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Jane couldn’t help nodding along in agreement as stories from her childhood confirmed Peter’s words. Her mother would always go on to tell about those nasty pirates pillaging for anything and everything they could get their hands on. She knew Kovu wasn’t a pirate, but went along with it anyways. “That they do.”

Peter caught on that he was making her nervous and ever so slowly did he begin to tone himself down, his boyish smile swiftly replacing that devilish one that he reserved only for certain times. Jane didn't deserve to see it, only the pirate thief who'd stolen her heart away got that pleasure. 

Looking up to see the fiery red head before her, she smiled quietly standing back up almost automatically straightening the blue dress that she was wearing.  “Wendy, Peter.” The girl reminded softly. “My name is Wendy. Wendy Moira Angela Darling.”  Though she had told him quite a few times before, the likely hood of him dropping the nickname were growing slim every time that they met now. However, the brunette couldn’t help but hope it was merely a mispronunciation that could slowly be solved. 

“Wendy, Peter.” 

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 Admittedly, Peter Pan had taken quite an interest in a one Wendy Darling. He liked the way she looked and spoke and told stories. Where as Jane Darling was a rough and tumble girl, Wendy was petite and soft-spoken. Almost like a mother. She didn't know it but Peter had often caught himself watching her do mundane things, whether it be writing in class or reading a book as she walked through the halls as she was doing now. 

"Nah, not really."

"Well, what're ya still down there for than?"

His naivety made her crack a small smile, taking in the innocence of his reply. He could have such deep thoughts so his simple statement, one that reminded her before everything where she would make facts as if everyone should know them. That simple thought along with the sincerity of it all made her heart ache painfully. “Yes, that’s true Peter.” Jane nodded.

"I bet he was a pirate," said Peter in a fashion that sounded more like he was confirming this as fact to himself, rather than suggesting the notion to Jane. He shifted the weight between his feet, then eventually just gave up and sat cross-legged in front of Jane and his shadow shifted with him. "Pirates are no good thieves, Darling. They're excellent deceivers and you should be very wary of them... It's no surprise one stole your heart. They've a knack for that."

“‘Avin’ fun up there?”

"For tha' most part, yeah.."

The name that should’ve phased her instead made her heart sink further inside her chest. How heartbreaking that realization was, a name quite fitting the broken brunette before him. Under his gaze she felt exposed but concern was evident within his eyes and without realizing it she spoke. “I can’t find my heart.”

"Why that's a silly thing to say, Darling." Peter frowned at her statement for a inkling of a second before his smile returned, index finger pointed as he touched the spot on his chest where his heart was. "You're hearts right here."

Accepting the towel from him Jane couldn’t help but pull her legs up to her chest as she leaned against the wall, drying her hair as best she could. With a defeated sigh she rang her fingers through her hair, pushing her bangs atop her head while folding her arms upon her knees and proceeding to rest her chin. Jane didn’t know how to answer, not finding it in her to come up with a valuable excuse. Instead she gave him a small shrug, too exhausted for her typical facade.

He'd taken another look around Jane's room, noting little things like the star maps she had and the notebook that she kept close by. It wasn't until he was finished snooping about that Peter realized Jane hadn't replied to him at all, instead she let an uncomfortable silence sneak into the room with them. Unbelievable.