still had magic in ya. But I don't know if it was the magic of the fairies or yourself that ensnared you."
I felt sick, "I hate you."
Peter chuckled and walked away from me in a silent command for me to follow.
"Trust me, you won't forever."