Still a Darling

Things I do because I’m stupid:

"And that was how long ago, my dear?  Centuries, if memory serves.  I bear no ill will toward you.  Your friend Pan, however, is another tale.  But as I recall, you were just along for the ride.  Correct?"  He smirked, knowing he was being rude and crass with the girl.  She hadn’t aged much, so he wondered where she’d been keeping herself for the time spent apart.  Perhaps an affect of having been in Neverland for as long as she was?  He didn’t know.

"For you maybe, which probably serves your best interest in putting past actions out of mind and memory." Wendy replied rather sharply, her voice crisp and clear. "Time flows differently in the varying realms, does it not? What has been centuries for you has been a mere 5 years for me." She explained, before a burning glare was set upon the pirate.

"Mm Peter makes everything seem easy… especially running away." He rolled his eyes, but their was a hint of truth caught up in it.

Frustration was near seared into the glare Wendy shot at the pirate dancing around the barrels with her. He was flirting with her? Even after her heartfelt confession behind her request! That wasn't how it was meant to work. In the stories she read, after such a confession the characters would reconcile with themselves before the battle was taken onto a whole new level. Why couldn't this man just follow the rules for once?!

She inhaled through her nose, unable to choose a drink, due to her lack of knowledge on the most suitable alcohol for her current mood. She only ever divulged in perhaps a glass or two of wine and even then, she had to be in a foul mood to appreciate it. But her attention was soon drawn from the selection behind the bar as the tender strolled towards her. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, finding the Killian’s accent rather amusing.

“Bad day, I see.” He stated sympathetically before leaning one arm against the counter. He grabbed the nearest beverage menu and placed it down in front of Wendy. “Well, there are a variety of selections to choose from. From wines to others such a beer or a few margaritas. If you’re feeling a bit down something strong is probably best. I’d suggest the Irish Mead.” Killian pointed at the drink on the menu before moving down several rows to his favorites. “Although I’ve always prefer the rum myself or even the house special, The Roger Beer, but it all depends on what you like taste wise.” He answered before leaning away to greet a few recent customers that came in through the front door.

"That obvious, huh?" Her lips curved into a weak smile that held long enough to confirm his statement before dropping her eyes as she let out a sigh, shoulders slumping as her fingers drifted across the worktop. Her gaze soon flickered up as the menu was set in front of her and her brow furrowed. She hadn't any idea what half the drinks were on that menu, let alone how they tasted. It was probably best just to trust Killian's opinion. Wendy cringed slightly before glancing up at the bartender and offered a sheepish grin once he'd turned back to face her. 

He let out a light chuckle as he heard the laugh, shaking his head slightly with a smile as he drove them to his flat.

She turned her head to the side, gazing at scenery flying past, as she adjusted her hold around Teddy's waist, feeling confident as she released one arm and held it up in the air. 

dysaniacs

"Wendy Darling."

“Okay, it’s this way.” Wendy pointed to her left before doing as told and began to lead the fairy to her home. “Has Peter come to find you yet?” She questioned, just to pass time. 

She started to follow, but almost stopped at her question, her expression dropping.

"Oh..." Wendy was immediately flooded with guilt and bowed her head as she walked, a cringe throbbing upon her features. "I'm sorry, Tink. That was insensitive." 

She had chosen to return back to Neverland. Despite hearing her parents didn’t want her, deep down she knew it was a lie but she had wanted to return to Neverland after she came back. The reunion was happy and she wouldn’t miss the moment but soon after reality had kicked in and she was still forced to grow up, a business she thought she was ready for but wasn’t. The part that had taken over her was her need to return that clouded her judgement. However she was happy. She had no worries and she was always able to have fun and tell her stories.

Wendy felt her heart throb but the pain was slowing and easing, instead allowing comfort to sink into her sadness that had forced her into such a grown state, her repsonsibilities that had worn into her bones now seeming to melt away, as if she were shedding this for a new younger skin, her childhood sparkling in her eyes once more. Even that hidden kiss ironically seemed more evident in the smile that painted a gentle elegance onto her face.

"Ah!"  He pointed at her, a slightly vicious smile lifting his lips.  He knew he’d recognized her.  "Mistress Darling.  Bosom companion of that blasted brat Pan, yes?"  He chuckled darkly and shook his head.  It suddenly made a lot of sense as to why she’d been so hateful toward him.  And yes, he’d deserved it.  He wouldn’t deny to having made their time in Neverland an abysmal nightmare.  But they had returned the favor many times over.

Wendy was taken aback by the finger jutted at her, her eyes widening for a split second as a scorn painted her lips with disdain; pointing was never considered a polite gesture. Irked by his observation, Wendy turned her head away and folded her arms across her chest, in an attempt to block out his presence, difficult as it was. 

He chuckled, but it wasn’t a happy sound.  ”I grew up without a mother, lass.  Afraid I can’t say I know much about that advice.”  Sadly, it was true.  Not that he’d delve into the memory and share it with her.  The longer they talked, the more the niggling at the back of his brain intensified.  He knew her.  How, was the question.  How did he know this young woman?  She was familiar, but not one of his conquests.  Too young.  Whilst he liked the ladies, he was no pervert.

A tug of guilt pulled at her heart as he mentioned his lack of motherly guidance throughout childhood. She wasn't one to pry, but she wouldn't deny that she was curious yet she restrained any questions on the tip of her tongue. But those thoughts disappeared as soon her identity was questioned. Well, what harm could it do her now? So with a sigh, Wendy turned to face the Captain and rubbed the back of her head.

Most of the townspeople came to the Roger on a daily basis. This kept the owner and bartender Killian Jones quite busy in his everyday life whether that included keeping the entire pub spotless, ordering new shipments of drinks or even ending the occasional fights that occurred within the pub after one too many drinks, Killian did it all by himself. He didn’t even have any extra help, something most people in the town were amazed by. He preferred working alone without any distractions. That way he also knew the job was getting done properly and he didn’t have to rely on anyone else but him. It was a cause of his never ending stress though and many times he would close down the pub for an evening to recuperate before getting back into all the action. He was thinking of doing just that tomorrow evening.

She inhaled through her nose, unable to choose a drink, due to her lack of knowledge on the most suitable alcohol for her current mood. She only ever divulged in perhaps a glass or two of wine and even then, she had to be in a foul mood to appreciate it. But her attention was soon drawn from the selection behind the bar as the tender strolled towards her. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, finding the Killian's accent rather amusing.

Wendy gushed at this, a grin forming on her face as she lifted her hand and gently brought it down upon his head before softly dragging it down his back once or twice and giving him a scratch behind the ear. 

Wendy hesitated slightly, glancing at his hand warily for a second or two before she cleared most of the doubt from her mind and placed her own hand in his.

+ ateenagedarling fell out of her pram

"Cinderella? She duels with Hook, for her glass slipper, and when he is defeated, she confronts the Prince, and when she puts on the slipper, he realizes who she is and they..well..kiss." Wendy smiled gently before quickly adding, "And then get married and live happily ever after."