echoes of you

Circe had no preference towards the rulers of Auradon, she only cared about the other children, VK or AK, that were forced to suffer through all this. “Most of us are,” she assured her friend, turning to him. “But we’ll be okay. We have each other.”

Gray sighs. “I hope the villains don’t discriminate against me because of who I am. I don’t want to have to fight anyone.”

Grayan was definitely scared. Why wouldn’t he be? People like him weren’t very popular anyways. And now that the villains were in charge, he was prepared to be discriminated against even more. He walks to Circe and sighs. “I’m scared.”

“You guys have pizza in Neverland?” Wren asked, outstanded but also somewhat amused by the prospect that any sort of pizza chain decided to branch out into the realm of Neverland where there were mermaids and crocodiles. “Maybe I’ll feel better about it on our journey back, right?”

“No no. It’s homemade. Most everything I eat is homemade. What do you like on your pizza?” He nods. “You probably will. Your first time’s a doozy.”

Wren was sick by the time he landed. Flying did not feel liberating but anxiety inducing and he wanted to throw up by the end of it. He hated not having entire control over himself and the feeling that he could drop at any point. “Anything please just… something that will really fill my belly. No flying on an empty stomach again for me.”

He nods. “Sounds good. How about some pizza? That sounds good to me. Would that be filling enough?” He says, making sure he was okay. “You did well on your first flight. You’ll learn to love it.”

– & Blank expression suddenly turns to one of shock, eyes widening as she turns her head to face the person speaking. “You were talking to me? I uh — sorry, was totally spaced out.” Too much to drink had the effect, if only for a while and then she was good to go again. “Blame the booze, honestly.”

“Oh it’s no worries. I’ve not been drinking. I should get a glass though. What do you recommend?” He asks excitedly. “I’m Grayan. But please call me Gray.” He says happily.

— “Oh they’re so very fun. I missed them when I left.” Amelie said starry-eyed. “I don’t know how you looked before but you look good for tonight. I think everyone is trying impress each other.”

“Where did you go?” He asks curiously. He has no boundaries. “I usually wear shorts and a t shirt. Easier to explore in. I feel stuffy in these clothes but I like it too.”

Wren had to trust Grayan, otherwise he’d be lost himself. He felt uneasy but the way the other was so relaxed made him feel better about it. He took a deep breath and adjusted to this new feeling. “I’m fine. Sorry- its just a new feeling. I’m ready.”

He holds his hand and flies him to Neverland. It’s not too long of a journey, but when he lands he’s definitely hungry. “Let’s go make some food yeah? What do you like to eat?”

❝    fuck    ,    are    you   for    real    ?    ❞    an    individual    like   this    was    all   the    feline    needed   .    where    did   they    all    come   from    anyways    ?    or    was   naivety    being    handed   out    for    free   in    here    ?    ❝    maybe    i    could    lock   you    up    for   the    rest    of   your    life    .    then    we’ll   see    how    you   like    it    .    ❞

“But I don’t get why you’re so bitter. King Ben rectified the situation and it’s all good now right?” He doesn’t understand the need for revenge. He thinks everything should just be fine now.

Wren’s face was alarmed but hesitantly he took the small bag of pixie dust and emptied a little onto the palm of his hand. “This better not get in my eye,” he grumbled before throwing it over him. Immediately his body felt lighter and he felt as though he had less control over it. His feet were no longer touching the ground. “Get me down!” he said, immediately, unsure of himself even though he was barely a few inches above the ground.

Grayan laughs. “It’s okay, trust me. I’ll guide you. It’s best to fly believe me.” He takes his hand. “Ready?” He wanted to make sure he was okay before he flew him over to Neverland. He didn’t want him getting sick or anything.

“Pixie dust?” Wren exclaimed, his brows furrowing all of a sudden but his expression loosened. “Okay. You know what, lets just do this. And we can hunt together. I’m actually a pretty good hunter myself.”

“You’ve never heard of pixie dust? It makes you fly. It’s so great. I love it.” He pulls it out of his pocket. “Here, sprinkle this over you and you’ll be flying in no time.”

“A taxi to Neverland? Never thought I’d ever hear that,” Wren admitted with a slight smirk but agreed nevertheless. He was almost certainly tempted by the prospect of food. “Food in Neverland isn’t dangerous, right?”

He laughs. “Wait! I think I have some pixie dust. We can fly there!” He says excitedly. He loved flying. “It’s not. It’s regular food. But it is all fresh. I like to hunt.”